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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--"


"--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.


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.



Nov. 14th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
John does not love a real person. He can't. He doesn't know her. He "loves" a character in his head that he has created based on her books. His character might be remarkably similar to the real person, but he does not, in fact, know her.

Given the right circumstances, it might grow into a real love. But without having spoken to her even once, he does not *know* her, even as much as anyone can "know" anyone else.
Nov. 14th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
Yes, you're right -- I wasn't clear enough about that. Really knowing a person takes years of *good* communication. All this long process of "getting to know someone" is, in fact, creating a character in our head, based on all the information we are given. As time passes and we have more and more information, we update this "model" or "character" based on new evidence, and it gets closer and closer to reality (although, as Franklin wrote somewhere, even after many years we still can have a remarkably wrong model).

What I meant is that John's crush is just as valid as any other crush -- of course the information he has is extremely limited, but so it usually is when one only falls in love! He himself understands that there are many ways in which he could be wrong about her; problem is, he doesn't have access to information that might change his current evaluation. He can't get to know her. And what he knows so far blew him away.

My point was that it takes a lot of information to understand that his particular crush is not a sign of immaturity, or other psychological problems that come to mind when one first hears about it. That's why he's so shy about it -- he doesn't want to create a false impression.
Nov. 15th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
A better understanding of himself and what a "crush" is and is not would be much more beneficial to avoiding creating a false impression than simply not talking about it at all.

Fans often admit their crushes or admiration of celebrities and it's not considered creepy. As long as John understands that what he feels is an admiration for a person that he *does not know and might not turn out to be who he expects*, his admission of his crush might even *prompt* a meeting which could turn into the realization of his limerance.

So, once again, communication and honesty (including and especially with oneself) is still the better option, particularly with paired with an education and understanding of the human condition.
Nov. 16th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)

Fans often admit their crushes or admiration of celebrities and it's not considered creepy.

From what I heard, it usually is. Considered, I mean. Admiration -- no, but a crush -- yes. Either creepy, or immature/silly, or both. But you're right nevertheless... I just understood something: the habit of being brutally open about intimate things pushes you to be who you want to be. Because if you have that habit, and then you feel ashamed about sharing something -- you start digging into the sources of that shame, and either find a legitimate cause, a problem that you should deal with, or an irrational fear that you drag out to the light and fight head on. Either way, you have no choice but to eventually become confident and at peace with yourself -- and then to work in order to keep that peace.

You know what I really like about you, Shara? You just don't let go :-) If you disagree with something, you just hammer on it until understanding is reached. I think that it is totally awesome!
I can't remember when was the last conversation that changed my mind about something important. This one has. Moreover, unlike some other times, I think that my actual behavior is going to change as a result :-) (although that will require some willpower and courage on my part... and I'm also sure I'll be hurt quite a few times). But it's worth it. You're right. It's all worth it.

Thank you,

P.S. I agree 100% about the need to protect other people's privacy, of course...
Nov. 17th, 2008 02:01 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you're appreciative - it occurred to me a couple of posts ago that my constant responses could be viewed as badgering you, and I meant to say something about it, but I forgot. It's just that this is a complex concept and not easy to get across in a few journal posts. It's much easier in a verbal dialog when you can add vocal inflection and body language, and also to respond immediately.

Yes, I think you've found one of the main reasons why brutal honesty is so important - it's not just honesty with others, but honesty with oneself. It's very easy to lie to oneself when you're already in the habit of lying or hiding to others. When you make yourself be honest to others, you can't hide from yourself. Either you will see yourself, or someone else will and point it out to you.

That's also one of the benefits to polyamory (or a good, trustworthy, honest social circle) - it's harder to hide from additional pairs of eyes.

As tacit has said before, being a secure person takes practice, just as being insecure takes practice - we just don't always realize that we're "practicing" our insecurities. So yes, it will be difficult at first, and you will get hurt. But I've found that we get hurt anyway. The hurt is merely what happens in between the good stuff :-)