Eternal Apprentice

Sex Camp 2008, a life-affirming experience.

When Ellie and I first got started in kink and BDSM communities we were blown away by the inclusiveness and the lack of judgment that we found.

There is a natural fear of rejection that one probably feels when presenting themselves in front of the local kink group for the first time. I was lucky that the guy in charge of orientation was one of my co-workers, but I imagine that not everyone has that experience.

Dark Odyssey Summer Camp took the feeling of being a part of a big kinky family several steps further for me.

The community system was quite nice. The “pre-camp” online community is a fully functioning personals site where you can contact potential play partners and arrange tentative “dates”. I felt like I was making good use of the site even though none of the “talk” turned into “action” when we got there, it was well worth the time investment simply because I felt more comfortable when we arrived. I recognized several dozen attendees by their profile pictures alone which set me more at-ease.

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When Ellie and I arrived we met a couple at the gates (I won’t name names, of course). Both of them were casually dressed, but I was immediately impressed by their friendliness (and the woman’s cleavage which I was lucky to see a lot more of throughout the weekend).

We set up the air mattress (kindly loaned to us by a local kink friend) and proceeded to christen the room with a delicious fuck. Having our naked cabin-mates (who we hadn’t even met by name yet) coming through the cabin to set up their spaces only turned us on more.

Walking around camp to get our bearings afterwards we checked out the dungeon/barn and the mess hall. On the way back to the cabin a man flagged us down and said, “Are you Ellie?” while walking timidly toward us.

Before Ellie could say another word he had his answer in his mind and continued, “I recognized your voice, I’m a huge fan of your podcast!” She was flattered and I’m pretty sure it was only the first of a couple dozen times she blushed that weekend.

Attending our first class I met my first Sex Camp crush. A beautiful young girl with the most precious voice told Ellie that she reads her blog after we introduced ourselves. My shyness took over, though. The entire weekend the most I could muster when I saw her was to make eye contact with her. It was worth the effort just to catch a glimpse of her pretty smile.

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to

Here’s the thing about camp. It doesn’t matter what kind of relationship you are in when you come to DO, you are going to have a dozen or more camp crushes. Resign yourself to it early and let the flirting begin.

Flirting was pretty much all I did, though.

My first DO was overwhelming. I wanted to go to two classes in each time slot so I had to make difficult choices about that several times a day. I chose a lot of “safe” classes, but learned a lot of really awesome stuff. Lolita Wolf’s “Kids Rule!” and Sarah Sloane’s “Service for the Novice Top” classes were great for Ellie and I. We learned a lot about ourselves and some minor hang-ups we still have about some of our play.

Bear’s “Theater Skills For Better Sex” was so much fun, and empowering. The class was only scheduled for 1.5 hours but I found myself wanting to spend the whole day talking with and learning with Bear (not to mention the making out that we had talked about on the message board).

By “safe” classes I meant only that I avoided some fire-play, new-age stuff, and hooks/needles.

Ellie and I co-topped a great guy named Neils for some light sensation play and orgasm control/denial. We feel like topping together as a couple will be a good way for us to play together and learn new skills together. Deciding on what skills we want to learn and who we want to mentor us is the hard part, though.

No regrets at all, it was the most amazing time.

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But wait, there’s more!

I have a ton of school work to finish up, so I’m posting this part now to get it out of my head. Expect part 2 before the weekend!

Ellie came back from class one day this summer and commented that there was a girl in her class she *knew* I would adore. She told me about Hania, a foreign student studying Linguistics. She’s strong willed, in-charge, passionate, beautiful, and amazingly intelligent.

Several days later Ellie organized an impromptu study session with Hania and a few other girls from class. I retired to my office as they arrived, knowing they had a lot of work ahead of them.

Hania’s voice echoed through the house as soon as she saw our cats. She bounded up the stairs and scooped a cat into her arms. She cuddled our little tabby prince and called him names that sounded both Russian and Middle Eastern at the same time. He was frightened, but calmed as she touched him.

Once the ladies were seated I exited the office and introduced myself. Hania was more magnificently beautiful than I imagined. She had lovely smooth medium olive skin, hair black as night, and large brown eyes. She smiled and greeted me warmly as I shook her hand.

I asked the girls if I could bring any of them a drink. They declined so I returned to the office.

I honestly tried to do my school work, but Hania’s voice was so lovely and distracting that I just sat mesmerized in front of my computer for more than an hour.

When they were done for the evening they made a second date to finish their assignment together. I bid them all goodnight while looking over Hania’s gorgeous body. She’s a lot smaller than the girls that I’m generally attracted to, but has lovely curves where it matters most. I touched her hand again as I said goodbye. Goosebumps crawled up from where we touched and flowered all over my body.

Once they were outside Ellie remarked, “What did I tell you?” “Wow! Just wow.” I said as I hopped up the stairs to kiss her.

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I connected with Hania on facebook just before they arrived. She had written me a message in Arabic that I translated (isn’t Google great). Once they settled in again at their computers for study time I came out and gave Hania a hug thanking her for translating my name into Arabic. I wrote it myself to show her. She made some minor corrections and gave me that lovely, warm smile again.

I was hooked. I wanted to serve her, do anything she wanted, just to be close to her, but I was trying to be cool and a little mysterious. I thanked her again and headed back into my office.

I listened intently to their conversation as it turned away slowly from linguistics to travel, and then to sex momentarily. Hania confided in Ellie that she had done phone sex work while she was in London a few years ago. Ellie and Hania instantly bonded. The conversation may have been making one of the other students a bit uncomfortable, though, because the topic changed rather quickly.

Before they left we invited them all to a dinner party we were hosting the following Friday. They accepted. Ellie and I were overjoyed.

Later that night I got a follow-up message on facebook that called me (and my cat) stunning.

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A few guest were already here by the time Hania and another classmate arrived. Hania was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and an amazing low-cut frilly top. Her breasts were literally spilling out all night. I was in heaven.

We ate, played Rock Band, and talked. Hania was the center of attention. One of my bisexual girlfriends commented to me in private that she was smitten with Hania after only talking for a few minutes with her.

Then disaster struck, the classmate that Hania rode in with had to leave the party early. Everyone, all at once, offered to take Hania home later (not knowing where she lived) if she wanted to stay. Luckily she stayed.

We laid around the living room, only four of us left around 11pm, talking about relationships and sex. Eventually the last guest aside from Hania left. We asked Hania if she wanted us to take her home, but she said she’d love to stay a while longer.

We talked and talked and lost track of time a little. At one point in a sleepy conversation Hania blurted, “I love threesomes”. She proceeded to tell us about her some of her favorite past sexual experiences.

Whenever our cuddly cat made his way between Hania and I we used it as an excuse to cuddle closer together. We were half petting the cat and half petting each other.

Around 3am we offered Hania our guest room. Ellie was nearly asleep at this point, so we showed Hania to her bed and hugged her good night.

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The next morning Ellie made breakfast and we all took turns showering. Hania looked amazing even without makeup. We revisited our short conversation from the previous night about rope bondage, and took her back to our guest room to show her our rope collection.

Ellie told Hania the she had been thinking about tying her up. Hania agreed that it would be an interesting experience.

I stood back and watched Ellie go to work on Hania with a corset out of Lee Harrington’s “The Erotic Bondage Handbook”. It was a simple chest harness that framed Hania’s assets beautifully. Taking a page out of Artemis Hunter’s playbook Ellie proceeded to dishevel Hania’s top exposing her pink lacy bra and the topmost edge of Hania’s dark areola.

Next, I tied Ellie to the wall and Hania and I flogged her a bit. Then, Ellie put me in a lightning harness (which she loves to show off).

Things started winding down and we offered to take Hania home, she agreed that it was probably time to go.

We chatted as we drove her to her apartment, and when we arrived there Hania invited us in and offered to make lunch for us.

After (a spectacular spinach, beef, and rice) lunch she showed us some belly dancing videos, first of other famous performers, then a video that she made herself.

Hania hasn’t stopped amazing either of us for even a moment as long as we’ve known her.

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Hania had a vacation planned, she was leaving the very next day to spend a month away. We all exchanged numbers and a promise that we would get back together as soon as she got back in town. We communicated sporadically with her while she was gone. We missed her and she missed us back. She told us that spending the night with us was like a lovely dream.

That was one month and three days ago now. The promise that we get back together when she returned has been fulfilled, but that’s a story for another post.

Ellie mentioned briefly over on her blog that we spent a night with Artemis Hunter and her amazing sadist-friend. She also mentioned the evening we spent at a demo followed by the most wonderful, laid-back play-party we’ve ever been to (not that we’ve been to many, yet).

The night spent with Artemis was extreme in a lot of ways (blowtorch, e-stim unit, violet wand), but the best thing about the entire weekend was how everyone made us feel welcome and desired.

Now, part of this feeling comes from us. We are in a very good, stable, loving place together and we’ve been very open with each other about what we want to do in play with each other and with new partners. However, the biggest kudos go to the wonderful group that put together the demo and those people that graciously invited us into their home with open arms.

…Where to start? I feel like starting at the end for mostly selfish reasons. First, I don’t want the post to be *too* long. Secondly, I had the most fun in the last 4 hours or so of the play-party. ;)

Artemis Hunter was definitely the guest of honor for the evening. We had arrived at the party a mere moment before she did. Things were tame. There was a very interesting conversation on the table about what it means in the “kink community” to have been properly apprenticed as a dominant. While that’s not my kink it was an intelligent discussion and I was pleased to be privy to it.

Artemis came in and the room got silent. She’s amazing in that she can hold people’s attention effortlessly. I know that it’s not without effort, she’s an amazing master of manipulation. It made me giddy just to be in her presence.

Off on a tangent there…

Artemis sat down in front of an overly excited, innocent looking (trust me, looks are deceiving) Maggie. Maggie asked in a church-mouse tiny voice, “Can I rub your feet?”, Artemis nodded.

I turned away to greet some newcomers before turning back to find Maggie’s mouth full of toes. She’s giggling and smiling in the seconds that it takes her to switch to the other foot. I leave the room to grab a drink, and come back to see Maggie is now shirtless practically gagging on Artemis’ lovely feet. I knew that it was going to be an amazing night as I watched the sexual energy in the room build and explode.

I retreated, feeling a little shy, to check out the dungeon. It was nice, very simple, but well stocked. There was a fantastic looking St. Andrew’s Cross, a lovely leather spanking bench, a medical examination table, and a piece of gym equipment (although the latter may have not been intended as BDSM equipment I can assure you that it was well loved).

There was a scene going on with a female dominant stripping her male slave and then slashing him repeatedly with a half-dozen implements of torture. I watched for a while noting her technique and then headed back toward the living room.

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There’s more to come, I have just become really busy as of late :P

Right when I was starting to think that Fetlife was a pretty awesome place the owner has come out of the closet, as a big asshole.

He asked a group on Fetlife if anyone wanted to be a “greeter” for the site. To be responsible for sending out an email or two to new users rather than a system generated message. We all know how much attention we pay to those.

Ellie, the outgoing and wonderful person she is, volunteered. The next day she received a message from the owner stating that he felt that there would be a conflict of interest between th duties of ambassador and the fact that she does phone sex. His exact phrase was “ethical dilemma”. He said that as the owner of the site he isn’t able to approach anyone on the site (??), and that if she messaged someone and they asked her to do a call with them she should turn them down.

I was reading through the (very funny) “Terms & Conditions” which has a 1% rule. According to John (the owner):

1% Of Your Action Belongs To Us

We have no clue how we are going to claim this but we want 1% of the action you are getting from this site. Yeah, you heard right. While we are working our asses off to grow FetLife you are getting action and we want 1% of it, damn it! We think it is only fair.

That could be taken any number of ways, but to me it sounds like he does want to dip into the honey pot.

Aside from all of that, he’s dealing with an active clientèle that is made up of regular users (with affiliate links right in their profiles), bloggers (with affiliate links on their linked pages), sex workers (pro doms, phone sex workers), and podcasters. The vast percentage of these users make *some* money by doing what they do. Isn’t it the dream of everyone to make money off of what they love? Is this akin to shitting where to live? No.

Does he think that Ellie is a predator, and that her only aim in an online community is to drag customers from it? Does he think that about everyone on the site, or just PSOs (phone sex operators) because he assumes that a PSO doesn’t enjoy her job or only does it for the money?

The fact is that Fetlife is a really good site right now. Most of the people on there are very friendly and open. We’re having good conversations and learning a lot about alternative lifestyles. Hopefully this was a case of him hitting send before thoroughly reading what he had written, and we can move forward from this having all gained a little knowledge from one another.

edit - Ellie received another email stating that the owner of the site had sent out similar requests/questions to other potential ambassadors. He also apologized that his original email could easily be interpreted negatively.

The future status of the seemingly hypocritical 1% Rule is still in question, though (if only by me and the lovely ladies that commented here).

Phone sex is an amazing way to make friends.

I never would have believed that statement until Ellie got into it. As you are probably aware, our blogs and other exploits have helped us make a lot of friends, but you’d be very surprised just how close a threesome can feel completely over the phone.

Last night we were in our office working on our own little projects. Ellie has a “listen to me get fucked” line that she logs-in to sometimes when we are both feeling frisky.

It was quiet in the office around 10pm when the phone started ringing. Ellie jumped up and headed for the bedroom, “It’s Eric.” she called out with a bounce in her step.

I got up to follow them a moment later and found that they were engrossed in their previous internet-based conversation. I thought for a moment and decided that I wanted to spank Ellie and tie up her breasts (it had been a while). I directed her to sit in the corner faced away from me. She chatted away sitting on the bed while I opened up our drawer of toys and started to unravel a length of blue rope.

I really love to kick start their conversations right into something nasty. It’s fun for me to feel like I’m in partial control of the phone call as well as being fully in control of Ellie when she’s bound up in front of me. I bent Ellie over and pulled her pants down. She gasped into the phone and told Eric exactly what I was doing. She had no idea about the leather paddle that I snuck onto the bed along with the rope.

I pulled Ellie’s panties aside to see how wet talking to Eric had made her. To this day I’m still surprised how wet Ellie gets when she’s on the phone. I described her juicy pussy to Eric over the phone and then without warning brought the paddle down hard onto Ellie’s bare ass.

She recoiled and almost dropped the phone from the sharp smack. While she was still in shock and half-expecting another spanking I took the opportunity to throw a length of rope around her torso. She moaned and smiled sweetly to me while describing to Eric the way I was tying her up. I started with a couple of loops around Ellie’s ample chest and realized that if I kept doing that I would run out of rope too fast. After a few such loops I decided that Ellie’s panties would only be in the way, so I pushed her onto a pillow and gruffly wrestled away her pink cotton panties.

I let Ellie know that she was to keep both hands on the phone unless I gave her other instructions, and also commanded her to suck Eric’s hard cock while I finished binding her. She moaned and started sucking her fingers. Hearing Eric’s muffled moans from my place behind Ellie he could have been 500 miles away or in the same room.

With Ellie’s panties off I was free to finish my rope-work. Making a loop from her chest to her wet pussy and back up to a knot I left in the center of her back I felt like I would have ample leverage from my vantage point behind her.

I had Ellie play with her wet pussy so that she would have something sweet to suck on while she made her noises for Eric. After she finished lubricating her fingers with her juices and the rope was pulled aside I went straight for her hot wet slit. She was so engrossed she didn’t even hear my clothes hit the floor. My cock was standing at full attention, and her pussy completely soaked with glistening come. I plunged my member into her from behind and slid right in up to the hilt. She half-shrieked into the phone and lifted her ass into the air. She knows exactly what angle gets both of us off the best, and went straight for it.

Since Eric was missing out on the view from the back I grabbed a cell phone and snapped a dozen pictures while I rammed Ellie’s spasming pussy. Ellie was begging Eric to come at this point so that I would let her. Amazingly, the intensity of the situation got the better of me and I pulled out spraying my load on the rope on Ellie’s back.

I snuck out of the room for a moment and listened to the two of them moaning at each other. My erection still jumping at every vocalization coming from the bedroom. By the time I returned Ellie was breathing deeply having fingered herself to a beautiful orgasm. I wish I could have seen the state that ecstasy left Eric in at that moment.

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Okay! Sex 2.0 is coming up very, very soon and I’m so excited to finally be able to show my face in public as a “sex blogger” and meet some lovely like minded people.

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Those words really rang true to me when I first met Ellie almost 2 years ago. As time has passed both of us have gained deeper understandings of ourselves while exploring each other. I think we’ve rubbed on each other so much that we’re rubbing off on each other as well.

These pics were taken over a year ago now by one of our very talented friends. It’s hard to believe that they have been sitting on our computers for so long when everyone involved is so proud of them.

The ropes made it easy to sit Ellie up in the middle of the bed. She instinctively leaned back to keep herself from falling forward. I grabbed ahold of the main knot in the middle of her back and tugged back to test the strength of the rope.

The chest portion of the harness was evenly distributed over the front of Ellie’s body. Three strands were coming across her breasts and two strands were tied from the back of her neck to her pussy.

I pulled back harder on the knot this time, she moved without my permission and I wanted to remind her silently that I was in control. I pushed her forward with the knot so that she would fall back onto the pillow. She began to fall and I tugged back on the knot, lowering her gently to the bed. I sat her up again and pushed her forward one more time, this time I held her fast and let her hover above the pillow.

I laid Ellie face down on the bed. She was breating hard into the pillow. I moved around her and sat down on the bed. My legs spread around her head, cock resting on the pillow.

I grabbed the heavy knot and pulled her toward me. She lifted up and opened her mouth for my cock. I pulled her closer and began using the rope to control the way she was using her mouth. I pushed away hard and let my swollen cock fall out of her mouth. Then, when she retrieved it with her mouth, I pulled her close and buried my cock in her mouth.

Sadly, we were interrupted at this point by something out of our control. When I came back into the room Ellie decided to play the brat and didn’t want to follow my commands. We wrestled around on the bed for a moment, then I forced her onto her stomach and spanked her until she calmed down.

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Ellie let slip that she bought me an early birthday present, nearly 200 feet of rope of various thickness, material, and color. We are both so excited. My birthday is well over a month away, but Ellie is impatient, so I think I’ll have new pictures within a week.

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them, this week starting with the letter “Q”.

• Queens and Holy Bitches (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com…)
• Removal Procedures (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com…)
• The Seduction (barelace.blogspot.com…)
• Sex in Libraries: An Introduction (lumpesse.com…)
• Shopping Trip (mnsss.blogspot.com…)
• Slave For A Day (talkingdirty.blogspot.com…)
• Smells Like Vanilla (sabrinainstockings.com…)
• “St (Censored) Day…” (chaosnoir.blogspot.com…)
• The Ten Commandments (theholidaylife.blogspot.com…)
• “This bed is on fire with passionate love.” - Part 1 (eternalapprentice.blogsome.com…)
• What Turns You On - Part 1 (seskuality.com…)
• You Own Me (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com…)
• Another Canceled Race (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com…)
• Chocolate Ecstasy (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com…)
• Coach T… Chapter 5 (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com…)
• Confessions of a Valentine’s Day Virgin (sexeteria.blogspot.com…)
• Domme Visit Part I (nycbdsm.blogspot.com…)
• Don’t… (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com…)
• Ex Libris Eroticis(sexblo.gs)
• How To Work With Eastern European Models (sugarbank.com…)
• Firsts (jundercovers.blogspot.com…)
• Free Spankings at the Dirty Show (tirepaddle.com…)
• Flirting (gentlygently.blogspot.com…)
• Gaijin (remittancegirl.com…)
• Happy anniversary, virginity. Happy Valentine’s Day too (realadultsex.com…)
• Happy Valentine’s Day (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com…)
• Her Favorite Color is Red… (everythingoze.blogspot.com…)
• Inspiring Sex Dream (seska4lovers.com…)
• Intention (tangysweet.blogspot.com…)
• Intimacy With Perseus (curvaceousdee.blogspot.com…)
• Je Joue Luxury Programmable Vibrator (spiritsex.blogspot.com…)
• The Joys of Sex Toys (omyfirstorgasm.blogspot.com…)
• Kinky Sex with Cake Icing (wetalksexblog.com…)
• KITKAST #1.16 - Contraceptive Week, Vivid and Kitkast 2.0 (kitkast.com…)
• Lady Olivia Outré (eroticandy.blogspot.com…)
• Last Night Jane Got A Pearl Necklace From Dick. (janeluvsdick.com…)
• Last Weekend Domination (sexinga.blogspot.com…)
• Let Me Make You Cum… (dirtygirlsthoughts.blogspot.com…)
• Lilly Thai (internetisforporn.com…)
• M and My Cock (v-boat.blogspot.com…)
• Mind Numbing Explosive Sex! (secretbrain.blogspot.com…)
• Now I know How Men Feel (damnjezebel.com…)
• The Night I Found the Exhibitionist in Me (nakedfella.blogspot.com…)
• Pansy Division (sugarpit.com…)
• Pixilated Nudity (tinastrangeworld.blogspot.com…)
• Prostitution on Second Life (sugarjoy.com…)

Valentine’s Day was wonderful, thanks for not asking, but I want to tell you about what Ellie and I did the next day.

Ellie was laying on the bed, flat on her stomach, reading “The Erotic Bondage Handbook” when I came into the room. She glanced over her shoulder at me. Her gesture was the, “get over here and fuck me”, look that I love so much.

I climbed up onto he bed and we started talking about bondage, she was flipping through the pages slowly, skimming for something interesting. She said, “You should tie me up sometime, soon, like now.” We laughed for a moment and I dove into our sex-toybox to grab our trusty 35′ of cotton bondage rope.

I decided, based on her position on the bed, that we should try a hog-tie. We flipped to the proper section of Jay Wiseman’s book and started reading the dangers of the position. After reading the section we noticed there were no specific tutorials for hog-tying, only a single artistic rendering.

We scrapped the book at that point and I did what I nearly always do. I started wrapping her ankles and then let the rope take over. We decided that a standard Hog-tie was not acceptable, I wanted more access to her body than it would give, so I decided to sit her up. I took off her T-Shirt from this seated position. Her breasts, always beautiful, tempted me to bind them again.

She always gets an exquisite look of innocence on her face as I tie her up. When I start moving her around and she notices how little control she has over her own body I can see her expression start to change to fear. She’s not scared of me, just scared that she’s given up control and she must rely on me for her safety.

I worked around her in silence, posing her on the bed so that I had complete access to her body. I placed her face down on the bed so I could work on the knots in the middle of her back. I made a loop from the ankle ropes to her shoulders. Then, brought the ropes down tightly around her pussy, and back up to the main knot in the middle of her back.

I only had about 12′ of rope to work around her ample breasts. It may seem like a lot, but breast bondage uses more rope than it would seem. I ended up with a pretty nice harness considering how little rope I had left to work with.

After I finished securing the harness I began testing my knots. I was astonished at how well the harness held her. Puttin one finger into the main harness knot, I was able to move her around with ease.

I pulled down gently on the knot and she sank down, her ass sitting on the backs of her ankles. I pulled up harder and she rose, she moaned as the ropes tightened around her pussy. I tugged gently and bent down to watch the ropes working their way into her pussy and ass like a huge g-string.

My face was close enough to her body that I’m sure she could feel my hot breath on her breasts. I lifted up her breast and had the overwhelming urge to smack them. I started gently and soon she looked into my eyes and said in a clear voice, “Green”. I was overjoyed to hear it, I was moderating myself a lot to strike her so gently and I really wanted to hit them much harder.

I turned her away from me, on her hands and knees. I started spanking her on the ass, swift strikes with my hands cupped slightly, so it sounded like I was hitting her harder than I really was. I began spanking her more deliberately, then paused randomly between strikes to heighten the anticipation. I finally stopped only when her ass was red and warm.

…To be continued…

Well, as they say, “A picture is worth a thousand words.” So if you are not already aware of my girlfriend’s blog, check it out! I go by the pseudonym “J” on her site.

Playing with rope is a lot of fun for both of us, and she has the most gorgeous breasts. I’m so glad we were able to get a picture that does her body justice (sorry for the quality of the image, my cell phone was the only camera nearby).

A quick note about my experiences with bondage:

Like many people I had experimented with bondage (blindfolds and fuzzy handcuffs) to try to spice up a bland love-life many years ago. After meeting Ellie (and reading up on bondage), my outlook on the entire issue has been revised.

Bondage, for me, is neither a lifestyle or some new sex toy to play with a few times and toss away casually. It offers something far more substantial and lasting than an orgasm, and requires preparation and thoughtfulness throughout.

That said, I will share our first Bondage (capital “B”) experience from my viewpoint.

We had talked about Bondage together, we read aloud to each other from guides like “SM101″, and we chatted openly about the kinds of things we were interested in trying together. Still, nothing prepared me for the feelings that surfaced the first time I looked into Ellie’s timid eyes while unwrapping thirty feet of black rope.

She had an excited look on her face, and I’m sure that I did too. My look hid a lot of emotion and introspection at that moment. I was nervous and shy again, like I felt on our first date.

I guided her over to the edge of the bed and had her stretch her arms out to me, wrists together, palms down. I put the first loop around her wrist, and I felt like a curious child, my mind racing with a million different ideas about how to wrap her wrists and what to tie them to. I lashed her wrists together and had her lie back onto the bed placing her beautiful legs together in the air.

The ropework kept flowing from me, and soon her legs and arms were bound together; she was nearly immobilized. I stepped back to examine my work and saw the most innocent look on Ellie’s face. I knelt down to check the ropes and see how well bound she was, but I was having a hard time tearing my eyes off of her expression.

Looking through the ropes at her I said, “You don’t just look helpless, you really are helpless.”

Her expression changed immediately to a look of near panic.

I wanted, badly, to fuck her at that moment, and I realized that I was in complete control of her.

I was nearly hidden from her view by her legs and the ropes, so I slid my pants off (put on a condom) and plunged my cock into her.

I used her wet pussy with my chest against her legs, peeking at her face through the ropes. Her eyes were wide open, pupils huge. Her immobilized body tight in the position that I chose for her. Her mouth hung open just a bit, and I could only imagine what must have been going on in her mind.

Her body was caressing my cock more even tightly than normal because of the position she was in. I was coming close to orgasm, so I asked, “Where do you want me to come?”. The panicked look on her face brought me even closer to orgasm.

Without waiting for a reply I pulled out my cock, pulled off the condom, and slid onto the bed on top of her. Hovering over her face I came into her mouth. I saw that the look in her eyes had not abated.

I rushed to get the ropes off of her, thinking I may have fucked her into a catatonic state. But she smiled at me, and the look of terror slid off of her face. I finished untying her and laid down beside her.

We had a very enjoyable conversation afterwards, attempting to explain our motivations and expressions to each other and to ourselves. It became apparent that the situation was rewarding for both of us in very different ways.