Do you know what our original number one reason was for joining the Lounge? To meet like-minded people. To have friends who we could just be ourselves with. At the time of course, we had no idea how much having that freedom would change us. Just the possibility of meeting people we could talk to without fear of judgement or ridicule was what helped me sell ♀ on the idea of joining. We have met many such people, but our friendship with Lord & Lady Batsu has evolved into something more. Maybe it’s because they always make us feel so welcome or maybe it’s because their connection seems to be every bit as strong as ours or maybe it’s because LB is a big strong teddy-bear and ♀ has a serious weakness for a man like that…nah, it’s probably one of the other two reasons.

 

Anyway, our day hadn’t started off very well. She woke up with a migraine headache shortly after I got home Saturday morning. She took drugs and was able to back to sleep, but I stayed up late so I wouldn’t disturb her. She had a couple hours work scheduled and the plan was I was supposed to be packed and ready to go when she got home. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans..Because I went to bed late and there was no one in the apartment, I was still asleep when she got home. ooops.

 

We still needed to have showers and shave various body parts and pack so it was quite late before we left. There was no lineup at the border, but we stopped for beer and wine and a few groceries and condoms and then we went into a love shop and paid to much for an awesome vibrator (I’ll review it later) and so, yeah, we were about four hours later than we said we’d be.

 

But all was forgiven as soon as we arrived. LB & lbj looked great. They were both on their 22nd smoke-free day, lbj had lost weight and seemed to be a bit more mobile. We had pizza and beer for dinner and there was lively conversation and lots of laughs and we both so enjoy being there.

 

Lady Batsu still doesn’t have much stamina so when it’s time to sleep…it’s really time to sleep. While LB was tucking her into bed we got dressed. ♀ wore her shiny black corset with the red fuck-me shoes we bought in Vegas…she looked so hot. I had on a frilly black baby-doll and panties…very cute.

 

Lord Batsu escorted us out to the play-space and holy fuck….when we first played there the space was just a corner of a garage that had been cleared of all the other typical garage stuff. OK, maybe not all that typical, but you knew you were in a garage. When we saw it just before Christmas the dungeon was under construction and there was no play space at all and it was hard to imagine playing there again anytime soon. But now…as I said…holy fuck! The lighting and colour and music and heat and toys… It has been an amazing transformation.

 

LB wanted to chat before we played, so chat we did. We talked about how our friendship has grown and what that might mean to the sort of future play we could have. We talked about what has worked well and what we might consider as we move forward. We talked about how a hard rule that LB & lbj have sounds like the same hard rule ♀ & I have, but it’s really not. We also talked about how what I write here on this blog has had an impact on LB & lbj in their community. I say ‘their’ because even though we are good friends and we’ve been to a WHACK Munch, I don’t feel like we are part of that community. At least not right now…not in the same way we feel part of the Lounge community.

 

Here’s the thing…everything we have done at Casa del Rudy has been done with the full knowledge and consent of Lady Batsu. They don’t keep secrets from each other and either do we. Even though lbj doesn’t actually play with us she sees our outfits, LB takes tons of pictures (and sometimes video) and we talk at length with her about the scene afterwards, she’s involved as much as she could possibly be. Everything I have written about our adventures at Casa del Rudy has been true, but how you, the reader, interprets that truth might be different than how we, the four people who were actually there,  see it. I think that’s called ‘good writing’ and I think that’s why 1000+ people will read this post today.

 

Even though the visit was wonderful and the space looked amazing and our talk will (I believe) have a very positive affect on future play, our scene that night did not go very well. We all seemed to struggle with getting into the zone. I almost fainted trying suspension bondage. They got me down in time, but it sure took the lead out of my pencil.  After the room stopped spinning, LB put me on the St. Andrews Cross and ♀ gave us both blow jobs. OK, yeah, that was hot!…

 

 

 

Then he put her on the gyno table and he went from being excited to making the scene work. ♀ thought her period had ended the day before, but when things got going there was some blood. I’m sure LB didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something we’d discussed with him before-hand and it was a distraction for ♀.  My shoulders aren’t as messed up as ♀ are and I know BDSM isn’t supposed to be comfortable, but I was really starting to ache. I didn’t want to be the one to stop the scene a second time so I toughed it out. Eventually, ♀ had a small orgasm, but it was a lot of work and we were all pretty much done by then.

 

We decided to just go home after. Not because the scene hadn’t worked very well, it was 1am and I wasn’t at all tired. I could have self-medicated, but they had family obligations in the morning and it just seemed easier to go home then. Oh, Lord Batsu is lending Jennifer a sex machine for her Exhibit of Sex Machines Night and he asked us to deliver it for him. I wasn’t quite sure what I would say to the border guard if he asked what the hell that was in the back of my Mini. Fortunately he didn’t ask.

 

And that’s what happened during our latest visit to Casa del Rudy.

 

HHNT,

♀ & sss

 

 

 2011 is going to be a year of major changes in our life and hopefully First Night at the Lounge will be a harbinger of an amazing year to come and not the one bright spot in an otherwise disappointing year.

 

We bought a shiny black pleather corset for ♀ to wear to the party and ♀ offered to let me wear one of her lacy white negligees (one of the few pieces of her lingerie that doesn’t require boobs to look nice). We also bought two doses of Forta for Women. Jennifer had mentioned it so we thought we’d give it a try. We weren’t expecting a new corset and a supplement to change her into a raging nympho, but we hoped it might help her tap into the sexual energy of the Lounge.

 

On Friday afternoon ♀ had a long soak in the tub. I shaved her legs, washed and conditioned her hair while we talked about how we hoped the night would unfold.  I thought she should take the Forta as we were leaving for the Lounge and in theory it would start working about the time we arrived. She thought she should take it much earlier. Her theory was that with so many people at the party it was highly unlikely that I’d be able to get wood even if we didn’t have sex before we left. So if the supplement helped her get aroused while we were still at home, we could make love and that would help her feel connected to me at the party.

 

She took the Forta and it had absolutely no affect, but we made love after I’d shaved her pubes and she was able to have a small orgasm. I did her hair, helped her into her corset and attached stockings to garters. She was going to wear shiny black pumps, but decided with so many people attending she might be spending a lot of time on her feet and the pumps are quite high so she wore her black boots. She looked gorgeous and I completely forgot to take pictures (sorry).

 

I’ve been trying for three days to capture that party with words and I just can’t do it justice. NYE parties, like Halloween are often expensive, drunken disappointments so we rarely attend such things. I think this was the best NYE party I have been to ever. Seriously, Jennifer and Jason put on a hell-of-a-show.  The food and music and energy were all spectacular. Want to hear something funny? Jennifer had put together a slide show (OK it’s probably not called that anymore, but you know what I mean) Anyway, there were a couple of hundred pictures of Jennifer and Jason and various Lounge members being their sexy-selves. Included in the set were all of ♀ pin-up photo’s and I had this WOW moment. We really are part of this amazing community. I just really felt it that night.

 

I couldn’t possibly tell you all that went on, but there are a few things that just need to be mentioned. There was a big burly man giving a flogger demonstration. He had a lazy-susan filled with various floggers/whackers/thumpers…Anyway, I remember the first time I saw Lord Batsu do caning and I was struck (hoho) with how rhythmic it was. The guy at the party took that to a whole new level. I saw for the first time, the artistry of flogging. The sight and sound of it was just mesmerizing.

 

Speaking of being mesmerized, another man gave a fire-play demonstration and it had a huge affect on ♀. I thought it looked cool (sorry, hot), but ♀ was absolutely spellbound. She really wants to try that.

 

 

The other super-duper completely unexpected and totally fanfuckingtastic thing that happened was we had our very first 3some. You will never guess who it was with. Seriously, try and guess and then click here. I bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?

 

It was after 3am when we got home and toasted in the new year. We fucked once more before we went to sleep and *pillow-talk* Amy fisted ♀ into a HUGE Big O while I was tied to a chair watching.

 

So like I said at the beginning of this post, I hope NYE is a sign of great things to come in the following year….for us and for all of you as well.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

 

 

 

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)

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

I admit that I’m not much of a traveler. In the nine years that ♀ & I have been together, I’m pretty sure I’ve never been the one to say, “let’s go…”

 

So for me to say Vegas has never been on my list of destinations, is really just a half-truth. I don’t have a list. I like being close to home. ♀, on the other hand, does have a list and Vegas has always been right near the top of it. The bakery will be closing in six months, my boss owed me a few days off, ♀ found a great package deal and I really didn’t have any great excuses for not going.

 

After Lord Batsu and I finished fucking ♀ senseless for the second time, Lady Batsu made us a hearty lunch and Lord Batsu drove us to the airport (thanks again, you two are awesome).

 

We picked the Imperial to stay at because the price was right and it was smack-dab-in-the-middle of the strip, not because we thought it would be luxurious. However, when we checked in (sometime after 11 pm) I told a little white lie and said it was our 10th anniversary. They upgraded us to the Love Nest suite. What made this suite special was mirrors above the king-size bed and also above the bath tub…the really big bath tub…

 

 

We had never stayed in a room with mirrors above the bed before (or above the tub either) and I must admit it was fun finding positions that were visually entertaining. For instance that first night ♀ wanted to watch herself get fisted. Keep in mind that it had only been about 8 hours since Lord Batsu and I had taken turns fisting her. She needed a long soak in the big tub when we were done.

 

We arrived late Sunday night and left early Wednesday afternoon, so we really only had two full days. Three would have been better. Not that we could do and see everything in three days, it’s just I don’t think my senses could take much more than that. We did a lot of walking, shopping and fucking. There was some eating and sleeping and a little bit of drinking and gambling.

 

Some of the hi-lights were…the sexy red shoes and red corset we bought. I had the best Manhattan I’ve ever had. We had deep-fried dill-pickles at BB Kings Bar & Grill (those Americans will deep fry anything). Going up the Eiffel tower at night was cool. The living statues scared the hell out of ♀. I loved the rare book store ($6500 for a first edition of the Cat in the Hat).  Zumanity was fucking amazing. We had never seen any Cirque Du Soleil shows before and wow. We didn’t get to sit on the red couches, but we did have front row seats and I think that was the best live show I have ever seen anywhere. Seriously, it was even better than my kids grade 1 Christmas concert.

 

Do you read HyperSexualGirl? She’s a young woman living in Australia and before that she was a stripper in Las Vegas. She sent us a very nice email with lots of suggestions of places to go and things to see, but we never even left the strip. I’m keeping that email though because if when we go again she had lots of great suggestions. We had planned on going to see some strippers, but the closest we got was this place…

 

 

The first day we walked in one direction along the strip and the next day we walked the other way. Unfortunately we left Caesars Palace (it was right across the street) until the very end. I would have liked to spend some more time exploring there. We did have a nice meal at Rao’s and I copped a feel on the way out…

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

In about seven weeks SSS will be celebrating its 4th bloggeversary/blogday. Whatever you want to call it, four years is a very long time for a blog to be around. Some might suggest it’s been to long, but I still enjoy blogging and we’re still learning and life is still evolving.

 

You know what’s cool? Even after four years we still get new readers.  Harry Humper left us a comment recommending this very Libido Lounge-inspired video.

 

 

You know what else is cool? The traditional 4th anniversary gift is Flowers and the modern 4th anniversary gift is Silk. And that means LINGERIE!!!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

♀, Christina & I were out shopping a couple of months ago and one of our stops was La Vie en Rose. If you’re unfamiliar with the name, it’s a chain of lingerie stores. They definitely cater to skinnier women, but we’ve found a few things there before and Christina had never been and they were having a panty sale so we went in.  I guess we were in the store for close to an hour. ♀ tried on a few different bras. I’m good at going back to get a different size when she’s in the change room and she trusts my opinion on what looks good on her. Eventually we  found two bras she liked. We picked out matching panties for her and a few pairs for me. We took our time going through the store…found some ‘maybe next times’ and lots of  ’oh that’s pretty, but it would never fit either of us’.  I don’t think we were being really obvious that we were shopping for both of us…not that that should have mattered to anyone.

 

♀ was still browsing around while I went to pay for our stuff. There were two cash registers on opposite sides of a little island in the middle of the store. There were two or three women in line on one side and Christina was paying for her stuff on the other side so I stepped in behind her. The cashier finished with Christina then told me her till was closed and I would need to get in line on the other side. I was a little put off, but maybe she was leaving for her break and besides we weren’t in a big hurry.  So I got in line and a couple of minutes later another woman got in line behind me and the cashier with the closed till said to her, “I can take you over here.”  I was next in line so didn’t make a fuss, but I was sure thinking ‘what a bitch.’

 

When we got in the car I asked Christina if I could see what she bought. She handed me the bag and her purchases were neatly folded and wrapped in tissue paper. My purchases…just tossed in the bag. I really felt like these two cashiers treated me badly because I’m a guy. It’s not like I was just hanging out there by myself  leering at women and making them feel uncomfortable. I’ve seen men being asked to leave the lingerie section of department stores for doing that. I know that some women don’t like men to be there so I try extra hard not to be ‘creepy’, but there was no reason for these two employees to treat me like that. 

 

Speaking of pretty lingerie…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I wanted to get her a custom made corset from Lace Embrace, but we were in a second-hand store last week and she found a complete 6-place setting of the Royal Albert china she’s been collecting since high school. I must confess, I don’t really get it. She’s only used what she had once or twice in the eight years we’ve been together, but she was happy and that’s what counts.

She now has some duplicate stuff that she wants to sell and she says we can put that money towards a new corset. So if you or someone you know is interested in a few pieces of fine Royal Albert China: Lavender Rose,  just let us know. Please.

 

sss

You’ll never guess what I did at 4 am today…I hopped a fence and went skinny dipping in the hot springs. It was so nice having the whole place to myself. I was sorry ♀ wasn’t there with me, but we’d had a difficult night and besides I’m not sure how we would have explained both of us wandering around outside to the woman at the front desk. I explained what 30 years of night shift does to a person and told her I was walking down to the beach. We decided to spend a second night here so I was able to sleep in a bit. It was nice.

♀ called her dad…and cried…former sister-in-law….and cried…Junior …and cried. It’s understandable, of course.  Besides having a child together, he’d been a part of her life since high school. A big part of why she’s upset right now is how this had hurt Junior, but eventually she’ll need to come to terms with her own issues.

We tried making love a couple of times, but she couldn’t find her mojo (hardly surprising) she offered to give me lovin’ (she’s so great), but I told her no. We did get naked and lay on the bed just touching each other for a while. I don’t know if being a sissy has anything to do with it, but I really liked just doing that.

♀ put the butt plug in me and we went for a stroll down to the lake in the late afternoon sunshine. There was no beach to speak of, but we found an old boat launch that was nice and private and took some pictures. When we got back we went for another dip in the hot springs.  First we went into the caves, which are quite hot. Right beside them is a very cold ‘stream-fed’ pool. ♀wanted me to go in…at first I refused, but then she said she’d fuck me with the ‘Feeldoe’ so in I jumped. After that we went into the big pool. It’s a little cooler then the caves, but still very nice. We spent most of our time fondling each other and making comments about the women in the pool: cuteness, nice boobs, fat asses, odd tattoos, interesting bathing suits, the dynamics of the couples we saw…the list is endless.

When we got back D called to say we have a done deal on the apartment. Yippee!

I braided her hair and laced her into her corset. She hasn’t worn it for several weeks. The dress she wore to dinner wasn’t fancy, but wow the corset made her look uberhot even in a plain dress.  The waiters seemed to be making lots of trips past our table. Unfortunately, we had a waitress and the service was terrible. I think she was jealous.

After dinner we went back into the hot springs. We found a relatively quiet corner in the caves and made out until ♀ got over heated. We went into the big pool and ♀ sat on my lap and teased me. It was all light and playful until I felt a big warm gush. She was peeing on me!  I love it when she pisses on me, but for her to do it there…well fuck! It made me really really excited. She could feel how hard my cock was getting so she turned around and asked me if I wanted to fuck her right there in the pool with all the people around. I told her I did, but I thought there would be a lack of lubrication in the water. The pool was still quite crowded and lots of people were sitting on other peoples laps so that didn’t attract attention.  The mineral water is murky so nobody could really see what was going on. She kept necking with me and playing with my nipples and fiddling with positions and then holy doodle, I was inside of her. There were people all around us and she just bounced lightly up and down on my cock. It was so freakin’ exciting. After about 10 minutes they announced it was closing time and people needed to get out of the pool. It was pretty clear I wasn’t going to be able to come with that kind of pressure and I was going to need a few minutes to settle down so she got off me and we composed ourselves. Even though neither of us had an orgasm, it was an intensely exciting experience.

When we got back to our room, we had a shower and shaved the various body parts that needed shaving. When we got out she told me to kneel on the bed and she brought out our new flogger. She beat me for about ten minutes; lightly at first, then harder and harder. By the time she stopped, my ass was on fire and my cock was rock hard again. She lay on her back and I entered her easily. Then spread my legs like a good sissy. I bit her lip while we were kissing and she slapped my face. She reminded me that only she is allowed to inflict pain and unless she says otherwise she expects me to kiss like a girl…gently. She told me what a bad boy I was for fucking her in the pool and how I would have been punished and publicly humiliated if I’d been caught. It didn’t take long for me to come.

By this time, ♀had found her mojo and really needed an orgasm. So we continued with the pool fantasy while I fingered her come filled cunt. A strapping young boy had been watching us and knew what was going on. He edged closer to us and when he was sitting right next to us he slipped his hand down into his own bathing suit. I was unaware of his presence, but ♀ locked eyes with him and licked her lips in the most seductive way, encouraging him as she bounced up and down on my cock. When all three of us were very close, the strapping young boy grabbed me by the hips and lowered me onto his lap with ♀ still impaled on my cock. He didn’t enter me, but he grabbed ♀ breasts with his big strong hands, pulled her to him and kissed her like a real man with me sandwiched between them. That one image is what did it for her and she had a long intense orgasm.

Yeah, it was smokin’ hot! But I haven’t forgotten she owes me a <Feeldoe> fuck.

Hey, if you’re going to be in Vancouver on June 19th you might want to check this out. I’ll be a busy baker that night so I can’t attend, but ♀ might be there in <her new corset>.

EVENT	BURLESQUE VIRGINS
TYPE	Fashion – Vancouver
DRESS CODE	lingerie – pin up style – vintage attire
WHEN	Thursday, June 19, 2008  9:00 PM – 2:00 AM
LOCATION	Gorg-O-Mish Afterhours Club Vancouver BC, 695 Smithe Street, Vancouver BC
MIN. AGE	19+
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