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There is little better way to begin an evening than at a very nice, if somewhat pricey, restaurant a short walk from dayo's apartment. One very delicious (pasta with mussels1 and clams, yum!) later, we headed back with happy tummies to her place, where some very nice vodka2 awaited.

And then, the kink.

One large roll of pallet wrap, two wicked sharp knives, a box of latex gloves, one small silver bullet vibrator, eight floggers3, and a giant-sized container of KY make for a very lovely evening indeed.

The floggers made the evening's appetizer. "Strip." I pushed her down onto the air mattress and stood behind her. A light, not too thuddy flogger for the opening, followed by two slightly heavier floggers simultaneously for a bit more of a warm-up, then a new, quite heavy flogger she had not yet deflowered for a bit more sensation...

Her backside was still slightly bruised from the previous evening in the dungeon, so it didn't take long to have her squirming.

After the appetizer, the pallet wrap. Pallet wrap is awesome for quick, easy, no-wait bondage; a few turns around her arms and body had her arms firmly bound to her sides. "It feels like being hugged," she said.

One quick push had her flat on her back on the mattress. The interesting thing about having your arms immobilized at your sides is that you can offer very little--for which read "no"--resistance to being manhandled around, and when you're toppled over, you tend to go down quickly. "Whuf!"

I was on top of her in a flash, and entered her roughly. Her hands were free, poking out from under the pallet wrap, but she was quite unable to move aside from that...in effect, allowing her only enough freedom to help me take her, but not enough to resist.

"I'm going to come now." There's something that's just really fun about telling her that while I'm on top of her, pinning her down, looking into her eyes. "Take it!"

There's something even more fun about doing it more than once. Arms wrapped tightly around her, feeling her heat against me, answering the heat inside me...it's intoxicating, and powerful. Three hard orgasms later, and I left her without warning, and watched her squirm on the bed.

"Quit pouting." Pulling on a rubber glove. "You'll get what you want soon enough." Probing with the tip of one finger. "My goodness, you're wet. I bet I could do this without any lube. But--" picking up the tube--"I like you squishy."

My hand went in with no resistance at all. Normally, it takes a bit of work to get it fully inside her. Normally. Not tonight.

"Oh, my god!"

"Yes." Pushing the bullet into her fingers. "Use this."

"You're in deep!"

"No, that's not deep. This--"

"Nnngh!"

"--is deep."

Some time later, when she was limp and sweaty and spent, and I had drawn my hand free and discarded the glove, we lay side by side and I caressed her hair. tongue and fingers running over breasts, through tight plastic. "You'll like this."

The tip of the knife, razor sharp, gliding over the curve of her breast bound and flattened by the pallet wrap.

"Oooh!"

Some folks like using dull knives for knife play. I do too, sometimes, but for dayoI have a curved, twin-bladed punch dagger sharp enough to slice a hydrogen atom free of an oxygen atom. Her back still carried a hair-fine tracery of faint white lines from the previous evening.

"Oh, that feels good!"

"Does it, now?"

A quick flip of the wrist and the blades sliced under the pallet wrap and out, cutting away a section of plastic film, revealing flesh, the underside of her breast. "And how about this?" Tips tracing along glowing skin, sheened with sweat, feather-light.

"Oh god!"

"Now hold still!" Blade slipping under cling wrap, slicing more free, tickling lightly over sensitized skin, following curves.

It took quite some time to remove the wrap, picking it apart and slicing it away bit by bit, chasing bare flesh with pointed steel.

"Oh! That was fun!"

"Time to put you to bed. And--" grinning "--I'm not finished with you yet."


1 I'm not quite sure what's up with me and mussels. When I was a kid, I had relatives living in Florida and New Jersey, so I was exposed to seafood from an early age. I've always loved things like crab, fish, scallops, and lobster, but for most of my life I've hated hated mussels.

Well, a few years ago, I developed a craving for mussels. Shelly and I went out to dinner, I ordered some, and they were mmm mmm tasty. I've loved them since.

2 One of the things I learned from serolynne is the difference between good vodka and bad vodka. There's a significant distance between the two. Good vodka is one of life's little treats. Bad vodka is like flaming battery acid with a chaser of ground glass.

3 Yes, eight. Why eight, you ask? Well, there's a reason that dedicated perverts usually have large collections of floggers. They come in a startling array of sizes and styles, and each produces a unique sensation. They're like spice to a chef; you can mix and match them to tailor just precisely the sensation you desire.

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(Anonymous)
Nov. 4th, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC)
It's not that simple. You, for example: remember that argument you had with dancingguy about compliments? You explained to him yourself, very convincingly, how if someone gives you a compliment about your body, you'll just lose interest. You won't run screaming; you'll lose interest. You understand that not everyone who does this has to be an asshole; you understand that there is a chance that such a guy might, for example, be actually very familiar with the subject of objectification and all, only that he strongly disagrees with you, and he tries to reclaim the idea of admiring someone's beauty without implied disrespect. But it doesn't matter -- because you and him are never going to have that conversation, and you're never going to find out who he is and why he believes what he believes -- because you're going to filter him out and talk to someone else instead. And you would be right to do so, too -- because life is short and we use our time to talk to people we like -- and so, inevitably, some people will simply not get a second chance.

And that's exactly what other people do to us. They filter us out based on little information; therefore, communication in an early stage is much more problematic. You just can't afford to send wrong signals. You're probably thinking now "But how can I send wrong signals if I'm being brutally honest?!" but this is exactly the catch: you can. It took me long time to understand this -- I'm also brutally honest by nature. What is important is not what you say or do, but how the other person interpretes what you say or do. You can mean one thing, but they'll hear something totally different. And then they'll filter you out -- not by who you are, but by who you are not.

And the areas in which such communication problems are especially prone to arise are: violation of accepted social norms; and/or: complex issues. Important, personal topics are often complex -- in the sense they take long time to explain right, and if you don't have that time, then you'll explain them wrong, and the person will have a wrong picture of you. So, yes -- the best thing to do is to "pussyfoot" around these topics, until you trust that the person likes you enough to agree to refrain from judgement until you are both sure that he understood you correctly. And this is not likely to happen in the beginning of a relationship.

If by this point you stopped seeing how this relates to discussing intimate things on the Internet, I can explain :-)
joreth
Nov. 4th, 2008 05:46 pm (UTC)
I am OK with the idea of other people filtering me out, even if I might be interested in them. It doesn't hurt my feelings to have someone not be interested in me, no matter what the reason. If they are going to dismiss me because he misinterpreted me, then he doesn't get me and we'll probably have communication issues in our relationship, should we ever start one.

The people I prefer to get involved with are people who get me, brutal honesty and all. There is nothing wrong with people not being interested in me. It doesn't hurt my feelings to have people think I'm ugly or bitchy or rude or any other subjective criteria. Therefore it's not a problem being this open and discussing intimate things on the internet, because I don't mind people not being interested in me - even when I'm interested in them. If they're not, they're not, and that's that.

Frankly, I can afford to send wrong signals, because I'm not afraid of being alone and I'm more interested in quality than quanity.

I don't tend to get involved with people I just met and who are more likely to misinterpret what I'm saying. I prefer to get involved with people who have been friends, or at least part of my social circle, for a while. Every time I do rush things like that, it blows up pretty spectacularly. If they are a friend first, they're more likely to have better tools for not misinterpreting me. If they're part of my social circle, they'll have more opportunity to learn that their original idea of me was a misconception as our social activities bring us into regular contact with each other.

So, for me, it still is that simple.
(Anonymous)
Nov. 7th, 2008 03:15 pm (UTC)
Congratulations to both of you with the results of your elections! (Well, OK, except for that California thing...)

On the point: you know what? I think you're right.
Well, OK, I don't 100% agree with that whole "If I'm trying to communicate and I'm being misunderstood then it's either their problem or just wasn't meant to be, but it's definitely not my problem" thing, but I like your approach much more than the "If a cool and smart person does not like me then either I'm stupid and not likeable or my communication skills suck" approach, which more or less describes my take on it...

An important thing I understood from this conversation is that this is what was in the back of my head the entire time; also, my fear of misunderstandings is way too big. This deal that sometimes two nice people don't understand each other, and the misunderstadning is never resolved -- it's part of life. I really have to take it easier...
joreth
Nov. 7th, 2008 05:44 pm (UTC)
Just a minor note:

I don't actually think "well, that's their problem" or "it just wasn't meant to be". First of all, communication takes two people, so it's not just "their problem", it's just that I don't make a big deal about it when things are early on, such as strangers or *potential* partners. If something is really important to me that I try to get a concept across, I will actually try a few times before I give up. I'm just saying that someone not liking me doesn't matter that much to me in the grand scheme of things.

If the relationship has already progressed to where they mean something to me, we've already gotten past most of the major hurdles like my brutal honesty or what I write on the internet, and they're not likely to just pick up and run over a misunderstanding without trying to talk to me about it first, where I'll have the opportunity to clarify.

I also don't believe in any "meant to be". So that helps a great deal with not being hurt when someone doesn't like me. I'm not saying it never hurts to be rejected, but it's not the end of the world. It's not even a lost day crying.

I do try hard to make people understand me, I will attempt to say things a couple of different ways when I'm trying to get a concept across. Take this conversation, for instance. But I also know, as you just pointed out, that sometimes people just don't get each other, and that's OK. There are 6 billion people on this planet. I don't have time for everyone, they don't have time for me. So someone rejecting me out of hand because they don't like something I said on the internet is simply one less person to take up my time only for me to learn that we're not compatible later on.

The sooner I find out we're not compatible, the better off I am, because that leaves me more time for those who *are* compatible with me, including the loved ones already in my life.

But basically, I think you're getting much closer to understand where I, at least, am coming from, and I think to where tacit is coming from, although I don't like to speak for him, as our views are not 100% exactly the same.