Alpine SubDreams

“… you are to apply an arc of five clothespins to each of your breasts, with the middle one on the nipple. They are to remain on fifteen minutes. But there’s a twist: At the end of that time, you are to flip a coin. If it comes up heads, you can remove the clothespins. If it comes up tails, you are to leave them on for a further ten minutes.”

Waking up Sunday morning, I opened up my e-mail to discover my task for today.  My morning was busy but the afternoon was free. I stripped, took out my clothes pins and got comfortable on my bed. The wooden clothes pins typically don’t hurt right away but as time goes on, the sensation does built and if they are on for a long time, it can get pretty intense (or if they are hit off). They were getting more sensitive as the minutes ticked away as I grabbed the coin. I ended up flipping heads on the coin and took them off as directed.

On other news, PG and I were speaking about creating our own personal D/s manual. I’m getting more excited about it and have started generating ideas for it. It will be interesting talking about it and exploring it more when he gets back.

It’s been awhile since I’ve done any anal play and looking back, I’m not sure why. I guess other play has taken over but it’s something that I enjoy. I’ve talk about it with PG but we haven’t gotten a chance to get back into it.

I opened up my first task yesterday, I had the choice of doing it either yesterday or today. Yesterday was busy with organizing, enjoying the sun and going out in the evening with S, which included some savoury Belgian beer. The task was:

…pick a size of butt plug you’re comfortable with. Do any foreplay that makes you relaxed and receptive. Once that’s done, you are to lie facedown, on the bed, Liberator, or mat, as you like. Gently insert the plug …You may cum at the end of this task, but not during.

I decided to start off with one of my smaller one. After some foreplay and keeping myself on the brick of orgasms, I put it in and cuddled up on bed while thinking about past memories of our time together, the feeling of the plug in my ass and about how hot it will be to be taken  again. The requirement was only to keep it in for 15 minutes but I kept it in longer. I went along with some other things that had to be done, checked out some websites and then finally removed it later on in the afternoon. By the time I took it out, I was soaking wet and couldn’t resist getting off with my Hitachi.

Looking forward to seeing the other tasks that are awaiting for me and getting back into anal play.

It’s in the early evening Saturday, the hockey game is on in the background and I have my heavy collar on which is connected by a chain to the table. There isn’t much slack available as the chain are simply metal ankle cuffs. PG e-mailed and checked in with a call to give me the tasks with all the details. I’m allowed to be on my laptop and I figured it would be a nice touch to write this as I’m locked in.

It’s proving to be a bit difficult as I don’t have much slack but having my movement and freedom limiting is powerful. I needed a sip of water but had to struggle to reach it. It was a challenge and next time I’ll remember to move the water closer.  I’m helpless and and can only move as much as the chain will until it’s time for me to be unlocked. All I can do is rest here, be on my laptop and think about him and the restrictions that I’m under.

I like being restricted like this. I’m forced to stay here for the full hour and if (which I haven’t) forgot and tried to get up, I would get a quick reminder of his control over me. I’m wondering what we are going to do tomorrow. I really want to try to play tomorrow in some form, if he allows it. I miss being treated like his slut, whore or whatever else he wants me to be. To be pushed, sweaty and fall over in exhaustion when the day is done. I know we will have to take it easy but hopefully if I’m good and present myself naked, collar on and in position when he enters, we will be able to explore what we can do during this recovery process. I believe I’m healed enough for some play.

Our D/s relationship comes very naturally but the most important and beautiful thing is that it’s not holding me back and actually makes me feel more free. If something is up, I can easily bring it up. It can be something as simple as I’ve had a tough day at work and I really would like to be bratty and feisty, he supports it and encourages me or it can be something more serious and he is there for me.

I would love to keep writing but my time is up and I have to get unlocked. It’s amazing how slow I write when I’m locked in and my movements are restricted.

“You are to use the bigger cuffs to lock your ankles up. Then a pair of hand cuffs to lock your hands together – in front of you. Then use one of the silver carabiner clips to loop the two chains together (the chains can be free to slip back and forth through the carabiner). You are to wear these chains for a minimum of ninety minutes. As always, time in, time out, thoughts and photos must be provided.”

That was part of the e-mail I received. I was instructed to open the e-mail when I had 2 hours of free time on Saturday or Sunday. I went out on Saturday to volunteer for MVK and didn’t have any free time until Sunday morning. After waking up and having some tea and fruit, I went to my computer to open up the e-mail from PG.

I was a bit surprised at first. I knew in the future that he would be incorporating handcuffs into my tasks. He had me try on the handcuffs to see if I could get out of them with keys on Wednesday but I wasn’t thinking that it would be so soon. The first part of the e-mail revealed where the keys were and an extra one was included just in case.

I put on the ankle handcuffs and locked them, put on the carabiner on the wrist cuffs, put those on and secured them. Trying to find a position that I could sustained was a bit difficult. After shifting around a bit, I found a comfortable position on my back with my legs up. I was able to substain that position without having the metal cut into me.

A lot of what I was thinking about is reserved for PG however I felt completely helpless and vulnerable.  The chains had his physical control over me. I felt secured and well loved.