Trying to play host

I still remember watching him walk past me the first time I set my eyes on him. He was hot and everyone else in the room knew that. We were at an event night during Fetish Week and I was already a regular at this place, so I knew some people there.

My friends agreed with me when I walked up to them, poked them and pointed at him while whining, "He's so hot!"

It was until much later that I summoned the courage to speak to him. He was seated in the corner at the back of the room and he was talking to some people. He didn't look like he wanted to talk to them. I only spotted this because I was heading to the toilets nearby. Wanting to get a little close to him, I plonked my beer down nearby him as I walked away, hoping to start a conversation with him when I got back.

It took about 10 minutes before I had the courage to smile at him. After that, it was pretty easy. He was very nice and we exchanged formalities. I then told him how much I really liked his boots, although I'm not really into boots myself. A couple of my friends came up and chatted to us, and at one point, he even let me try out the cuffs and a collar with a zapper.

At one point, I asked him what he was into, and if he was more Dominant or submissive. He looked at me aghast, and asked: "What do I look like to you?"

He had a mohawk of sorts, a beard. He wore a T-shirt that read: "Rough" and a waistcoat over. There was a leather armband too. He had his jeans folded up until just below his knees, only just covering the top of the most beautiful pair of knee high boots. Around his waist were several items including cuffs, floggers and a collar. One his face, there was a really nice eyebrow piercing and he had a couple of other ear piercings as well.

I think that was the defining moment when I realised I could trust him - he handed me the controller and said to test it myself. If you read my previous post, I don't trust people all to easily. That is one of the reasons why I haven't explored too much of being a submissive (as opposed to just being submissive).

A lot of our conversation centred around some of the things he's interested in, and why he didn't seem to be having too good a time that night. At one point, I suggested he go around and see if he can find someone to play with - I assured him that he would be hot property. He took my advice and left, and I regretted it immediately.

My friends all noticed this, so when he came back empty-handed, one of them turned to him and said, "You should tie someone up" while pointing at me. He looked at me, I blushed and that's all that needed to be said. He grabbed my hand and took me to a pillar in the middle of the room.

It started pretty simple. He roped my legs up real tight (I already knew he would be rough - his T-shirt said it all - but this pretty much confirmed it) to the pillar. Then, he added more rope around my body to my legs and the pillar. I thought it was a bit odd that he'd leave my hands free but he must have read my mind because right then, he started fiddling with something above my head.

He was fixing something so that my hands can be suspended above my head, stretching me out. Well played.

When I was sufficiently secured, he put a ball gag into my mouth. I wasn't just helpless at this stage ... I wanted to be helpless to him.

He digged into his bag and I saw him remove a head of clothes pegs. I knew pain was coming as he started pinching around my body, looking for the best places to attach the pegs. What I didn't expect was the last two - each peg had a piece of string attached to it. Yup, he was going to zip-line them and rip them off.

I was really afraid, but I totally got into it. He ripped one side at a time and I screamed into the gag. Afterwards, a few people would come up to me and tell me how painful it all looked. It did hurt, but I was willing to take the pain for him.

At that point, he took the gag off and I thought it was over. "That was quick," I said to myself but obviously, I thought too soon. He removed two forceps hooked to his waist and waved them in front of me. I've never tried them before so I was a bit scared. When they came on, they hurt a lot - and I had just endured some intense pain before!

But he was not just going to let them hang there. He took out two long elastic bands which had hooks on either side. He attached one each to the forceps and the other onto his waist coat. And then he leaned back. And the pain got more intense. And then he leaned back in. Relief. And this went on for a while, him just rocking there and me wincing in pain. At some point, I was biting into his hand.

I endured this for a long while but it came to a point where the pain was getting more intense (he had increased the tightness). I told him I needed a break, and quickly, he was happy to let me out. I wish I didn't have to called for it to end as I was really enjoying the session but my nipples were calling for mercy.

We spent the rest of the night chatting with people, and he played a little bit with someone else. When the event came to an end, though, I offered to walk with him to the train station. Turns out we needed to take the same train - I was heading home and he was going to another party. Somehow along the journey, though, I agreed to go to the other party with him.

It wasn't really my scene but I was hanging out there, hoping that he'd play with me a little more. For a long time, I just stood to the side as someone else got his attention. After that guy came, we started chatting again and I told him, for probably the 100th time that night, that I really liked his boots.

He gave me a funny look and said nothing. He removed the collar from his waist and put it around me. He then attached a leash to it. I had no idea what was about to happen. Before I knew it, he pulled the leash down and soon, I was on my knees. With his boots in my perfect view, he raised his leg and stepped on the leash making me come face to face with his boots.

I have never licked boots in my life but immediately, I knew what he wanted me to do and I did it. I wanted to be his submissive that night, and I wanted to please him. I knew licking his boots would do that. I spent quite a long time on the them but I didn't mind. I knew he was happy.

Suddenly, he pulled me up to his face and asked: "Do you want to go one step further?" I didn't answer but the look on my face must have said "Yes" because he then asked me to lie on my back. I did it immediately and wasn't sure what was to come. In a split second, I saw the sole of his boots in my face. "Lick it" he said.

At that point, I was going to say no. I really wanted to say no but all my other instincts were telling me to go ahead with it. I really wanted to please him and so I did. It wasn't the most pleasant experience but I stuck to it.

Then, he removed his boots from my face and stepped on my chest and thus began a long session of breath play in ways I've never experienced before. He used his weight to control my breathing and it was probably one of the most intense things I've done in BDSM. That went on for a while, with him mixing it up with hand gagging me and pinching my nose as well. I was in total sub space.

Later on, he pulled me up to my knees again and pulled my face into his crotch. I went for his cock through his jeans and he slowly allowed me to undo his it and remove his pants as well. He worked me really hard on his cock and balls, and there were moments when I wished I had some poppers to help me please him better.

But then it got late, and I was obviously struggling with his big cock, and he decided to let me take a break. I knew at that point that the break was the end of our session. True enough, the cuffs came off and so did the collar.

I really can't complain though, it was really a great session which pushed my limits. The only thing I wished for that I didn't get was him playing with my own cock. But I guess as a submissive, you don't always get what you want.

The marks from the pegs stayed for almost a week to remind me of what a hot session it was.

Best session of my life

The headline for this blog post would explain why I have decided to "revive" this blog after giving up on it with just one post in the past.

Not many people have access to this blog, in that they don't know it exists. My older blog where I posted updates from my webcam adventures, and another one where I store all my original fiction, are much more public than this.

For me, this blog has always been about keeping track of some of my most memorable sessions. I've had a few since and had told myself that I should start writing again, but I just never got to it.

Last Monday's session, however, was a different story.

Some background details: I've been messaging D on Recon for the longest time now. His replies were often curt and somewhat dismissive, but the fact that he always replied made me think that it wasn't that he wasn't interested.

My foray into kink, and my account on Recon, has not always been just about play. I've found some great people to have sessions with over the years, for sure, but more than that, I always hope to find like-minded friends and stay on in the hopes that out of these many connections, I might end up settling down with someone.

Most of my sessions to date have been very much about the acts of bondage and teasing. I'd usually show up, have a drink and a chat, and then start playing. When we're done, I get untied, I help pack up, we might chat a bit more and leave. For me, that has been the safest way to approach BDSM because I feel I have so little experience despite the years of my experience, and that I have many limits. Of course, it's a trust issue as well because most of my sessions have been one-offs, that I don't feel I can trust the Doms enough to just submit.

The couple of times I've tried this who submission thing didn't work out too well for me. The first guy wasn't too experienced (despite his claims otherwise) so besides the boredom, I couldn't really get into it. The second guy was far more experienced, but more aggressive as well. I remember that after some inspection, he immediately got me to rim him. It's something I couldn't do, and I tried a couple of times that night, but the moment he knew I couldn't go through with it, decided to untie me and send me off.

So meeting D was a big deal. I didn't know what to expect from him but for some reason - whether it was because he was hot or just been kind in his communication with me - I felt like I could trust him. It helped that we have mutual acquaintances and had met once at a party so that made it easier to trust him I suppose.

I was locked in a CB for six days before I met him so I was sufficiently horny. Having said that, in the few hours before I was due to meet him, I wasn't overly horned up. I suspect it is because of my concern for the events of the night. It could go extremely well, or horribly wrong.

The moment I walked in, he imposed authority despite being kinds about it by offering me a drink and a visit to the loo before we started. Once I was done, he got started immediately, making me stand with my head down and hands on it. He sat nearby asking me questions, but this totally set me up to enter sub space.

The first thing that worked for me was the chain collar around me. I had been visiting a couple of fetish stores the couple of days leading up to the session and the one thing in the whole store I really wanted was that chain. My reasons for this is probably worth a post on its own, so I will leave it for now and go back to the session.

There was the initial inspection at various forms of undress while answering questions before he made me break the CB myself. I thought that was a specifically good touch in that it wasn't him who had locked me up. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but it indicated to me a Dom who also knew his place and respect.

Then, he got me into a rubber catsuit and a straightjacket, much to my thrill. I was thinking then that I could really get into rubber. I had tried it once before but for some reason, there was a different sensation that came from wearing it on that night.

Somewhere in between all these rationale thoughts swirling through my head, he had put a blindfold on me (or was it a hood? Some parts of the night remains hazy and a blur) and a ball gag. What really got me to stop thinking however was the immediate start of edging. And this would go on for a while and I ended up begging to cum.

"Already?" I remember him asking. "You're still at my front door?"

I'm not sure how much times passed by I was then lead by a heavy chain (which was connected to my collar and at some point during the edging and a bit of CBT, rolled around my cock and balls like a massive cockring) to his cellar. He was very cautious and comforting, guiding me carefully whenever there was steps and having his hand on top of my head wherever the ceiling was too low (he even explained to me why the cellar had such a low ceiling!).

The chain was connect to what felt like a pipe at the side and I was kneeling on a cushion mat. He spoke to me for a bit and told me he was going to leave me there alone for a few minutes. He wanted me to think about two things - the first was what I really wanted to do that night, and the other was what I really didn't want to do which does not include cumming. He then promised: "I'll do one of the two to you tonight".

Those few minutes felt like forever and I found myself over thinking it. There were so many things I wanted to try, but felt like I didn't want to dictate the session. Then I wondered if the second thing I was to think about was a trick - should I choose something that I probably don't want but don't mind trying? These thoughts, the cold, the fear and the situation really made me feel helpless and submissive.

By the time I heard him coming back, I still hadn't made up my mind. In many ways, I already had but I didn't decide what to tell him until he asked me what my answer was.

1. I wanted to learn to serve him better.

2. I had rated my kinks on a site before I met him, and I knew I mentioned that I was curious about watersports. I'm not sure why I did that, considering I've not done it before and not really sure if I wanted to. So I explained that to him.

We didn't do the second one the whole night but we totally got into the first. A lot of things happened in the cellar with me on my knees, many of which I had never tried before. He made me pleasure him by licking, sucking and biting on his nipples. He even controlled the intensity of my actions by playing around with mine. It was as if I was being controlled remotely.

There was a lot of cock sucking as well, and I struggled a bit with this particularly gagging at the deep throating. There was a lot of edging as well in between all this, leaving me hornier and more subservient. At one stage, he disappeared and returned with some poppers. I had not done this before and he asked if I was open to it. The experience was going so well that I knew I could trust him to with it.

I'm not sure the poppers had the effect I was expecting - then again, I wasn't sure what to expect - but in retrospect, I think I did a lot of things that night which I probably wouldn't have been able to if not for some "help". He told me the same thing after. In fact, after it had worn off, he asked me if it worked for me. I couldn't be sure - my whole body was experiencing so many new things that I wasn't sure what was causing which reaction.

Two hours into my arrival, he brought me into another room and lay me down, still in the rubber suit and straightjacket. He offered me a drink and we took a break, just chatting about what had happened and things in general. I was still in a daze, to be honest, and for the life of me, cannot remember our conversation.

After a while, he got me to remove the rubber suit (after letting me out of the straight jacket), hand my hands cuffed and said, "Welcome to part three".

Part three was me restrained spread eagle via chains (also, a first time!) on the dining table. I won't describe the scene chronologically because I got lost amid it all. In that hour, I experienced an amazing array of sensations - breath control through a gas mask, nipple clamps of different intensity, more poppers, cock pump, pin wheel, ice cold water being splashed all over me, an intense orgasm and an extensive post-orgasm milking which drove me wild.

There was a lot of screaming I remember but, as D explained to me later, my cock barely went soft throughout the session.

He left me there bound as I recuperated from the session and he packed things up and showed me some of the other gear he had (and showed me what he had used on me). When he finally let me go, he told me that the collar was to stay until I leave.

I fell in love with the idea, and was really glad that he actually suggested it. A quick shower and helping him pack up, the night was over. We chatted more over some wine and then I was on my way, heading home from what I can only describe as the best session of my life.

One night in bondage

My hands were cuffed in front of me, and attached to my ankle cuffs. I had a pillow in between my legs and I woke up after barely five hours of restless sleep only to find myself moaning and humping into the pillow. It was only when I right at the end of the orgasm that I remembered the incidents through the night.

I was sent to bed by V, one of my favourite online Doms. His instructions were simple: Sleep in the hogtie. "Try for at least three hours," he said. The first 30 minutes was relatively easy. I was tired and so I managed to fall asleep once I found a comfortable position to be in. The problem happened when my knee started to give trouble and I kept waking up minutes after dozing off.

So I undid the attachment and stretched out a little bit to give my knee some relief before finding another comfortable position and went back to sleep in the hogtie. There wasn't much success however and after about two hours of constant waking up, I decided to unhook the attachment and sleep that way. It still wasn't too comfortable having my feet cuffed together, and hands restrained behind my back.

After an hour of that, I woke up again and thought I should get back into some form of restraint and that is when I cuffed my hands in front of me. I remained that way until I woke up from sleep horny. The horniness is not a surprise. Throughout the night, I found myself humping either the bed or pillow. It wasn't very easy getting close to the orgasm in that position but in my hazy memory of the night, I do recall a couple of moments when I had to stop myself from cumming.

You see, I was also sleeping in my chastity shorts so I barely touched my cock before I went to bed.

Also, I have been given instructions that I am not to cum until at least Saturday evening, which is a couple of days away. If I make it till then, it would be eight days at least without an orgasm for me.

I met C on Recon a couple of days ago. He is visiting for a few days and we got to talking although he is more subby. I was telling him about the leather gear that I owned, and offered to show it to him if we could find the time within our schedule for us to meet. That initial conversation got me horny, and I had not cum for about three to four days by then. Before he logged off, he suggested that I don't cum until we met.

But my horniness got the better of me yesterday and I ended up in some gear while online on Twitter, Xtube and Recon. Needless to say, I was pretty worked up. I don't have my CB3000 with me so I decided to put the chastity shorts on to prevent me from cumming.

I whiled away time while waiting for C to come online so I can ask if he was serious about me not cumming, considering I wasn't sure if we were actually going to meet. I was also really frisky by then so I wanted to cum.

After many hours of porn, and videos of hot boys cumming, I was terribly horny. But I was chatting to some online friends so I managed to not unlock myself to stroke and cum.

I was really excited when C finally came online, and we started chatting. When he realised how horny I was, he took up my offer to go on cam for him. I was in my shorts, chest harness and later, a muzzle.

He liked the idea of me horny and denied so much that he said that I was not to cum until Saturday evening, when he arrives at his next destination. No amount of begging could change his mind. At one point, he told me I was allowed to unlock myself and edge just once. It didn't take me long. After some begging, he allowed me a second time and then insisted I zipped up immediately.

I wanted to cum so badly by then and wasn't sure if I could hold off to Saturday. Still, he wasn't going to let me stroke anymore and eventually went to bed.

I continued chatting with my other friends online after that. Most of them already knew the predicament that I was in. I updated them with the details about denial till Saturday and most of them found it amusing.

M started teasing me. He was also locked by a friend so he could empathise. But he wasn't going to be easy on me. After a lot of chatting, he told me that I could unlock myself to stroke, knowing that I couldn't cum. His condition was that I could only stroke for exactly 10 minutes and lock up again immediately.

In reality, I only got about eight minutes as I didn't realise he had started timing from when I was unlocked and not when I started playing with myself. I got close several times and was moaning out loud. A couple of times, I thought I had missed the wave and was going to cum but managed to control myself. Towards the end, I was barely stroking - just touching my cock sent shivers up my spine. I was that horny, and that close.

Immediately after that session, A asked me to put my hood and muzzle on as well as my ankle and wrist cuffs. He had been watching my cam the whole time so he knew how horny I was. Then he instructed me to get onto my bed and into a hogtie and lie there that way, humping the bed, until he buzzed me. Even in my shorts, I almost came three times in that short bondage session. The moment he buzzed me, he told me he had to leave.

By then it was getting late and I was really horny so I thought it was best I went to bed. V, who had been watching my cam as well, thought that I should continue to stay in that hogtied position.

It was the first time I had ever slept in bondage, and he told me that it won't be the last. I'm still a bit tired and might go back for a nap in a bit. But it's only Thursday, and there's a couple of days yet before I know when I cum.

This is going to be a long week.