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.
