Power Exchange

Rigid anal hook in, spiked breast press on - it is like an art work! 😈

Mistress @owner-of-pet-chrissy often has had me do writeups of our playtimes and post them for everyone's pleasure and my embarrassment, but so many of the posts were lost when my blog was terminated (twice).  Mistress has asked me to post one a week so they can be spread again, this was from November 2022.. x

My Mistress loves to push me with intense playtimes then further embarrass me by having me write down what happened.  We just had another playtime last week that She wanted me to share..    I had mentioned that I hadn’t been outside in my trench coat in months, so She decided since it was a beautiful fall day I should go out.  I immediately got nervous when She had me get dressed in a black bra, panties and garter belt with stockings, especially since I’m almost never allowed to wear panties..  She had been teasing me all morning, including having me only pee in a bucket after I got Her permission.   I wanted to pee now but when I asked She said NO.    Uh oh..  I put my princess plug and the lush in, then She had me add ben wa balls too and pull up my panties.  I was feeling full when things got serious. A crotch chain over my panties trapping the toys in, padlocked tight and my play collar padlocked on my neck.  Her crop was tied to my collar dangling down my front then She had me put on my boots and trench coat, grab my mild nipple clamps and car keys and I was out the door.   Of course the keys to the padlocks were left at home..  

She suggested that we go to a nearby park, I was relieved since I was half expecting to go to the mall or something.  When I got there I felt even better since there were only a couple of other people there, on the far side. It was about 50 yards to a bench and my confidence was building as I made the walk.. but then She started sending patterns to the lush.  The next half an hour was a blur as She had me doing more and more challenging things while allowing me a few orgasms only when She said okay: opening my coat except for the belt, acting like I was looking for something on the ground, reaching inside my coat and lifting my breasts out of my bra. The most intense part was when She had me reach in, push my panties to one side and attach one of the clamps to my pussy lip, feed the chain through the slats of the bench and attach to my other lip. I had to keep my hands behind my head while chained to the bench by my pussy and cum for Her..  About now I was needing to pee and I mentioned it to Her. She told me to just go ahead, that’s when I really started begging and pleading for Her to let me pee at home, we are so close.  Finally Mistress agreed, told me to remove the clamp from one side then reattach it so it dangles and we walked back to the car.  Of course when we got there She said that She might have left something at the bench and I should walk back and check..  

If you’re a denial slut of any kind, be it long- or short-term, male or female, whatever… buy this stuff. I cannot possibly recommend it anymore highly.

Orajel is a topical ointment meant to go in your mouth (ie a mucus membrane) to deaden the feeling of a canker sore or a tooth ache. It is 20% benzocaine, which is the highest amount of benzocaine available over the counter. It’s meant to go into (ahem) watery places, and though it tastes a bit odd (yes, I did buy it for my mouth actually LOL), it doesn’t cause any pain at all.

The other night, I was playing with myself, getting dangerously close to orgasming. I was having a very difficult time pulling my hands away so that I could go to sleep. I was genuinely worried that I would frig myself in my sleep, and cum, because I was That Close. Then my eye ran across the little tube of orajel…

I squirted a bit onto my finger, about as much as I used on my tooth, and then reached down and rubbed it into my clit. I was braced for a burning sensation, or discomfort, but there was none. I was rubbing and it felt soooo good, and I was thinking, “Oh well, that didn’t work,” when it kicked in. It took about 30 to 45 seconds before the numbing truly took ahold, and I will say, it was a wickedly deep numbness.

I lay there in bed, still idly flicking my now-numb clit, contemplating the juices puddling under me and how fucking horny I was. I pressed down hard, thinking that perhaps that would bring back the yummy edginess, as it had in the past. Nope. Nothing. I tried using a vibrator. Nada. I used my best vibrator. Zip.

I went to the bathroom, and despite it feeling a bit odd because I couldn’t feel the top part of my vaginal area, I had no difficulties at all. Note to those doing this - if you have genital piercings, make sure they’re all where they ought to be - with this stuff rubbed in like I had it, I didn’t notice that my clithood piercing was poking out and twisted until I got upstairs. Luckily nothing was damaged, and I was able to just rearrange the hardware, but I can definitely see how that could be problematic if you weren’t paying attention.

After I went back upstairs, I putzed around for a few moments, then gave another experimental poke at my clit. Still no sensation at all. In fact, my juices had made the benzocaine spread around a bit, and so pretty much everything around the area was completely numb. It stayed that way for a long time (over an hour).

While I wasn’t feeling the physical horniness from direct stimulation, let me tell you, that was fucking amazingly wet-making. I was not one shred less horny because the tingling went away, and the “pressure” of unrelieved arousal certainly didn’t go away. If anything, I felt MORE pressure, more need to get relief, and the sure knowledge that there was no chance in hell I was going to.

He pulls out his cock, soft, and motions me over to the couch. I match the last pair of socks and sigh inwardly -- to him, I smile.

"You mind?" he asks. "Just 'til the game is over."

I glance at the tv. Second quarter.

"I... how long is that?" I ask. "I was going to finish my chores and read for a few minutes..."

"An hour or two. But if reading is more important than our relationship--"

"No, it's fine," I say. "I'm sorry."

I take his cock in my mouth, my nose pressed close to his belly. He settles back, breathing out a long sigh.

"I'm so glad you're into this," he says. He turns up the game. He takes a drink. "It's incredibly relaxing."

"Mmphf."

"Little deeper, please. That's perfect."

He calls his friend, talks about hitting some balls at the range. Ice cubes clink in his glass. He laughs about something on his phone. The minutes crawl. My jaw aches. I cannot imagine how -- how -- he can get hard again but inevitably he does.

When you want to surprise a girl with the thing she hates more than anything else in the world, you have to make sure she's 100% immobilised -- restrained so she can't even squirm, can't move any part of her even an inch

so all she can do is scream 🌸😇