♀ got a text message from the 6 week old grandbaby the morning of Deviant Dining, ‘I miss you Grandma. Come to my house for a BBQ tonight.’  In case you were wondering, we were going to take sweet & sour pork with fresh pineapple to the Lounge.

However, we did make it to our 3rd (or 4th?) Exploratorium the following night. After we’d checked in, Jennifer took us aside to talk about the Jack & Jill post I wrote last week. She didn’t slap the back of my head, but she did say that negotiations to play were happening all the time, but it’s almost always more subtle than someone coming up and saying, ‘wanna fuck?’  She said that there had definitely been overtures towards us.

♀ said, “well, maybe.”

Jennifer said, “No. Not ‘well maybe.’” She’s been doing this a long time and she knew for a fact that lots of people had shown interest, especially in ♀.  She told us not to get discouraged, that as we get more experienced we’ll pick up on those cues and that’ll lead to more open flirting and that’ll lead to…where ever.

After Jennifer’s pep talk we checked out the list of the available stations. ♀ picked out two for each of us (to start) and told me to sign us up while she hung out in the social area. Do you remember me telling you that ♀ had tried caning a few months ago? Well, the big and beefy Lord Batsu was there with his sticks. I reintroduced myself and told him ♀ was looking forward to getting caned again. I also told him that it would be a good thing for all concerned if he became more…familiar with her. He said he thought that sounded like a good idea and he strode off to get her. Less then a minute later he was walking back to his booth, ♀ was skipping (seriously) behind him and all her clothes were falling off. I sat behind them to watch the 15 minute session. It was hard to tell if the caning was any more intense than the last time, but when he switched sizes and rubbed baby powder on her he’d stroke the sides of her breasts and down the crack of her ass and her inner thighs. When the session was over and she stood up they shared a long embrace and he kissed her.

She put her skirt and top back on (no bra or panties) and came back to me, glowing. Lord Batsu caught my eye and gave me the thumbs up.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Hell, yes.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t spread your legs more.”

“I didn’t want him to smell how horny he was making me.”

Uncle M came over to talk to us. He wanted to tie up ♀. She told him she hadn’t recovered from the torn rotator cuff.  She asked if he could tie her without putting strain on her shoulder (it’s only about 50%). Uncle M told her to wait there, he’d bring his ropes to her. While she was getting tied I went over to talk to Lord Batsu. He hasn’t read our blog so I told him about us, where we’re at in our development and the direction we think we might like to go in…specifically cuckolding. On one level  all that really matters is Her attraction to a prospective Bull, but Lord Batsu seemed to understand that my comfort level is important as well. Even if it’s way below the surface. We had a very good 10 minute conversation not just about ♀ & I, but who he is and his experience and how he could help us move forward.

Our talk was cut short when Uncle M came over to tell Lord Batsu there was a ‘Damsal in Distress’ at the next table. ♀ hands and ankles were bound and joined. If she’d tried to stand up, she’d have been hunched over, but just sitting there she looked quite comfortable. Lord Batsu went over to her, laid her on her back and pulled her top down exposing her breasts. He spent the next 10 minutes  squeezing her breasts, pinching, licking sucking her nipples. He slid his hand as far up her inner thighs as the rope would allow.  He lifted her up with the rope in one hand and spanked her ass hard with the other. When he was done he sat her up, left her breasts exposed and told her not to move. He wanted to be able to see her while he was caning the next person.

I brought her some water and a snack and sat next to her on the table. Half naked, glowing, excited, enthusiastic…all made ♀ very approachable. Lots of men and women were stopping by or hanging around where she was. Even my obtuse self I could see there were lots of opportunities to flirt or put out feelers for another time.

Lord Batsu finished his caning session, walked up and told (not asked) that he was going to fondle my wife. I stayed sitting right besides her, he went behind and grabbed a breast in each of his big hands and started playing with them again. He nibbled on her neck and I don’t know about him, but I could sure smell how horny she was.

The guy doing the Mummification booth came over and said I was up next. I hadn’t signed up for that. I told him it was much to warm to get wrapped in plastic. ♀ said maybe I’d sweat off some of my Buddha belly, so off I went. Sir Stephen wrapped me from my shoulders to my ankles in shrink wrap. He was just putting ice down my back and front when ♀ (now untied) and her new best friend came over to join the fun. Sir Stephen and Lord Batsu laid me on my back and ♀ started pinching all my sensitive spots, then she tickled my feet. They rolled me over and Lord Batsu gave  her an impromptu lesson on how how to use some of his toys on my backside while (I assume) he resumed playing with her breasts.

By the time Sir Stephen cut me free I truly was a sweaty sissy. ♀ was at Jennifer’s booth about to get introduced to Cupping. If you’re not familiar with this, it’s cups in various sizes that are placed on the skin and then the air is sucked out. Picture a really intense hickey. Apparently if it’s done on the clit it can get big enough to fuck with like a little cock. Jennifer concentrated on ♀ breasts. Her nipples can get very sensitive. So much so that sometimes even wearing a bra hurts. I was surprised that she could take it as long as she did. Lord Batsu came over and helped Jennifer pull them off. Then he grabbed her nipples and pulled them hard. If she’d been wearing panties…she’d have creamed them.

Then it was my turn to get cupped. ♀ is rough with my nipples so I enjoyed those being cupped. The end of my penis wasn’t as unpleasant as when she zapped it with electricity at our first Exploratorium, but holy-mother-of-god when she cupped one of my balls…fuck that hurt.

Next, ♀ wanted Lisa to slap me around for a while. I think her booth was called ‘Crops & Bats’.  She used a variety of owwwy things on my chest, inner-thighs, shoulders, back, and ass while ♀ watched. The most painful thing she used was called the Dragons Tongue (I think) it was this tiny little thing and ♀ said later it didn’t even look like Lisa was using much force with it, but wow…it really had a bite to it.

Once she was done and her handi-work had been admired the three of us had a really nice chat. I hadn’t realized that Uncle M’s assistant for the evening (Bondage Masters don’t untie the ropes) was Lisa`s husband. So we talked about their relationship and where kink fits for them. We also talked about how ♀ is a Top out of necessity. She sometimes gives me permission to top, but that’s not really the same thing. When we joined the Lounge bottoming wasn’t even on the radar for ♀, but she admitted that she’s enjoyed some of what she’s tried.

We watched a few more people get used and abused before things wrapped up for the night. ♀ made a point of being next to me at the end. We held each other, touched, kissed, reconnected. It was all good. I’ll write a post for Half-Nekkid Thursday this week and talk about what we’ve been talking about since Exploratorium.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

ps: we donated a toilet paper holder to the Lounge, but it’s not quite as stylish as this one.

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1. 

   I want a tissue holder just like that one! Do you think your lovely wife would share?

   Really enjoyed reading about your time at the Exploratorium. You two sure know how to have a good time.

   Hugs,
   C.

   Comment by C. — July 14, 2010 @ 6:31 pm

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