A fun new development, and what the hell is up with my husband?

I went back over to Sounder’s last night.  I texted him about a week ago and told him I wanted him to do something for me.  I wanted him to clean my car.

He said, “Absolutely.  But what’s the catch?”

He knows me all too well.

Of course I couldn’t let him clean anything unless he was wearing his French maid costume.  With his makeup done, and his hair up.  He’s lucky that the Aneros he’d bought wasn’t in yet.  Otherwise, that would’ve been inside him, too.

There was something else I wanted to do to him, too.  He looks so good in his girls’ clothes, but the chest hair just had to go.  So I brought wax strips with me, and was going to wax his chest.

I had him lie down on the bed, and put the first two strips on him.  Oh, it was going to be fun.  But I wasn’t mean.  I didn’t draw it out or anything.  I yanked the first strip off, and he took it surprisingly well. Good, so it wouldn’t take long at all.

And his reactions were great.  I couldn’t keep myself from giggling as I pulled strip after strip off him.  He really is so cute when he’s in pain.

When I was done with that, I got him dressed, styled his hair, and then we went down to the garage (which was closed, I’m not mean enough to make him deal with the possibility of being seen by his neighbors like that) and he got to work.

Not five minutes after he got started, my best friend called, and I started talking to her, more or less ignoring Sounder the entire time.

Sometimes I feel bad for her, though.  She’s so painfully conservative when it comes to relationships and sex, and neither she nor her husband are really satisfied.

So I chatted with her and drank my wine while Sounder dutifully cleaned my car.  And when he was done, we went back inside, and I bent him over his kitchen island and fingered him for a bit.

Shortly after that, though, I took him upstairs.  There was something else I was wanting to do.  I was going to let him cum, as a reward for being an obedient boy and cleaning my car.  But he was going to eat it, for the very first time.

I told him to lie down on the bed, then pulled out my vibrating wand.

And I learned a couple of things.

First of all, he moves more like a girl now.  Which shocked the hell out of me.  I wasn’t expecting that.  Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever consciously registered the way men and women move/writhe/squirm/whatever when they’re being teased before.  It wasn’t until that night, watching him writhe as I held the wand to him, that I realized there’s a big fucking difference.  Suddenly, every girlfriend I’ve ever had, every girl I’ve ever played with flashed in my head.  And yes, there are similarities in the way they moved.  And yes, Sounder now moved like that.

He arched his back like a girl, he grinded his hips like a girl, he even started whimpering like a girl, the longer I went on.  Over the months that I’ve played with him, I’ve gotten very familiar with his body.  I could tell immediately that he was moving differently.

And hell no, I didn’t expect that.  That’s not a physical change, like breast growth or rounder hips.  That’s a mental, physiological thing.  Nothing I’d read about the effects of the birth control mentioned anything about that.

It wasn’t subtle, either.  At first, I thought for a minute that he was doing it on purpose, to please me.  But the more I teased him, the more I realized that no, this was natural and completely unconscious.  He wasn’t even aware of it.

The only thing I can think of is that the hormones are affecting his brain chemistry in some way.  I mean, no one teaches a girl how to move like that.  It just comes naturally, because she’s a girl.  Maybe his mannerisms are becoming more feminine because of the increased levels of estrogen and decreased levels of testosterone.

Maybe?  I don’t know, it shocked us both.  But I freaking love it.

The other thing we found out is that he can no longer cum from penile stimulation.  Like, at all.

I must’ve sat there, teasing him, for 45 minutes, probably longer.  And the longer I did it, the more I loved it.  I would switch between holding the wand against the head, to holding it down near the base, against his balls while stroking him (that got some amazing freaking reactions, like holy hell).

At one point, he half-gasped, half-whimpered, “God, it just won’t stop.”  And that, with the whimpered “Fuck” thrown in here and there (and even those sounded more feminine), along with all the other sexy sounds he made, and the adorable way he writhed, definitely kept me entertained.

I varied the speed of the vibration, I varied the movement of my hands, to keep the intensity up, to keep him from getting used to anything.  And it was amazing.  He was unbelievably frustrated, horny, completely beyond overwhelmed.  Hell, I half expected him to start crying if I kept it up long enough.  And I certainly considered seeing if I could push him that far.

Especially once he said, “Hurt it.  Please, just hurt it.”  I laughed, and kept teasing him, doing whatever I could to keep the intensity up.

I considered it a win, though, when he said, “What do I have to do to make it stop?”

He’s never begged, he’s never asked me to stop anything, and it had been a goal of mine to get him to that point.  Whether through pleasure, pain, or some combination of the two, I wanted to get him to that point.

And thanks to this awesome new side effect, I finally did.

So shortly after that, I turned off the wand and let him recover.  He got dressed, and we went downstairs, sat on the couch, and watched TV.  And he dozed off with my hand around his throat.

The next day, I told him he could masturbate.  I’ve been on a “nice” kick recently, and decided to shock the hell out of him by telling him he could cum.

But I had more reasons than just that one.  I wanted to see if he could.  He couldn’t with me, but he knows his body better than I do, he knows what he likes, and he may have more luck doing it on his own.

After almost an hour of trying, he texted me to let me know it was an absolute failure.  He simply cannot cum from penile stimulation alone.

Which means he’ll have to be milked.  Which means he’ll only be able to cum from being fucked like a girl.  He can no longer orgasm like a man.

Just another piece of his manhood shriveling away and dying…

And it hasn’t even been a month yet.  This whole process is going so much faster than I expected it to, and I absolutely love it.  I never thought in my wildest dreams that so much would happen so quickly.  He has a history of odd reactions to medications, so there was a wonder about how his body would react to this, but it’s amazing.

Once the Aneros gets in, I’ll use that on him and milk him.  The poor thing hasn’t had an orgasm in forever (his last one was written about on the blog, weeks and weeks and weeks ago).  And the last two teasing sessions certainly didn’t help.

And I’m not completely heartless.  I’ll let him get that release.  He’s been a good sissy, and he’s obedient, and just as I want to punish bad behavior, I want to reward good behavior.

So he’ll definitely get that release soon.

In other news, Kazander approached me last night with an interesting question.  He had a picture of a fucking machine up on his laptop, showed it to me, and said, “Is this the fucking machine you said you wanted?”

What?

A fucking machine?  When did I say I wanted a fucking machine?

Well, sure I want one.  I also want a $4,000 BDSM bedframe, a bondage horse, a cage (or two), a suspension rig, and a big house to put it all in, where I could live with all my boys, with a private, soundproof dungeon in the basement, stocked with pretty much every BDSM-related toy on the internet.  Sure.

I also want to win the lottery.  I don’t expect it to actually happen.

Why don’t I expect it to happen?  Because the one he showed me was $800.  And the one I want is $2,000.

For those who are new to the blog, I don’t work.  I raise my kid, and will be homeschooling her in the fall because Nevada is the absolute worst state in the country as far as public education, and she didn’t hit any of the acceptance lotteries for the charter schools in the area.  So I won’t be getting a job anytime in the relative future.  Not unless I can try again next year (I’m still not sure how it works for admission after kindergarten), or hope that they build a new one and get her on the list there.

And Kazander makes decent money.  He makes enough that we live comfortably on his income alone.  But he doesn’t make let’s-blow-two-grand-on-a-whim money.  He doesn’t even make let’s-blow-eight-hundred-dollars-on-a-whim money.  If he did, I would not have gone the last four months without visiting Steel.

I was also shocked because Kazander is, without a doubt, the most…. What’s a good word?  We’ll go with frugal.  He’s the most frugal person I’ve ever met in my entire life.  He does not part easily with money.

And, while I will always give him shit about it, and while it has come back to bite us in the ass more than once, I have to respect his skill with money.  That’s why he runs his family’s household.  His parents and sister went bankrupt, and he took over.  In something like 7 years, he took them from being so deep in debt, it was comical, to being completely debt-free, and homeowners.  He also started a stock account thing that will eventually serve as his retirement fund, and even if he doesn’t put another cent into it, will double his money every eight years.  And when the stock market crashed, and everyone freaked out and sold everything, he bought up everything he could.

He started with nothing – less than nothing, technically, considering the debt – and completely turned his entire family’s financial situation around to the point that they could buy a house.  Granted, it was through the VA, since my father-in-law is a veteran, and that’ll be tricky once he dies — which the man constantly says is going to happen any day now– because my mother-in-law is not a veteran, and Kazander and I are not veterans, and the VA has been known to require full payment of the loan if another vet can’t take it over, or they’ll repossess the house.

He even tried going to a lawyer to see about leaving the house to Kazander, and letting him take over the loan, and the lawyer’s advice was literally — and I’m 100% serious, I was there for this meeting, and I can’t make this shit up — “Tell your family not to tell the VA when you’ve died.  Hopefully they just won’t find out until the house is paid off.”

But for all his constant griping about how he’s going to die literally any second now (which was super awesome five years ago, the day before Kazander and I were going to tell his family I was pregnant, and that goddamn bastard left me alone with his father, who I’d only met a couple of times previous, who immediately started lamenting the fact that he’s going to die without ever having any grandchildren, and how that was his one big regret in life.  And I had to sit through alllllll of that, because the man never stops talking, knowing that I was pregnant.  I still haven’t let Kazander forget that.  Fucking bastard), I’m pretty damn sure he’s going to outlive us all, so we should be good.

It’s funny about the stocks, though.  Kazander got a life insurance policy and made me the beneficiary.  And after he did, he said, “Alright, after taxes you’ll have about X amount of money.  I know you’re going to spend Y amount on random life shit.  Bills, fuck-around-money, stuff like that.  So I want you to take Z amount and invest it, but only in such-and-such stocks, and something about dividends and interest, and a whole bunch of other shit I didn’t even remotely understand.”

I said, “That’s a lot of money, why don’t I just hire an accountant?”

He said, “No, you don’t want to hire an accountant.  There’s no need to, and it’s a waste of money, and you run the risk of getting caught in a scam.  Just do a whole bunch of technical stock lingo shit that I still didn’t understand.”

I said, “Okay, or here’s a new plan.  How about you just not die.”

So I don’t complain too much about it.  Unless I see a situation that will come back and bite us in the ass again.

But other than that, I don’t complain.  I have to respect his ability.  Hell, I couldn’t do that.  I keep telling him he needs to get an accounting degree.  He’s so amazing with numbers and money (I can literally ask him questions like, “What’s 27 multiplied by 16?”  Or “If something is $238 with 20% off, how much is the full price?”  And he’ll have an answer in less than five seconds.  And it’ll be the right answer.  It’s like some autistic prodigy-type shit.  It’s insane).  He could get an accounting degree in his sleep, and make at least as much as he’s making now, if not more, without having to work the insane hours in a non-climate-controlled environment.

I’m rambling again.  Fucking machine.  Right.

So I have no idea what bug has crawled up his ass, or what alien parasite has taken over my husband, that all of a sudden he’s looking at an $800 fucking machine, and seriously considering buying it for me.  I mean, granted, we won’t be able to buy it soon, it’s something we’d have to plan for, but still, that floored me, when he asked about it.  That’s not something I ever expected him to want to buy me.

And realistically, he may have considered the $800 one, but I just don’t want it.  It’s not versatile, it’s heavy and huge and loud, and some people have said it’s not strong enough for anal.  It’s not worth the money, and I don’t want it.

The $2,000 one is worth the money.  It’s called the Shockspot, and I’ve seen it in action, and it’s fucking amazing.

It can fuck in any position, it weighs twenty pounds, it folds up into something just slightly larger than a briefcase, it’s completely programmable, and it’s quieter.  We have a four-year-old, and no soundproof dungeon in the basement.  We need something that we can fold up into a case and put away.  And we need something that won’t be loud enough to wake her up in the middle of the night.

And I want something versatile enough that I can do whatever I want with it.  I don’t want to be limited.  Not when I’m spending that kind of money.  What’s the point in spending eight hundred damn dollars on something I can’t use the way I want to?

If I’m going to spend that kind of money, I want it to be something I’ll use, something that’s top-of-the-line, something that I’m not limited by.  I can’t get a fucking machine like that for $800.  Not with all the features that the Shockspot has.

And if $800 is our budget, then I’d much rather get a violet wand kit.  Kazander loves electrical play, and I love how sadistic it can be, so that’s the much better option for the price.  A violet wand is more versatile, there are more options, and it’s something I’ve always been interested in.  A fucking machine is goddamn fantastic, for a million and two reasons, and hell yes I want one, but when you really boil it down, it can only do one thing.

Don’t get me wrong, the Shockspot does that one thing damn well, and I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it.  But for more than double the price of the one Kazander suggested, I seriously doubt that’s a realistic option.

So we’ll see.  Maybe someone spiked his drink or something, and he was high off his ass when he suggested it.  Maybe he’ll turn back into the Kazander I know, and rethink the whole idea.

We’ll have to wait and see what happens.

Sounder’s Play Party

So Saturday night was Sounder’s play party.  The entire day dragged by, and the poor boy only got 3 combined hours of sleep in the last two nights.  But insomnia is a thing he deals with on a regular basis, so he was functioning just fine.

The party was set to start at 7pm.  I got there right around 6, and I loved how nervous he was.

But we hung out and socialized while he finished getting everything ready, and Sadie arrived with the photographer, one of her playmates.  Kiki had told us beforehand that she would be a little late, because she gets off work late.  We decided to use one of the guest rooms as our playspace, so the photographer set up the backdrop and the lights while Sadie, Sounder and I chatted.

And it was a lot of fun, just talking.  Sadie got to see for herself just how delightfully dry and sarcastic Sounder’s sense of humor is.  And I have no doubt that she noticed, as I did early on, that the level of sarcasm goes up the more nervous he gets.  It’s adorable, and hilarious.

Once Kiki got there, we chatted a bit more, then made our way upstairs.  I started stripping him, unbuttoning his shorts, when I felt the unmistakable feeling of lace.

He was wearing his panties.

I looked up at him, confused.  “Why are you wearing these?”

“For tonight,” he replied.

Aww….

He didn’t have to do that.  I certainly wasn’t expecting it.  But then again, I’m not surprised.  He never does anything half-assed, including his submission and service to me.

So I pulled his shorts down, pulled his shirt off, and he was standing there, in front of the three of us and the photographer (who is male, by the way… a tiny detail that I absolutely loved.  Our original photographer was female, but she couldn’t get off work, so he offered to do it), wearing nothing but his black lacy thong.

So cute.  But I didn’t make him stay mostly-naked for long.  I put his sexy French maid outfit on and sat him down on the edge of the bed to put his makeup on.  I didn’t do the super-advanced stuff, like the contouring and all of that (which I really need to start doing, he has a very strong jaw), simply because I didn’t want to be doing his makeup for an hour.  And he’d be wearing a masquerade mask in the pictures anyway.  So just basic stuff.  Concealer, foundation, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara, lip liner and lip color.

Oh!  But there was a moment when Sadie, Sounder and I were talking, as he was standing there in some stage of undress (I don’t remember), and I said something about having been nice to him up to this point.

And he looked at me with that sarcastic grin of his and said, “Oh, you’ve been nice?”

Oooooh, little boy…..

I arched a brow.  “You don’t think I’ve been nice?”

He pointedly looked around, at the backdrop, lights, his outfit, and the massive collection of toys we were planning to use on him, then looked back at me.  “This is nice?” he asked.

Oooooh, little boy……

Even Sadie was chuckling at that point.  I crossed my arms and looked up at him, a dark smile spreading across my face as I started to think of some not-nice things.  “So you don’t think I’ve been nice.  Would you like me to stop being nice?  Because I could totally stop being nice if you want.  I can definitely accommodate that.”

He shook his head.  “No, no, that’s okay.”

That’s what I thought.

So I’ll have to remember that.

Anyway…

He looked adorable.  And he’d gotten a new wig that I hadn’t had the chance to see on him, so I was excited to see it.  And really, it looks good on him.  Both Sadie and Kiki complimented it, and the way it fits his face.  As much trouble as we’ve had finding a decent wig for him, I think he finally hit gold.

So I tied the mask on him, he put his shoes on, and we made him pose while the photographer snapped away.

And really, it never fails to amuse me how horrible men are at moving their bodies.  Guys, your torso and your hips are not fused together.  They can move independently.  I promise you, they can.

It was adorable.  And we had our fair share of laughs at his expense as we modeled the different poses.  And actually, he impressed me.  He’s a really fast learner.  It didn’t take long for him to sort of get the hang of posing and standing like a woman.

It was funny, though.  At one point, I was standing next to him, modeling the pose I wanted him to assume.  You all know the pose.  Where the woman is standing facing away from the camera, turns her shoulders to the side and looks over her shoulder at the camera, her hand on her hip.  You know the pose.

And he actually didn’t look bad doing it.  But he was having trouble arching his back.

“More,” I told him.  “Stick your ass out.  It’s supposed to be uncomfortable.”

He more or less figured it out, but it was obvious he wasn’t loving it.  “Who stands like this?” he asked.

All three of us laughed.  “Women,” Sadie and I said together.

And it’s always funny watching him try to be feminine.  All of my previous experience with forced fem, or cross-dressing, or anything like that, has been with men who were already a little feminine, or wanted to be more feminine.  But Sounder is as masculine as they come.  Watching him struggle with the things that come naturally to me was eye-opening as far as the differences between genders.  And I don’t consider myself to be hugely feminine.

But we took plenty of pictures of him in cute, sexy, slutty poses.  After that, we set the table up and laid him down on it on his stomach, completely naked.  Then we started in with the violet wand.

And really, the more I play with the violet wand, the more upset I am that I don’t have one.  It made him squirm so beautifully.  We had to keep an eye on the squirming, so we didn’t make his injury worse.  But it wasn’t easy.  He has no self-control when it comes to thrashing and writhing.  So we kept the wand on the lower settings and had fun playing on his back, butt and legs.

Then, Sadie handed me an odd-shaped cylinder that looked to be made of brass and glass, with two metal prongs at one end.  “What the fuck is that?” I asked her.

And that made Sounder nervous as hell.  “Okay, that’s not a good sign,” he said, squirming.

“No, it’s fine,” Sadie said.  “Just hold it here and touch the two prongs to him.”

I moved the cylinder closer to his body, and before I even touched him, the glass portion lit up.  It was a lightbulb.

“Oh!” I exclaimed.  “That’s awesome!”

And apparently that didn’t help Sounder’s nervousness at all.  He was still squirming and protesting, so I decided to be nice and calm him down a bit.  By this point, we’d already been pretty mean with the violet wand.

“It’s alright, here look,” I said, holding it in front of his face.  I showed him what it was, and moved it close to his arm so he could see it light up.

See?  And he thinks I’m not nice.

So that was a lot of fun.  I don’t think he was expecting that kind of intensity.  He had said that electric play doesn’t really do anything for him, and that others had been disappointed.

But the others hadn’t been Sadie, and hadn’t had a violet wand.

He really couldn’t thrash around much, and I had the sneaking suspicion that if we tried tying him to the table, he’d end up inadvertently breaking it, just because he’s that strong.  Sadie seemed like she was a little skeptical of that idea, but I said, “No, he has literally broken chain before.  Like, metal chain.  Completely snapped it.”

After awhile, we decided to switch him over to his back.  It didn’t take long for us to realize that make him flinch or squirm while on his back was a bad idea.  It put too much of a strain on his abdomen.

So we put the violet wand away, and I pulled out my sounds.  We’d played with them once, but the lube we used had burned him like hell.  When we tried it before, he said it felt like he was on fire.  So I haven’t done anything with them since.

But Sadie found a few tester packets of a different brand of surgical lube.  I’d used the basic Surgi-Lube, and that’s what she had, too.  But she found the packets of Dyna Lube, and suggested we try that, to see if it was a little better.  Of course, it would probably burn at least a little.  Surgical lube generally does.  But with any luck, it would be way more manageable than the Surgi-Lube was.

So I picked the sound, tore open the packet, and started sliding it inside him.  Apparently I was going too slow for his preference or something.  He asked, “Is it tough to put in?”

“No, it’s sliding in pretty easy.  I’m not pushing it at all.  Gravity is pushing it, and I’m just guiding it and holding it to keep it from falling too fast.”

“Oh, okay.  It just seemed like you were going really slow.”

I laughed.  “Would you rather I shove it in?”

“No, no.  Take your time.”

Silly boy.

I started with the third smallest, and went up to the fifth.  And after awhile, I asked how the burning was.  He said he could feel it, but it was very tolerable.

“Awesome, so this works better than the Surgi-Lube.”

“Does it?  I don’t remember.”

“Oh, yeah.  Last time, by this point, I was practically peeling you off the ceiling.”

So that’s awesome.  We can do sounding again, yay!  I bet he’s soooooo super excited about that.

After sounding him, we turned him back over, and Sadie introduced us to her extremely extensive collection of impact toys.  She had a brand-new bamboo cane that she’d never gotten the chance to use before.

And oh, she got to use it.  She caned him, paddled him, beat the hell out of him.  Kiki brought this amazing thick leather strap that I immediately fell in love with.  It could cause some pain, sure.  But more than the pain was the sound it made when she hit him with it.  It made a sexy, loud, intimidating sound.  It was awesome.

There were five different canes, four or five wooden paddles, a flogger, all kinds of fun toys.  We went to town on him, pushing him hard.  Before long, his ass and the backs of his thighs were red and hot, and some lovely welts were forming on his thighs.  So that’s when we got out the vampire gloves.  And the skin on his ass was so sensitive, it took very little pressure with the gloves to overwhelm him.  That was insanely fun, watching him react to us hurting him, listening to him grunt and moan, trying his hardest to handle what we were putting him through.

Pretty welts.

I was loving it.  We beat and caned him some more, and then decided to move on to the needles.  We’d decided we were going to put four in each butt cheek, and then use ribbon to wrap around them to sort of “lace up” his ass.

Kiki isn’t a fan of needles, and she’s a smoker, so she went downstairs to take a smoke break while Sadie and I prepped him.

And when Sadie began rubbing the alcohol on his ass, his reaction surprised me.  He damn near screamed, his entire body tense, and writhing all over the place.  He was really having trouble handling it.  But he eventually calmed down and Sadie began the process of pushing the needles into him.  She was going to do one side, and I would do the other.  But I needed to hold him down while she put the needles in him.

And even leaning on him with all of my weight, it was a struggle to keep him down.  She got three in, and I could see him starting to crack.  We were quickly approaching his limit, and had gone beyond the point of him being capable of speech.  So after the third, we took a break, she took the gloves off, to give him some time to cope before moving on.

He was shaking, writhing, moaning, completely overstimulated and overwhelmed.  I asked him if he needed to take the needles out, but of course he couldn’t answer.  So I turned to Sadie and told her to take them out.  We were getting too close to his limit, and when I do eventually push him to his breaking point, I don’t want anyone else there.

She reached for the gloves, and he was doing everything he could to keep from cracking wide open.  For a moment, I thought about pushing her aside and pulling the needles out myself, gloves or no gloves.  But, while I know he’s clean and disease free, I’m in no rush to get myself blood-bound to someone I’ve known for three months.  And it would only take a few more seconds.

It felt like time was going in slow motion in my mind (and I imagine in his, too).  I didn’t want him to break with her and the photographer in the room, and we were getting pretty close.  But finally, she got the glove on and I held him down once more while she pulled the needles out.

After that, he was better.  She wrote my name in his blood on his back, then cleaned him up.  This time, when she used the alcohol it didn’t bother him nearly as much.

For a few minutes there, he was completely shut down, lying on his stomach on the table.  I sat on the table beside him, running the tips of my fingers up and down his back, caressing and comforting him while he stabilized himself a bit.

By the time Kiki came back, he was talking and answering questions, and was just fine. He lied there on the table for awhile, recovering, while Sadie, Kiki, the photographer, and I chatted.

Marks have the habit of disappearing annoyingly fast on him, and at one point, maybe 20 minutes into our conversation, I turned to look at the welts on his thigh, and was disappointed to see how much they’d gone down. We hoped they’d get darker again in the morning.

After awhile, Sounder picked himself up off the table, got dressed, and joined in the conversation.

They all left, and Sounder and I hung out, watching Eastbound & Down, a show that he’d introduced me to earlier that afternoon, and probably the most epic TV show of all time.

I was surprised when I looked at my phone and realized it was 1:30 in the morning. So I grabbed my things, he walked me to my car, we hugged, and I left.

The next day, he texted me a picture of the welts on his legs, and I was sad to see how faint they were. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said marks don’t tend to stay for very long.

See, that's sad.

See, that’s sad.

So next time I’ll have to beat him way harder. But he did say something that surprised me.

We were talking about the party, and what he thought about it.

Sadists are fun

Sadists are fun

And I was curious, I wanted to know more about his thought process after the session ended.

Color me impressed.

Color me impressed.

So minutes after we were toeing his limit, that was where his head was. That’s what he was thinking about, what he was worried about.

I am seriously impressed.

So it was a fun evening. I can’t wait to do it again.  And on Wednesday, I’ll be heading over to his house to review all the pictures that the photographer took.  He hasn’t seen them yet, and is not hugely looking forward to seeing them (which makes me all the more excited to make him look through them with me).  I imagine quite a few will be posted here.

Learning is Fun!

M’kay, this post is gonna contain pictures of needle play, sutures, and staples. If that sort of thing bothers you, it may be a good idea to skip over this one.

This weekend was seriously fucking awesome. On Friday night, I went to a play party at Sadie’s house.  And last night was the party with Sounder, Sadie, and Kiki.

Amazing stuff.  But we’ll start with the play party.  The ClubFem debacle was a big topic of conversation, since Sadie went, as well as another Domme and sub that were at the play party.  Kiki was fighting a headache and exhaustion (she’s been working a lot), so she stayed home.

Thankfully, their opinion was the same as mine and it was such a relief to know that I wasn’t the only one who thought it was such a joke. It was such a relief when I walked in and one of the first things Sadie did was give me an amused look and ask, “So what did you think of the ClubFem meeting?”

And the way she asked it, I was immediately relieved.

I mean, I knew she would think it was just as ridiculous as I did.  I knew this because I know her well enough to know that she’s not bigoted or stupid.  But there’s always that tiny bit of irrational worry.

So it was awesome that she had to keep herself from laughing through the meeting, and that she thought it was just as ridiculous as I did.

So that was awesome.

And if there’s one thing about Sadie, it’s that she’s extremely knowledgeable about pretty much everything sadistic.  And for me, who has much less experience with things like fire play, needle play, knife play, and all of that, she’s a fantastic teacher.

We had talked about doing needle play or fire play with Sounder at the party, and the possibility of her teaching me there at his house.  But one of her playmates was coming to her party, and she asked if I’d be okay practicing on him, and she could teach me that night, and then I could do it more or less on my own, while she supervised, the next night with Sounder.

Yay!!!!

Why yes, yes I would.

So she got everything prepped and showed me how she goes through that process, and what all needs to be done.  She put him on the table, showed me how to sterilize the area, and we were ready.

The first few times, I watched, and she went slow, going through it step-by-step.  We were doing it on the back of his shoulder, which is a relatively easy area to work with for beginners.

And then, it was my turn.  I put the gloves on, grabbed the needle, and bent over him, getting ready to stab someone I’d just met that night.

And really, I hadn’t felt an adrenaline rush like that in awhile.  I was nervous, excited, and completely stoked.  I began pushing the needle into him, and feeling that very unique resistance, seeing it sliding through his skin and coming out the other side, was seriously fucking incredible.

Like, I love needle play.  It was awesome.

It's so pretty!!

It’s so pretty!!

Seriously awesome.  And pretty easy, one I got the hang of it.  The only real things are to make sure you don’t go too deep (which took a little bit of practice), and to make sure you don’t prick yourself with the needle once it’s already gone into him.  It’s not too difficult to figure out.

So needle play supplies are now at the top of my wish list.  It does take kind of a lot.  Not just needles and gloves, but all of the prep equipment, sterilization equipment, biohazard bags and sharps containers, etc.  It’s labor intensive, but definitely worth it.

Okay, so once I got the hang of that, it was time to move on to something a little more difficult.  We moved down to his ass, she cleaned and sterilized the area, and showed me how to do sutures.

And holy crap, y’all, sutures are way more difficult than needles.  That took some time to figure out.  And then of course, once I got the curved needle in and through, getting the clamps to release was a pain in the ass.  And then, tying the goddamn thread off was incredibly awkward, and took longer than the suture itself.

But I figured it out, and the poor guy I was practicing on took it like a champ, and was very patient with me as I figured it out, and was basically just a huge sweetheart.

So I definitely need more practice with sutures.  And I’m seriously looking forward to getting more practice with sutures.

Yay, sutures!

Yay, sutures!

So after we did that, she showed me how to take them all out, and we turned him over onto his stomach, where she showed me how to do staples.

Now, staples are incredibly easy.  There’s no real skill involved there.  It’s just a matter of having the little staple gun, pushing the tip against the skin, and pressing the trigger.  It’s also much, much less painful than sutures and needles, so it’s a good starting point for subs who may be a little nervous about venturing into needle play or suture play (hint, hint, cough, cough).

And because it doesn’t actually puncture the skin, more just pinches it, it’s easier for people to handle, when they’d have problems watching needles or sutures, or have problems with blood.  A couple of the guests were on the other side of the house for the needles and the sutures, and came in to see if staples had the same effect, and were much more comfortable watching the staples.

The staple does still go into the skin, just a little bit, so you still need the gloves and the sharps container and all of that stuff, and you need a special tool to remove the staples, but it’s way, way more mild.

And they’re fun because you can thread a thin ribbon through them, and create patterns.  We did a simple arrow, just so she could show me what it is.

Pretty arrow.

Pretty arrow.

So the staples were simple, and easy, and a lot of fun, and extremely versatile.  I’m definitely looking forward to getting myself some of those.  That’s also really high up on my wish list.

Along with a massage table.  How do I not have a massage table?  They’re awesome, they keep the boy at the perfect height, they’re sturdy, they’re portable, and they’re surprisingly light.

I must have one.

So yeah, staples are awesome, and ribbon is awesome.  And just for fun, Sadie decided to pull out her clothespins.

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That frenum piercing is seriously convenient, too….

After awhile, there were so many, it started to look like a hedgehog.

And because Sadie is just that damn awesome, she drew a face on the head of his dick to make it look more like a hedgehog.

And the result is seriously fucking cute.

And the result is seriously fucking cute.

Finally, we took all the clothespins off.  And even once they were off, it still looked pretty cool.

Seriously cool, right?

Seriously cool, right?

So we let him up, and that’s when the violet wands came out.  Because that’s what happens when you put four sadists in a room together.

And the subs were fascinated with the violet wands, so that was a lot of fun.  We turned down the lights, and I was able to get a couple of really nice shots of the arcing.

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The subs wanted to see if you could hit one with the wand, and the other would feel it. You know, for science.

The subs wanted to see if you could hit one with the wand, and the other would feel it. You know, for science.

So yeah, it was a ridiculous amount of fun.  A violet wand is also high on my want-list, especially because Kazander really likes electrical play.  We need a violet want immediately.

And I was seriously looking forward to using the violet wand on Sounder then next night.  He made the mistake of telling me that electricity never really had much of an effect on him.  And of course, I told Sadie that, and of course, she took that as a challenge.  So I was definitely looking forward to having an effect on him.