Building like beavers
“I brought my tools. And I love building shit baby. You know that.”
As soon as Maestro said that I got a little bit wet. A lot wet. Sticky drippy wet because that means more bondage toys for us. Last night on my stomach, with all of his 6’2 weight pressing on my back and his fully hard immense cock deep in my pussy, (and then in my ass), I saw the pink cord we bought for the spreader bar. You can buy a lot of these toys, but it’s more fun to make them. More accurately – plan on how to make them. The planning and the talk is the turn-on. Discussing positions, dimensions, and measurements. To people in the hardware store, we could be building kitchen cabinets and not new ways to make me howl. (I talked about the barnyard animals before, right? Well last night I was a full moon werewolf possessed.)
Right now I’ve still got cum dripping down my chest. It puts me in the mood for writing. I had to wash off my face first though. Lesson #1 that I learned the second time I gave head is to close your eyes. You don’t want cum in your eyes. Mouth is OK, for me anyways. Call me strange, but I’ve always like the taste of cum.
“You won’t be able to get out this. It’ll be better than handcuffs. Been planning it all last night.”
My train of thought keeps getting interrupted with his spreader bar-building commentary. This is how we spend our mornings now. A morning fuck with the sunrise casting shadows like fuck puppets on the wall. Providing more inspiration for the next set of shibari photos. He’s deep in concentration now trying to figure out the right size loop for my ankles, and wants me to try it out. It’s a simple, yet elegant design, he said.
So here’s what we discovered after a trial run. He fixed a few things to make it more comfortable around the ankles. I also did a number of tests to make sure I can get out by myself, and he assembled a bar the same way for my arms. Which is great if you don’t have a headboard on your bed frame or something else for arm restraints. I was limited in my arm movements from left to right with the bar under my neck (note – keep a pillow under your neck, especially if there’s going to be a lot of weight on your upper body – which I love!). To keep my arms up, we tried to tie the leg bar to the arm bar, but just on one side. This is important for safety. That way I could always reach my right hand to my right ankle (my dominant side) and release myself if necessary. So more things to test there. And I want to strengthen my core muscles and keep my flexibility up. Another reason to keep up those exercises at my age! And drink lots of water. I started to feel my foot cramping just a bit as I kept pulling against the bar. Believe me, I can’t get enough energetic and hard sex with Maestro, but you need to be in decent shape and take care of yourself to keep it up.
In the spirit of trying something new every day, I asked to be blindfolded and gagged at the same time. This was a weird ask for me because I’m a bit of a screamer (well, a lot) and intimacy through eye contact is the best. I can’t take my eyes off him, so being blindfolded is like denying me pleasure, and being gagged is denying me a pleasure release valve.
