Pinup-bondage is a dream come true and is dedicated to bondage as an artful and erotic form of restraint.

-Uncle M

 

♀ made Hot Chocolate Cupcakes for my nephew’s birthday yesterday. Guess what made them ‘hot’? Cayenne pepper and they were delicious. I know all you chocoholics will be saying, ‘well duh, chocolate goes with anything’,  but I had never thought of those two flavours working so well together. FYI, another unexpected, but really tasty combination is cracked black pepper on fresh strawberries. Yummy!

 

Why am I telling you this? Well, Uncle M’s combination of Pinup & Bondage has been kind of the same thing for me. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear that I’ve always been a big fan of Pinup; beautiful girls wearing gorgeous clothes and flashes of sexy lingerie. What’s not to love, right? I know that bondage has been an occasional theme in Pinup forever, but I never noticed any artistry in the ropes. It was more along the lines of, ”Oh, Bettie is tied up in this picture. My, she’s pretty. I love those shoes…’

 

Uncle M’s artwork is prominently displayed at the Lounge and I remember looking at them when we went to our orientation and thinking they were very good. It wasn’t until I met Uncle M in person that I started to understand just how cool his work really is. He’s passionate about his art and when you talk to him, you can’t help but to get caught up in his excitement for it.

  

He has a very nice pay website with updates twice a week, but I wanted to tell you about the two books he has available, just in time for Christmas.  Pinup Bondage  Has over 145 stunning high resolution photographs, each with a caption that tell a vivid story of the beauty of bondage. None of the attractive women shown in this book model professionally and have come to Uncle M for the simple reason they are attracted to this type of bondage art.

 

Steam Punk Bondage  has many of the same models as the pinup bondage book.  Sisi, Donita, Anna, Ravenas and Miss Morta are all featured in this all steampunk, all bondage coffee table book.  Each outfit was custom designed by Suzee666especially for the photos featured in this book.  Uncle M has taken the bondage to another level in this book with the use of a custom suspension frame designed to be hidden from the camera.  No expense was spared in creating this unique and very erotic photo presentation of Steampunk bondage art.

 

Actually, now that I think about it, Uncle M manages to combine three elements in his photos (so my opening analogy doesn’t quite do it justice); beautiful girls, gorgeous clothes and the artistry of bondage.  I’m sure you know someone who would love to find one of these books under their Christmas tree this year.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

ps: Uncle M sent me some loveRly photos to add to this post, but I’m having technical issues and am unable to upload…anything right now (balderdash)

Note to self: Just because some body tries something once and says they didn’t really like it doesn’t mean they’ll never want to try it again.

 

Case in point, the Wartenberg Wheel. We bought one several months ago. I used it on ♀ once and she didn’t like it much so I never tried it again. When you consider our whole Domme/sub, Top/bottom dynamic, it makes sense that it would be something she would just use on me anyway. Another thing we only tried once was me tying her up and that didn’t work out so well either.  We do have cheap nylon straps with velcro cuffs attached to the four corners of our bed and she’s used those on me. It’s been our experience that ♀ telling me or giving me permission to Top just feels awkward and is usually not worth the effort.  But there are, apparently, exceptions…

 

As I’ve mentioned before, playing with other people puts ♀ libido into over-drive. Seriously, for days after she simply cannot get enough enough of me. I’m not complaining, but I am curious if anyone else has experienced this. Tell us all about it in the comments.

 

Anyway, if you’ve read the past three posts, you’ll know that we’ve been humping like bunnies lately. Sunday night she said she wanted something different. She didn’t want to just fuck. She wanted to connect with me. She was laying face down and naked on our bed. My plan was to stroke her with a large feather, then massage her, then make love to her…slowly and passionately.

 

I couldn’t find the damn feather and the moment was slipping away so I grabbed the WartenbergWheel and things got freaky.  I ran it all over her back and neck, down her arms and along her hands as well as her legs and feet. When the wheel was some where between her ass cheeks and inner thighs she moaned,

 

“On fuck, you’re making my twitty clitch!”

 

That could, quite possibly,  be the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.

 

She rolled over and surprised the hell out of me when she told me to tie her up…

 

 

I spent a long time rolling the wheel over every inch of her, taking special note of the unexpected places that were very sensitive… her neck, the palm of her hand, the inside of her ankle. Eventually, her entire body became so sensitive to the wheels bite that she was thrashing and twitching and moaning and growling and saying all sorts of nasty things. That’s when I started to concentrate on the really sensitive spots…the soles of her feet, her inner thighs, the sides of her breasts.

 

Her nipples were so hard they looked painful and when I rolled the wheel over them again and again. She said that it felt like I was biting them really hard. Then I decided to get serious. I turned around and straddled her tummy and I began to roll the wheel closer and closer to her sex. When I started going along her outer lips, I needed to keep all my weight on to keep her from bucking too violently. I spread her apart and started on her inner lips and she got really loud.

 

Of course you know I had to find out what would happen if I rolled it over her clit. Believe it or not she managed to lift us both off the bed. So I did it again and yeah, again. I tried it up and down along its length and then I went back again across it. Once in a while I would look back at her and she really was out of her head. I have never seen her clit so big and inviting so I started licking it right after I’d run the wheel over it. She seemed to like that.

 

Eventually, she managed a complete sentence. “I need cock, now!”

 

So I turned around, slid forward and while still straddling her, shoved my cock in her mouth. She took to that like she was born to suck cock. I was really enjoying the feel of my cock in her throat and I did consider coming like that, but there was something else I wanted to try.

 

I slid back down and entered her cunt with one good, hard thrust. I’ve gotta admit that fucking a woman who’s hands and feet are bound and who is completely out of her skull with lust was really really hot. She tried to kiss me so I grabbed the back of her braid to hold her head down.

 

OK, I need to change gears here for just a second. One of the many differences between men and women is women are able to quantify their orgasms. What I mean is a woman  can say that this orgasm was better than that one and tell you why. Generally speaking, a man’s best orgasm was his most recent one. Having said that, the orgasm I had last Sunday night was pretty fucking spectacular.

 

Once I was done, ♀ still needed to have hers. I started fucking her with a favourite glass dildo while licking her clit, but I couldn’t quite get her off. She begged me to untie her wanking hand. I suppose a proper Dom would have said no, but I truly love watching (and hearing) her come so I set her left arm free and two minutes later she was having the mother of all orgasms. Holy-freaking-doodle the entire scene was just so unbelievably hot. All that I just described took about 90 minutes and it could quite possibly be the most intense sexual experience of my life.

 

We’ve been talking about it and ♀ seems to think part of what made it so hot was that I was really the Top and she’s asked a couple of times if I thought I could do it again. I’m not really sure. Certainly from the time we started exploring ‘sissy’, I’ve thought of myself as all submissive all the time. I don’t know if I could learn to turn the ‘Dom’ on at will or not.

I think ♀ would sure like it.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

As J & N were getting ready to leave Wednesday night, there was some talk about when we might be able to play again. The only night that we were all going to be available for many weeks was that Saturday…Just three days later.  Well that seemed a bit sudden so we agreed we would take a day or two to process what had happened and make a decision after that. J emailed ♀ Thursday night to say they were game if we were and suggested we come out to their house.

 

As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ gets really horny in the days after we’ve played and when you add that to her excitement about playing again in just two more days…lets just say it was just as well she had Thursday & Friday off work.

 

Saturday night ♀ was dressed even more provocatively then she had been Wednesday night; translucent top over beaded black bra, new jean skirt over garter and fish-net stockings. She and J had been sending text messages back and forth all afternoon and when I saw what she was wearing, I sent J a text saying she looked to hot for me to take out.

 

We picked them up and went to a local pub for dinner and I was happy to see that N seemed more…relaxed…confident…maybe even eager. Dinner was fun. There was much more flirting and the discussion was far more specific. What worked well the previous night, what everyone might be willing to try, what was a possibility, what wasn’t. It was not the time or place to be subtle.

 

Once we got back to their place, we went straight for the bedroom. Four adults on a queen-size bed and it didn’t take long for things to get started.  There had been variety of fore-play things going on and at one point  J was on top of ♀ kissing her passionately and clearly very excited. Something was said between J & N or maybe it was just a look, but J put the breaks on. Things were moving to quickly and N was upset. She was embarrassed and apologized for being a stick in the mud. Everyone assured her that wasn’t the case at all. Then she said that she was finding it really difficult to see J being that passionate with ♀.

 

Well, that was exactly what ♀ & I had been going through. She pushed J & I aside, took N in her arms and told her that she totally understood what she was going through. She told her how hard it had been (and still is) for her to see me with someone else and how we’re trying to work through it. And then she kissed her and she kissed her again and then they really locked lips. J & I sat on opposite sides of the bed, transfixed as ♀ moved down to N’s breasts and she started to moan and before I knew it ♀ had her lips on N’s clit and her fingers buried in her cunt and minutes later N’s hips were bucking, there was girl-juice running down ♀ chin and I think my brain melted.

 

I think part of what made it so hot was that it was completely spontaneous and it really set the mood for the rest of the night. Later in the evening, J gave N a second big O while she made out with ♀. He also flogged ♀ while N & I watched and that was pretty hot.  We all helped give ♀ her two Big O’s (that seems to be her quota lately). J had two orgasms. ♀ licked one of them off N’s breasts and I licked the other one off N’s ass (the first time tasting another man’s cum).

 

So if your keeping score ♀, J & N had two big O’s each and I didn’t have any and ♀ still hasn’t been fucked by another man’s cock. Still, judging by all the happy, glowing faces as we were leaving, I think everyone involved was pretty darn pleased with how well things went. 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

And so it was decided that we would meet the couple we had played with at Sultry in a less sexually charged environment.  Dinner on a rare mid-weeknight off at a restaurant near our home. There was to be no pressure or expectations. It would just be a chance to get to know each other a little better, talk about our individual journeys and see if we were interested in doing some *exploring* together.

 

You might be surprised to learn that it was me who wanted to cancel at the last moment. I really didn’t feel like I had a handle on what ♀ needed or expected from me. ‘Your cock is mine.’  Is tangible and easily understood. I knew I could guarantee that. I get the concept of  ‘feeling connected’, but the practical application of it just seemed fraught with disaster.

 

We knew from their Fetlife pages that they had a female play-partner so it was possible that they would both be interested in ♀, but ♀ hadn’t played with women yet.  Also, N had taken my cock in her mouth at Sultry and I’d gone down on her so it seemed reasonable to assume she’d want at least some play with me and once things heated up, how would I know what was acceptable to ♀ and what wasn’t? It was a difficult few days, but in the end we decided to keep our date.

 

♀ was radiant in her new red corset, black skirt and black boots. She packed a just-in-case over-night bag and off we went. J & N seemed happy/nervous/excited to see us. The dinner went very well. The food was excellent, the conversation lively and there was enough sexual tension to keep everyone’s attention. Their reasons for getting involved in the lifestyle were different then ours as well as their experiences, but we all seemed to have a similar mindset. The whole thing felt comfortable. Near the end of the main course they admitted they had pet obligations and wouldn’t be able to stay out really late, but during dessert it was decided they would come back to our place  for a more intimate conversation.

 

That Wartenberg Wheel is a great ice-breaker and a very useful toy for getting people out of their clothes. Not that ♀ or J needed much encouragement, but N was a little shy. We fooled around for a couple of hours. ♀ played with both of us guys some (no actual fucking).  When I played with N, I made an effort to not go too long without touching ♀ and catching her eye to make sure everything was alright. If that sounds like I was a bit gun-shy… I probably was, but we need to keep ‘us’ safe and I think it’ll get easier for both of us.

 

Lets see…what else went on? I fondled J’s junk for a bit…that was a first. There was some random boobie touching between ♀ & N, but not much else. I tried to encourage some necking, but that didn’t happen. A few toys (besides the Wheel) were used…a couple of dildo’s, nipple clamps & the NJoy butt plug. ♀ was the only participant to have an orgasm (2 in fact) and they were spectacular enough that I don’t think anyone was disappointed with the evening. Actually, I think everyone was rather pleased with how well things went.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

When we first started talking about playing with other people at the Lounge it was suppose to be all about ♀ and her pleasure. I wanted to see her with other men. She liked the idea. It was all good.  Mostly.

 

The thing is, I love to see ♀ with other men, but I prefer the company of women. In the sexually charged, social environment of the Lounge it’s women who I want to interact with. They come in so many different shapes and sizes, they smell nice, they feel nice, they wear pretty things. I love the flirt and the tease. I want to touch and give pleasure to women and even though I don’t want the same things from women as ♀ wants from men (actual sex), it’s become an issue.

 

As a sissy, I don’t expect or even want the same rules to apply to both of us. I understand that seeing me interact with women in a sexy way doesn’t thrill ♀ the way seeing her with men thrills me. In fact, she finds it upsetting. We’ve had a challenging time finding the balance of letting me be me and her comfort level.

 

After the first incident, we agreed on a couple of things. First, my cock is hers. Period. No one is allowed to touch it, lick it, fuck it or do anything else with it without her consent and I’m not allowed to ask her for that consent. The woman involved needs to ask and that leads to the next part of our agreement. ♀ needs to be there so she can join in if she chooses or say ‘stop’ if she needs to.

 

The next incident happened when I was necking with another woman. ♀ was sitting right there. In fact she had freed one of her boobs for me to play with. My junk was safely tucked inside my panties. It was all good, right? Wrong. One of the many things I love about women is their brains work so differently then men’s, but there are times when it can be frustrating.

 

 

 It took us a few days, but eventually we figured out the rules we had in place were fine. The issue was she wasn’t feeling connected with me. She’d had a migraine headache earlier in the day and was still feeling weak and shaky when we got to the Lounge. She felt like she kept having to ask for my attention. Watching me give my attention to someone else when she was feeling disconnected from me was not a good thing.

 

We’ve been able to have some very sexy times since then (yes, I’ll be blogging about those soon) so I think we’re on the right track.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Virgin: adjective without experience of; not previously exposed to:

 

We attended the inaugural Virgin party at the Lounge this past weekend. There was a good mix of newbies attending their first play-party and veterans trolling for fresh meat.

 

 

Now that Jennifer has wiped her breakfast off the screen… I was kidding. It wasn’t like that at all. Though I am curious as to when exactly we became ‘experienced Lounge members’? It really wasn’t all that long ago that those looks of nervous anticipation were on our faces and it was us asking all those questions. It was kinda strange though because we still have lots of unpopped cherries and lots to learn about ‘us’ as individuals and ‘us’ as a couple and where we fit in the lifestyle and how best to negotiate play and keep ‘us’ safe….

 

Anyway, about the night…♀ wore a black mesh body-suit with the killer red shoes we bought in Vegas. She looked amazing and received many nice compliments. My favourite was the woman who looked at her shoes and said, “those shoes are sex.”

I wore the white baby doll and jacket we bought in Vegas with frilly white panties and adorable white sockettes with ruffles and little black bows at the heels. I have a very common first name and Jennifer told me a couple of people had referred to me as ‘lingerie  ****’.  That’s not quite a descriptive as ‘sissy ****’, but still, it made me smile. Oh and as lingerie **** I was the go-to-guy for reattaching sprung garter straps.

 

Pin-up bondage master Uncle M was there tying up a few lucky ladies. He has a funny place in the Lounge. He goes to most Deviant Dinings and Exploratoriums. He helps out  a lot with work on the space and lots of his artwork is displayed. So in that way he’s very active, but he’s very proud of the fact that he’s the one Lounge member who Jennifer has never seen naked and never will. This was the first time we’d ever seen him at an event where actual sex was a distinct possibility. There were several shameless hussies who tried to tease and torment him, but he seemed to take it all in stride.

 

A bondage master doesn’t untie the ropes and Uncle M didn’t have an assistant with him that night so women had to seek out volunteers to undo them. I still owed a friend a favour from last weeks Sultry and was supposed to do her untying, but unfortunately when she was ready to get untied (her hands were going numb) ♀ & I were in the back getting *busy*.

 

♀ sorta kinda helped untie another woman…well she freed one of her boobs to expose more flesh for me to use the Wartenberg Wheel on. She really really liked the wheel.

 

We had sex twice and I was even able to come once. We hadn’t had sex in a couple of days and no one else was around us when I came so I don’t really think it was a break through, but it was nice. Both times we fucked, a different man joined us near the end to play with her breasts while I licked and fingered her to long and loud big O’s.

 

So we didn’t get to pop any cherries, BUT…and this is an important ‘but’…♀ did decide she was ready to get her ‘girl-cherry’ popped. The problem was by the time she decided, the woman she wanted to lose it to was *busy* so we got *busy* for the second time and after that we were all too drained to get *busy* again. Still, that’s definitely something to look forward to.

 

All and all it was a good time, but the best part of the night happened after we got home. Even though it was 2 am, we had a shower, lit some candles, put on some soft music and had a long passionate love-making session. The Lounge is lots of fun, but it’s just ‘play’. Making love with ♀ is what is real and special and ours alone. That’s something you can’t really explain to people. It’s something the new Lounge members need to learn for themselves.

 

Another thing that can’t be explained is this…

 

 

Jennifer, you totally rock!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Like most Lounge events, our second Sultry was much different than our first one. It seemed, for us at least, to be less sexual and more social. Don’t get me wrong there was sex happening, but unlike our first Sultry ♀ didn’t spend most of the night with a variety of penises in her mouth.

Hmmm, now that I think about it, she had 3 penises in her mouth the first Sultry and 2 during the second Sultry. So I guess the difference was more the vibe. It was still lots of fun. It was just different. It was nice to see some familiar boobies faces and we met some new people as well.

 

We did the ‘human car wash’ again (fun). We managed to avoid the ‘whipped cream’ play (that stuff was really hard to wash off after). ‘Genital show and tell’ was very funny. I was thinking later that when Jennifer asked me if my penis could do any tricks? I should have told the story of shooting a load of cum up ♀ nose. Ok. I guess that’s not really a trick…it’s not like I could do it again, but I like telling the story.

 

We met fellow blogger Amy and her partner, Kitten. They were more subdued than I would have expected (they’d had an adventurous couple of days), but ♀ & I both really enjoyed meeting them. ♀ approaches men and women differently at the Lounge. With men, she’s usually making a quick decision…would I play with him? Women…she wants to know who they are and it takes longer. It was nice that all 4 of us seemed to hit it off right away.  There has already been a few emails exchanged  and honestly, I’m a little worried. Amy & I are all submissive all the time and I think ♀ & Kitten would have way to much fun devising ways to torment us.

 

So we were involved in some play and I think the reason it’s taken me a week to write this post is because I’ve been thinking about said play time…a lot. We played with another couple for the first time. As in J played with ♀ and I played with N. We were side-by-side, but it was definitely swapping and we had always said that wasn’t for us. Oh, and you heard that right…I played with N and I had told ♀ numerous times that she would never have to allow that. I did ask ♀ if it was OK to go down on N and she gave her consent, but she was already very turned on and what would she say when she came back to earth? What she said was  ‘That was awesome!’  and ‘That was so different than just being with a man.’ and ‘I think that’s something we could do more of.’

 

♀ was the only one of the four of us who had an orgasm, but apparently everyone had a good time. ♀ has very loud big O’s and J looked very pleased with getting a woman off like that and you just know I loved it. I was a little concerned with how N felt about the whole thing. She seemed a little…unsure. It turns out that it was their first time playing with another couple as well and she was just nervous. We’ve exchanged a couple of emails with them and are planning our next get together. I can’t wait!

 

After we finished playing with J & N, I went to get ♀ a bottle of water and when I got back ♀ was playing with her clit. I started licking then finger fucked her and pillow talked about what had gone on with J & N.  Her orgasm was just starting (she IS loud) when I heard Jennifer yell from another room, “OMG, that sounds like ♀ having another orgasm!” I guess it’s not surprising that Jennifer can identify individuals by the noises they make when they come, but still, it amuses the hell out of me.

 

 Oh, I almost forgot about another game we played. At the beginning of the evening Jennifer gave each person three little bags of candy. We could eat the candy OR we could trade the bags for sexual favours. The person with the most bags at the end of the night would get a free ticket to the next Sultry. I finished the night with 17 bags and I think I probably won, but I’m feeling a little guilty about it. In a group situation like that…with various combinations of  Tops/bottoms & Dom(me)s/subs it’s really hard to decide if a sexual favour was given or received. For instance J & N gave me all their candy before they left, but ♀ had the only orgasm and I love being cuckolded so really was that fair? We won’t be able to attend Novembers Sultry anyway so it may be a moot point.

 

Anyway, I think that pretty much sums up Octobers Sultry.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ asked me once if I ever worried about her leaving me for a play-partner. I said ‘no’, but had a hard time explaining why not. This quote comes close…

 

“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.” ~Veronica A. Shoffstall

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss