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There is something special in sharing someones first experience with something new. I have been on the receiving end of many first but not the other way around.

It’s a wonderful experience when you have a relationship with someone and you are able to experience a first time with them. It creates special memories and your able to use the new activity to explore new areas of play.

It was the last week in October on the Wednesday that Mistress Rose came over and taught PG how to pierce me. I remember that evening well and still have found memories of it. I was lying down on a make shift drop that we put together last minute. She was kneeling beside me and slowly started putting a couple of needles in my breast, instructions and pointing out tips as she was doing it. It was then PG first time to try, he followed everything that she mentioned and knowledge that he had and put the first needle in perfectly. After I had a few needles in by both of them, they started tormenting me until my breast were covered in them. I had multiple needles in me, ranging from single ones to crosses.

Since then, play piercing has become a semi-regular part of your play. PG has really gotten into it and I couldn’t be happier. It was a bonding experience for us and it was nice being able to share something I love with him. We’ve used all types of needles and as we continue to explore needle play together, it will continue to get more advanced and intense.

We are going to a local play party over the weekend and it will be our first time doing needle play in public together. I’m excited about it and it will be a new experience for the both of us. I know he will find a way to bring up the intensity (if needle play wasn’t enough). It’s these first and new experience that continue to help us grow and keep our play intense and hot. I think that’s important in any relationship/friendship or play relationship. Now if I could only get him into my hockey fantasy.

(with apologies to Boethius)

Written by PG:

Like so many human pursuits, kink can serve multiple purposes and carry multiple meanings. It can be purely sexual. It can have no sexual freight at all. It can convey respect. It can be solace. It can communicate sympathy. It can offer healing.

Some years back, a close friend in the scene lost his wife of several decades to cancer. I, along with dozens of other kinksters, attended her funeral. (We caused a few raised eyebrows from her banking co-workers who were also there. The wife had always accepted her husband’s kinkiness, but hadn’t been kinky herself).

About a week later, this friend came to a public kink event. Together with several other of his fellow perves, I thrashed him hard as he lay on a padded table. Now I’m a het male Top, so it clearly wasn’t sexual, at least for me. But it was deeply emotional and deeply meaningful. Unlike my typical scenes, this one was respectfully silent. Those of us who were not thrashing my friend were holding him, touching him, gently caressing him. It was an instinctive ritual we made up on the spot, to acknowledge his grief and to help drive it away, however temporarily.

About a year ago, Alpine and I played with a couple we both know and love (we’re looking at you A & L!) The scene involved me doing water bondage with L, the female half of the couple. But prior to doing that, I bound A & Alpine together, to keep them out of mischief. A is a bi male, so it was sexual for him to be bound by me. Not so for me, but again, it was rewarding and meaningful. It was a way of acknowledging the primacy of his relationship with L, instead of simply playing with her and ignoring him. It was a way of helping them strengthen their own ties.

In her last posting Alpine mentioned an injury she’s suffered. She and I are both grieved and stressed by it. We are accustomed to taking a fierce delight in one another, with her resisting me aggressively and me taking her just as insistently. This injury makes that impossible for the moment. We’re having to learn new ways of play. I tailor what I do to her now to maximize endorphin release for her while minimizing movement on her part. So it’s kink for alleviating pain as well as inflicting it.

In the years Alpine and I have known one another, we’ve weathered many crises; we will weather this one. The ties that bind us together are stronger than any rope or chain could ever be.

It was my partner and I, Christmas celebration, we decided to celebrate Christmas the Sunday before as we wouldn’t be able to send the actual holiday session together. I wanted to surprise him and try something that we have never done before.

Pony play has always been an interest for him and the more and more I started thinking about it and reading about it, I thought that this is something I could try. I wasn’t sure if it would be something that I would ,but I was willing to try.

I woke up early to make sure everything was ready, I prepared myself by giving myself an enema and shaving myself clean. I put on my classic boots, a black bra and left everything else completely naked. After spending some time cuddling and giving each other wonderful gifts, I excused myself. When I came down, I knelled down and told him that I think we should try pony play and showed him the horse hair anal plug that I put in. He was immediately excited and started to direct me on what to do.

At first, I did use my arms and tried to talk. However, after a gentle reminder, it became natural and I was able to let go and let him take me to where he would wish. He put a bit gag in my mouth and attached rope for the reins. He lend me around my empty living room and hallway, directing me on when he would like me to turn, move right or left and stop. After he trained me a bit, it was time to be whipped for being a good pony. He took his long, brown strap and slapped my ass continuous until it started to turn red.

The unusual thing is that I stayed relatively perfect still, I tend to move around a lot when we play but when I was in a ponygirl head frame, all I wanted to do was stay still and be a good pony.

The scene continued and we continued on. After the scene was over and the gag and buttplug was removed. I felt a surreal sensation and rested up and cuddled with PG. It took awhile to get back to my normal self, as I had to slowly get back to my normal self. It was a great first experience and I can’t believe how much I got into it. We didn’t use expensive equipment, wore hot outfits (although I wouldn’t mind that) and it was perfect. I’ll write more about pony play, as time goes on, but it was a wonderful first time and it’s something I will be exploring more as time goes on.

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