It all started with a text from Sadie two days ago.
Want to help with some light sub torture?
She was planning on having two subs blindfolded and tied up, groped and tormented, and ending with one giving the other a blowjob.
Why yes, yes I can.
So I was already excited when I got there, knowing that I’d be able to do vicious things to helpless boys. But that wouldn’t start until later, and in the meantime, her husband Mal was going to set a pretty sub girl on fire.
So naturally, I was all up in his face.
And he talked me through the whole process, from making the fire wands to actually setting someone on fire.
It was amazing, I loved it.
Soooo awesome. I was stoked to learn.
Until he said:
I won’t teach you unless I can do it to you first, so you can experience it yourself.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
How badly do I want to learn? Maybe I don’t need to learn after all. I’ve gone 30 years without knowing how to do it, right?
Ugh, I really, really want to learn. And he’s right, it can be extremely dangerous, and I do need to understand it from both sides. And the other 3 girls he did it to all said it felt amazing, and didn’t hurt at all.
So I shed my dress and bra (for the second time that night, incidentally) and climbed up onto the table, my blood pressure skyrocketing, with a promise that I’d set his clothes on fire if he tried anything.
He believed I’d make good on that threat, and assured me I’d be fine.
My heart was pounding. I am soooo not a masochist, and pain pisses me off. I didn’t want to deal with all that.
But he was great, and the girls were right, it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt really, really good.
I couldn’t let myself relax, though, because I never can when I’ve been in that bottom role, and I’ve never bottomed for anyone but Kazander.
And I’m just naturally distrustful of male Doms, anyway. I almost said no, that I’d rather wait until Kazander or Sounder were there with me. Having one of them standing by to make sure no lines were crossed would’ve made me more comfortable.
But I don’t really do the “patience” thing well. And while he did make me nervous with a comment about how he had to catch himself from slapping my ass, he didn’t cross any lines, and it was fine.
He did let the fire burn for a bit longer once, so that I’d feel what that felt like. And it hurt, but not too bad. He put it out before it got too bad, and explained the difference, about how letting the fire burn longer would burn off the alcohol and start burning skin. Which could definitely be used to a Dominant’s advantage, but caution needs to be used, or it’ll blister.
So it was a learning experience. When he let me up, I was more than ready to jump off the table and get dressed. Even though I agree that I needed to understand what fire play is from both sides, bottoming made me angsty and nervous, especially since the only people I knew there were female and tiny.
Not that I thought Mal would do anything from a rational standpoint, it’s just one of those irrational, illogical things. Bottoming makes me uncomfortable, and bottoming for a male Dom was a struggle to keep from freaking out.
Remember, until tonight, even scening as a Top with a male Dom was a hard limit. Bottoming for one was an exercise in shutting off my emotions so I wouldn’t lose my fucking shit.
But I’m a big girl, I survived, he was great about it, and I’d just zipped my dress back up when Sadie called me to the front room.
I walked in to see the two boys, hooded, their hands cuffed and chained above their heads.
Sadie gave me the smaller one, an adorable little young thing who made the cutest noises when he was in pain. I tortured his nipples with clamps, completely loving the way he squirmed, gasped, and moaned. Especially when Sadie hit his ass with the cane while I tugged on the clamps.
Masochists are so much fun.
But then I found the bag of clothespins, and Sadie said, “You can do a zipper, if you want.”
Why yes, I think I will.
And even just putting the clothespins on him got some adorable little gasps and whimpers. When I was done, I stood back, holding the two ends of the rope together. I imagine he’s glad he was blindfolded, so he couldn’t see the look on my face.
I pulled them off, feeling that uniquely satisfying resistance as each pin was pulled off, hearing the incredibly addictive sound of the pins snapping shut. And the even-more addicting sound of him crying out.
God, it was fucking hot. And his reaction was just beautiful.
I wanted to do it again.
Luckily, just at that moment, Sadie asked if I would do it to the other boy. And I was more than happy to comply.
After that, the violet wands came out, and both of them reacted so wonderfully to it. It was so much fun.
And when the little one (we’ll call him Pet) was pushed to his knees to suck the other one’s cock, it was amazing.
Just lots of amazingness all the way around.
So after that, we all socialized, and hung out, and had fun. Pet’s ride needed to leave, and he wasn’t ready to go, so I offered to take him home (he’s 18 years old!! Still in high school!! Like, an actual has-to-go-to-school-on-Monday, homework-having high school student! I had helped torture a high school boy!).
And he blushed and got the sweetest little smile when I told him later that he makes cute noises when people do mean things to him.
Then, right around midnight, when the majority of the people had left, Mal, Pet, Sonic and I were all sitting outside, when I commented that I couldn’t wait to try fire play for myself.
Mal said, “Alright, let’s do it.”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
I was surprised. He originally said that he wanted my first time to be with an experienced sub, who was knowledgeable about being on the receiving end of fire play. And no one present fit that bill.
Moreover, Mal is as straight as they come. And while fire play isn’t inherently sexual, I’d still never seen him Top to a boy, and I’d assumed he would want to teach me on one of his female play partners.
But I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
Sonic currently cannot participate in any play, so I looked to Pet. “Can I set you on fire?”
He grinned and said, “Sure.”
Which, to be honest, surprised me. Because we’d only just met that night (and weren’t formally introduced until after I’d made him whimper and moan, which was funny. “Oh, you already met her.” “I did?” “Yeah, when you were naked and blindfolded, she was the one torturing you.” “Oh, well cool.” Gotta love those conversations), and he’d never done fire play, and he knew that I’d never done fire play, and what is it with these incredibly trusting boys Sadie has that let me use them as guinea pigs for some pretty risky edge play the first day I meet them?
I mean, I know I’m amazing, but damn.
So he took his shirt off and lied down on the table while Mal went back over everything with me, making sure I had it all down. He stood right beside me, the damp cloth within reach, as I held the fire wand in my right hand, and the alcohol wand in the other.
I was going to set something on fire!
Holy fucking shit!
Up until this point, I was squealing and jumping up and down, and basically acting like a 12-year-girl about to meet Justin Bieber.
No, y’all don’t understand. I have a thing with fire. I’ve wanted to do this for decades, but never had someone to teach me how.
But now, it was the moment of truth. I was literally going to set an actual living person (and a high school student, lest we forget) on fire.
I used the alcohol wand to draw a straight line across his back, then tapped the fire wand to it.
And I about came all over the floor.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Mal was there the entire time, making sure that I did everything right, that everything was going the way it was supposed to, offering advice and suggestions.
But Pet was practically falling asleep. He’d already been through one session, and I’m serious, y’all. Fire play feels pretty good.
He was quite relaxed.
There were a couple of times that I let it burn for just a fraction of a second too long (not long enough to burn, but long enough to hurt), but that’s the awesome thing about doing it on a masochist. He loved it.
So it was beyond, beyond amazing. I loved every minute of it. And by the end, Mal was standing back, while I did it all. All he did was switch out the wands when I needed new ones. It was soooo amazing.
After we finished, Pet got up, got dressed, and we hung out for a bit longer before he had to be home.
He got in the car, and surprised me again when he started singing along to a Green Day song that came on the radio.
“So you have good taste in music,” I observed.
And as it turns out, he’s like me. I have very eclectic tastes in music. Green Day may come on over my Milk Music account, then Marilyn Manson, then 3 Doors Down, then Sublime, then Idina Menzel, then Renee Fleming, then Flogging Molly, then Rise Against.
So the car ride to his place wasn’t boring. He’s fun to talk to.
So yeah, the night was incredibly, amazingly, terrifically, epically awesome.
And now I know how to set people on fire.