Figuring it out
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kaskap79
Re: Figuring it out
Please let me know, if you have any plans comming here.Lookingforadventure wrote: ↑Fri Nov 12, 2021 5:17 amYes please!! Copenhagen was already on my list of cities that I'd love to visit and explore one day. The offer of some extra curriculars that are "off the tourist track" makes that idea even more appealingkaskap79 wrote: ↑Fri Nov 12, 2021 3:22 amAnother option is travelling to Copenhagen, Denmark.Lookingforadventure wrote: ↑Fri Nov 12, 2021 2:57 amPlus, if I'm honest, after what feels like decades of COVID lockdowns, my greatest fantasies are about travel these days.
If you are vaccinated there are no limitations here.
And I am sure we are some Danish members that would love to take good care of you.
I have been giving an extended sightseeing to some of the Ladies in here and they loved it.
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
I feel I owe you all an update. Our fetish space play date went really well. First, let me set the scene.
The space we rented had been a one bedroom apartment in a two-story building at one point in its history. It was located in a Toronto neighborhood that has not yet gentrified. D and I arrived early and enjoyed walking around to check out the modest, single family homes and the aging businesses along the main street. You could tell that the neighborhood had once been a thriving community, but was now a bit tired.
The apartment, itself, was on the second floor of a building that wasn’t much to look at. We punched in the code for the main door, and were not impressed by the faded carpet, peeling wallpaper and cigarette smell in the hallway. When we opened the door to the apartment, however, we felt much better.
The living space was beautiful with large windows, ornate wooden beams, and lots of light. It had formerly been an open concept room with kitchen, dining, and living room combined. In its new iteration, the room had a large wooden bench in the middle. There was a spot at one end for someone to kneel and bend over for spanking. The other end had a wooden stockade to hold your head and hands. Plus, along the main bench area there were many hooks and places to attach ropes or chains.
On the ceiling of the room, there was a suspension system installed. It had heavy chains attached to a pulley. At the far end of the room, next to the small kitchen, was a white leather sectional and a padded coffee table that could also serve as a cage. And all along the walls were sex toys neatly arranged.
There were cuffs, collars, arm binders, and leashes. There were dildos of every size and shape you could imagine. There were paddles, whips, crops, and floggers, not to mention gags and clamps. And there were chains, rope, a swing and a leather cage that you could attach to the suspension system. There was also a large basket of condoms and an economy sized container of lube.
The former bedroom was off to one side opposite the kitchen. That was where the medical suite was housed. It had an exam table, a medicine cabinet with several speculums, latex gloves, and a stethoscope. There was enema equipment, and a sanitation system that contained urethral sounds.
It was a bit overwhelming, if I’m completely honest. Fortunately, we had made a game plan in advance. I had a good idea about what items we would be using and which would remain on their shelves.
I texted Sir to let him know we had arrived and where he could park. D put some water and wine in the fridge, as I changed into a special outfit I had selected for the occasion. D also attached a leather collar with a metal o-ring around my neck. When Sir texted that he was at the front door, I kissed D and went down to greet him.
Sir smiled at me as I let him in. He had several bags of toys with him, so I let him squeeze past me and up the stairs while I locked the front door.
We gave Sir a glass of water and a tour of the space. Like us, he was impressed by what was available for use. D suggested that we get started.
D picked a couple of leather cuffs off the wall and attached them to my wrists (note: there were very clear rules about sanitizing items before and after their use. Anything that would be inserted, was to be covered with a condom first and then left in the sink for additional sanitization by the homeowner before the next rental. I’ll skip over those details in my story telling though).
D attached my cuffed wrists to a wooden bar on the suspension system. As he pulled the chains, the bar raised and soon I was standing on my toes with my hands stretched above me. Sir lifted my shirt and bra, and began to grope my breasts. He commented on how nice they looked.
D agreed. He had helped me pick out my outfit: a thin white t shirt, grey knee socks, and a grey and blue pleated skirt that barely covered my ass. I had chosen it partley because the short skirt and knee socks did show off my long legs (plus, I had planned to walk up the stairs in front of sir so that he could check out my white, thong panties). I also chose it because the whole outfit cost a whopping $30. I wanted something disposable so that the men could cut it off of me while I was bound.
Knowing that this was my fantasy, D went in search of some scissors while Sir continued to fondle me.
Sir grabbed a couple of nipple clamps from the wall display and attached one to my right breast. When I didn’t gasp in pain, he changed his mind and replaced it with one that had a heavy weight attached to it.
I laughed and told him that he was mean. He chuckled and put a matching clamp on my left nipple. I grimaced, but accepted it. Then he reached down my skirt to play with my clit. He commented on how I must not mind too much because I was clearly very wet.
D had returned with scissors but watched as Sir fingered me to orgasm first. Then D removed the clamps and put my bra and t shirt back in place. Sir tucked my skirt into the waistband of my panties and commented on how nicely it framed my ass. He gave my butt a slap and went in search of a good spanking implement, as D began to snip through the cotton of my shirt.
Soon, my breasts were on display and D thought it would be good to re-attach the clams as Sir used a belt on my ass. That sounds bad, but Sir wielded the belt very well and it actually felt quite pleasurable.
D kissed me and said how hot I looked attached to the bar with my breasts clamped. I thanked him. He found a magic wand and held it against my clit. I came again.
Having enjoyed spanking my ass for a bit, Sir felt it was time to do an internal inspection. He grabbed a latex glove and some lube while D cut my panties off. D told me to open my mouth. He pushed the panties in, as sir pushed a finger into my ass. I moaned around my panty gag.
Sir commented on how tight I was. He slid a second and then a third finger into my ass. D continued cutting off my shirt until I was only wearing my white bra. The middle of the bra cups had also been cut to expose my still clamped breasts.
Even with the panties in my mouth, I was moaning loudly as Sir played with my ass. The men commented on how it sounded like I was enjoying myself. D fingered my clit and I quickly orgasmed again.
D instructed me not to let the panties fall out of my mouth. It was hard. Sir reached around and began to finger my pussy while his other hand continued in my ass. The double penetration had me cumming again.
At this point, my legs were getting a bit shaky. I’m not sure if it was from standing on my tip toes, or from the multiple orgasms. When D brought the magic wand back to my clit, my legs buckled as I orgasmed.
They decided to give me a tiny break from cumming. D removed the clamps from my nipples and asked if I’d like to be fully suspended. I wasn’t sure, but was willing to give it a try. I shrugged. He told me to spit the panties out of my mouth if any of it was too much. Then, D began to pull the chains and the bar lifted higher and higher.
Soon, my feet were completely off the ground. D couldn’t help but take a picture of my helpless body, hanging there for them to use.
Sir began to play with my clit again, rubbing it between his fingers and telling me how much he enjoyed the moaning sounds I was making. It was after a couple more orgasms that I spit out the panties and asked if I could be lowered. The circulation was getting cut off in my hands and I was starting to feel a bit light headed. They quickly got me back to my feet and undid the restraints.
I thanked them both for the many orgasms, but said that I needed to sit for a minute and have some water before we continued. They agreed. I settled on the padded coffee table as D brought me water. Sir said he’d go get a few things ready for our next round of play.
I noticed him selecting a large butt plug and even larger dildo, and prepping them with condoms for insertion. I caught D’s eye and gave him a nervous look as I gestured towards the large toys. He told me that I was beautiful and was doing amazing. He kissed me deeply and suggested that I undress the rest of the way, climb up on the big wooden structure, and lean back so that he could lick my pussy.
I think I’ll pause the story there for the time being. It was a very long playdate and I want to make sure I capture all the details well. I’ll post a bit more tomorrow.
The space we rented had been a one bedroom apartment in a two-story building at one point in its history. It was located in a Toronto neighborhood that has not yet gentrified. D and I arrived early and enjoyed walking around to check out the modest, single family homes and the aging businesses along the main street. You could tell that the neighborhood had once been a thriving community, but was now a bit tired.
The apartment, itself, was on the second floor of a building that wasn’t much to look at. We punched in the code for the main door, and were not impressed by the faded carpet, peeling wallpaper and cigarette smell in the hallway. When we opened the door to the apartment, however, we felt much better.
The living space was beautiful with large windows, ornate wooden beams, and lots of light. It had formerly been an open concept room with kitchen, dining, and living room combined. In its new iteration, the room had a large wooden bench in the middle. There was a spot at one end for someone to kneel and bend over for spanking. The other end had a wooden stockade to hold your head and hands. Plus, along the main bench area there were many hooks and places to attach ropes or chains.
On the ceiling of the room, there was a suspension system installed. It had heavy chains attached to a pulley. At the far end of the room, next to the small kitchen, was a white leather sectional and a padded coffee table that could also serve as a cage. And all along the walls were sex toys neatly arranged.
There were cuffs, collars, arm binders, and leashes. There were dildos of every size and shape you could imagine. There were paddles, whips, crops, and floggers, not to mention gags and clamps. And there were chains, rope, a swing and a leather cage that you could attach to the suspension system. There was also a large basket of condoms and an economy sized container of lube.
The former bedroom was off to one side opposite the kitchen. That was where the medical suite was housed. It had an exam table, a medicine cabinet with several speculums, latex gloves, and a stethoscope. There was enema equipment, and a sanitation system that contained urethral sounds.
It was a bit overwhelming, if I’m completely honest. Fortunately, we had made a game plan in advance. I had a good idea about what items we would be using and which would remain on their shelves.
I texted Sir to let him know we had arrived and where he could park. D put some water and wine in the fridge, as I changed into a special outfit I had selected for the occasion. D also attached a leather collar with a metal o-ring around my neck. When Sir texted that he was at the front door, I kissed D and went down to greet him.
Sir smiled at me as I let him in. He had several bags of toys with him, so I let him squeeze past me and up the stairs while I locked the front door.
We gave Sir a glass of water and a tour of the space. Like us, he was impressed by what was available for use. D suggested that we get started.
D picked a couple of leather cuffs off the wall and attached them to my wrists (note: there were very clear rules about sanitizing items before and after their use. Anything that would be inserted, was to be covered with a condom first and then left in the sink for additional sanitization by the homeowner before the next rental. I’ll skip over those details in my story telling though).
D attached my cuffed wrists to a wooden bar on the suspension system. As he pulled the chains, the bar raised and soon I was standing on my toes with my hands stretched above me. Sir lifted my shirt and bra, and began to grope my breasts. He commented on how nice they looked.
D agreed. He had helped me pick out my outfit: a thin white t shirt, grey knee socks, and a grey and blue pleated skirt that barely covered my ass. I had chosen it partley because the short skirt and knee socks did show off my long legs (plus, I had planned to walk up the stairs in front of sir so that he could check out my white, thong panties). I also chose it because the whole outfit cost a whopping $30. I wanted something disposable so that the men could cut it off of me while I was bound.
Knowing that this was my fantasy, D went in search of some scissors while Sir continued to fondle me.
Sir grabbed a couple of nipple clamps from the wall display and attached one to my right breast. When I didn’t gasp in pain, he changed his mind and replaced it with one that had a heavy weight attached to it.
I laughed and told him that he was mean. He chuckled and put a matching clamp on my left nipple. I grimaced, but accepted it. Then he reached down my skirt to play with my clit. He commented on how I must not mind too much because I was clearly very wet.
D had returned with scissors but watched as Sir fingered me to orgasm first. Then D removed the clamps and put my bra and t shirt back in place. Sir tucked my skirt into the waistband of my panties and commented on how nicely it framed my ass. He gave my butt a slap and went in search of a good spanking implement, as D began to snip through the cotton of my shirt.
Soon, my breasts were on display and D thought it would be good to re-attach the clams as Sir used a belt on my ass. That sounds bad, but Sir wielded the belt very well and it actually felt quite pleasurable.
D kissed me and said how hot I looked attached to the bar with my breasts clamped. I thanked him. He found a magic wand and held it against my clit. I came again.
Having enjoyed spanking my ass for a bit, Sir felt it was time to do an internal inspection. He grabbed a latex glove and some lube while D cut my panties off. D told me to open my mouth. He pushed the panties in, as sir pushed a finger into my ass. I moaned around my panty gag.
Sir commented on how tight I was. He slid a second and then a third finger into my ass. D continued cutting off my shirt until I was only wearing my white bra. The middle of the bra cups had also been cut to expose my still clamped breasts.
Even with the panties in my mouth, I was moaning loudly as Sir played with my ass. The men commented on how it sounded like I was enjoying myself. D fingered my clit and I quickly orgasmed again.
D instructed me not to let the panties fall out of my mouth. It was hard. Sir reached around and began to finger my pussy while his other hand continued in my ass. The double penetration had me cumming again.
At this point, my legs were getting a bit shaky. I’m not sure if it was from standing on my tip toes, or from the multiple orgasms. When D brought the magic wand back to my clit, my legs buckled as I orgasmed.
They decided to give me a tiny break from cumming. D removed the clamps from my nipples and asked if I’d like to be fully suspended. I wasn’t sure, but was willing to give it a try. I shrugged. He told me to spit the panties out of my mouth if any of it was too much. Then, D began to pull the chains and the bar lifted higher and higher.
Soon, my feet were completely off the ground. D couldn’t help but take a picture of my helpless body, hanging there for them to use.
Sir began to play with my clit again, rubbing it between his fingers and telling me how much he enjoyed the moaning sounds I was making. It was after a couple more orgasms that I spit out the panties and asked if I could be lowered. The circulation was getting cut off in my hands and I was starting to feel a bit light headed. They quickly got me back to my feet and undid the restraints.
I thanked them both for the many orgasms, but said that I needed to sit for a minute and have some water before we continued. They agreed. I settled on the padded coffee table as D brought me water. Sir said he’d go get a few things ready for our next round of play.
I noticed him selecting a large butt plug and even larger dildo, and prepping them with condoms for insertion. I caught D’s eye and gave him a nervous look as I gestured towards the large toys. He told me that I was beautiful and was doing amazing. He kissed me deeply and suggested that I undress the rest of the way, climb up on the big wooden structure, and lean back so that he could lick my pussy.
I think I’ll pause the story there for the time being. It was a very long playdate and I want to make sure I capture all the details well. I’ll post a bit more tomorrow.
Re: Figuring it out
Sounds like a very exciting play date. Can't wait to hear more.
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eventfire
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Re: Figuring it out
Unbelievable! Your progress in this lifestyle is uncanny. My hands were literally shaking as I moved from paragraph to paragraph. I can't wait for the exciting conclusion!
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weluvtoodoit
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Re: Figuring it out
My hands were not shaking, but certainly moving in an up and down motion! Sounds like an incredible playdate.
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
Ha ha ha. You made me laugh out loud.weluvtoodoit wrote: ↑Sun Nov 14, 2021 6:59 amMy hands were not shaking, but certainly moving in an up and down motion! Sounds like an incredible playdate.
Thank you weluvtoodoit and eventfire. I'm glad you are enjoying the tale. I'll post the next segment shortly.
I know that I'm my own worst critic when it comes to my writing, but I'm finding this retelling is falling a bit short. There are so many activities to fit in, that I might be underrepresenting the witty banter that took place along the way.
I'm not a very natural sub. I talk back and express my opinions rather freely. Neither men seem to mind. I think they enjoy knowing what I'm feeling and experiencing, but they also like to tease and toy with my mind along the way.
I think the next story installment captures that a bit better.
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
(A recap of our fetish space play date…Part 2)
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I climbed up on the BDSM bench and D asked me to turn 90 degrees so that my pussy was right at the edge. I propped myself on my elbows as he leaned down to taste me.
I readily admit that I enjoyed the intimacy of this moment with my husband. He knows my body well and there was sheer pleasure - with no pain - as he soothed my pussy lips with his tongue and then gently played with my clit.
After I orgasmed, he kissed me and slid two fingers inside my pussy so that he could play with my g-spot. At this point, Sir also came over. He began to gently rub my nipples between his fingers, turning them slightly. The combination of feelings had me coming again. They decided I was ready for the next round of play.
Sir had picked out a large dildo over. It was black and must have been 13 inches long. It was also very thick. I had seen it on the display rack and assumed it was a novelty item, not one that people actually used for sex play. Sir had other ideas though.
He had stretched a condom over it and added a bit of lube. He smiled at me as he suggested that we see if it fit.
“I told you that you were going to be stuffed today,” he taunted with a twinkle in his eye.
I laughed and said I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to fit, but he was welcome to try as long as he went slowly. I also made sure to emphasize that that toy was going nowhere near my ass.
“OK, not right away,” Sir joked.
D moved around so that he was standing behind me. I leaned back against him as Sir slid the dildo up and down between my pussy lips. D played with my nipples and Sir rubbed my clit. I was surprised at how quickly the head of that dildo had slipped inside me. I was also surprised by how good it felt.
Sir pushed it in deeper and began to fuck me with it. The next several minutes are a bit of a blur. I was glad to have D there supporting my body as I experienced wave after wave of orgasm. Both men played with my nipples and with my clit as I was fucked repeatedly.
At one point, Sir was fucking me too deeply and it was hitting my cervix. When my “oh’s” turned to “ow’s,” he paused to ask what was happening. He adjusted his motion accordingly. Beyond that, I was a bit incoherent. There was just a lot of moaning, gasping and coming.
In a previous conversation, I had told the men that one of the items on my sexual bucket list was to try out a fucking machine (one of the few things that this space didn’t have). “Who needs a fucking machine when you have two sirs and a big dildo?” Sir joked with me.
Eventually, though, they agreed to give me a break.
“What would my beautiful slut of a wife enjoy next,” D asked me with a smile. “I could pour you a glass of wine, or you could move just a bit to your right and we could give that fine ass of yours a solid spanking.”
I laughed at the leading question, but I also knew that spanking me was pretty much D’s top desire for our play date. I suggested we do the spanking first. He smiled like a kid in a candy store.
I kneeled over the bench, and they buckled my legs in place. Then both men went to explore the implements available to them. I couldn’t always see what they picked, but I know that hands, paddles, and canes were used. There was a whip that I did not enjoy, and a flogger that I really did. I also know that my ass ended up a fairly bright shade of pink, but there were no bruises or welts.
One man would be playing with my ass, while the other went to choose the next toy. Sometimes, one would flog my back while another paddled my butt. And occasionally they’d offer up some teasing sort of comment like, “Oh, how about this one that is studded with nails!” (there was no such toy, but they liked my look of panic).
At one point, I pushed myself up on my hands so that I could brace myself for impact. Since there was a wooden beam with o-hooks above me, Sir took the opportunity to attach my collar to it. He thought this was also the ideal time to re-introduce the nipple clamps.
“You really are a very mean man,” I said in response, but I endured the clamps anyway. I wasn’t about to use my safe word so early in the day.
As I was immobilized and clamped, D used a small metal wand on my ass. He pulled it back with a finger and let it flick against my skin. I told him that I had no desire to add that sex toy to our collection.
Sir brought over a tiny flogger that was no more than 5 inches long. He used it gently between my legs to flog my pussy. That one almost made me orgasm.
As a reward for my perseverance, D brought the magic wand over and held it against my clit. The clamps could come off after two more orgasms. Fortunately, that didn’t take too long.
The clamps came off, my legs were unbuckled, and D took me by the hand to guide me to the medical suite. “I think it is time for you to get into those stirrups so we can explore your fantasy,” he said.
Stay tuned for part 3.
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I climbed up on the BDSM bench and D asked me to turn 90 degrees so that my pussy was right at the edge. I propped myself on my elbows as he leaned down to taste me.
I readily admit that I enjoyed the intimacy of this moment with my husband. He knows my body well and there was sheer pleasure - with no pain - as he soothed my pussy lips with his tongue and then gently played with my clit.
After I orgasmed, he kissed me and slid two fingers inside my pussy so that he could play with my g-spot. At this point, Sir also came over. He began to gently rub my nipples between his fingers, turning them slightly. The combination of feelings had me coming again. They decided I was ready for the next round of play.
Sir had picked out a large dildo over. It was black and must have been 13 inches long. It was also very thick. I had seen it on the display rack and assumed it was a novelty item, not one that people actually used for sex play. Sir had other ideas though.
He had stretched a condom over it and added a bit of lube. He smiled at me as he suggested that we see if it fit.
“I told you that you were going to be stuffed today,” he taunted with a twinkle in his eye.
I laughed and said I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to fit, but he was welcome to try as long as he went slowly. I also made sure to emphasize that that toy was going nowhere near my ass.
“OK, not right away,” Sir joked.
D moved around so that he was standing behind me. I leaned back against him as Sir slid the dildo up and down between my pussy lips. D played with my nipples and Sir rubbed my clit. I was surprised at how quickly the head of that dildo had slipped inside me. I was also surprised by how good it felt.
Sir pushed it in deeper and began to fuck me with it. The next several minutes are a bit of a blur. I was glad to have D there supporting my body as I experienced wave after wave of orgasm. Both men played with my nipples and with my clit as I was fucked repeatedly.
At one point, Sir was fucking me too deeply and it was hitting my cervix. When my “oh’s” turned to “ow’s,” he paused to ask what was happening. He adjusted his motion accordingly. Beyond that, I was a bit incoherent. There was just a lot of moaning, gasping and coming.
In a previous conversation, I had told the men that one of the items on my sexual bucket list was to try out a fucking machine (one of the few things that this space didn’t have). “Who needs a fucking machine when you have two sirs and a big dildo?” Sir joked with me.
Eventually, though, they agreed to give me a break.
“What would my beautiful slut of a wife enjoy next,” D asked me with a smile. “I could pour you a glass of wine, or you could move just a bit to your right and we could give that fine ass of yours a solid spanking.”
I laughed at the leading question, but I also knew that spanking me was pretty much D’s top desire for our play date. I suggested we do the spanking first. He smiled like a kid in a candy store.
I kneeled over the bench, and they buckled my legs in place. Then both men went to explore the implements available to them. I couldn’t always see what they picked, but I know that hands, paddles, and canes were used. There was a whip that I did not enjoy, and a flogger that I really did. I also know that my ass ended up a fairly bright shade of pink, but there were no bruises or welts.
One man would be playing with my ass, while the other went to choose the next toy. Sometimes, one would flog my back while another paddled my butt. And occasionally they’d offer up some teasing sort of comment like, “Oh, how about this one that is studded with nails!” (there was no such toy, but they liked my look of panic).
At one point, I pushed myself up on my hands so that I could brace myself for impact. Since there was a wooden beam with o-hooks above me, Sir took the opportunity to attach my collar to it. He thought this was also the ideal time to re-introduce the nipple clamps.
“You really are a very mean man,” I said in response, but I endured the clamps anyway. I wasn’t about to use my safe word so early in the day.
As I was immobilized and clamped, D used a small metal wand on my ass. He pulled it back with a finger and let it flick against my skin. I told him that I had no desire to add that sex toy to our collection.
Sir brought over a tiny flogger that was no more than 5 inches long. He used it gently between my legs to flog my pussy. That one almost made me orgasm.
As a reward for my perseverance, D brought the magic wand over and held it against my clit. The clamps could come off after two more orgasms. Fortunately, that didn’t take too long.
The clamps came off, my legs were unbuckled, and D took me by the hand to guide me to the medical suite. “I think it is time for you to get into those stirrups so we can explore your fantasy,” he said.
Stay tuned for part 3.
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
P.S. if you would like visuals to go with this story, I've posted a couple in the bdsm forum. With that said, reality may not live up to the image in your mind. View at your own risk 
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Re: Figuring it out
I have just read your first(and only?) experience with H&R, and I enjoyed the detailed picture you painted, and as it was your first foursome, I was surprised that you made the first move: Are you likely to repeat F/F experimenting? hope you do, as your telling of the contact was a delight.
It is rare for HW to be perfectly at ease at witnessing their husbands having sex with another female, was there any unease in your part? you are a generous woman and have taken to the lifestyle with adroitness.
It is rare for HW to be perfectly at ease at witnessing their husbands having sex with another female, was there any unease in your part? you are a generous woman and have taken to the lifestyle with adroitness.
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
Thank you. The foursome was a fun experience but it is a lot of people to worry about. I have a compulsion to make sure everyone is having a good time and I found it was distracting from the sex to have that many people at play at once. I'm not opposed to doing it again, but it isn't high on my wish list either.solstice wrote: ↑Mon Nov 15, 2021 2:58 amI have just read your first(and only?) experience with H&R, and I enjoyed the detailed picture you painted, and as it was your first foursome, I was surprised that you made the first move: Are you likely to repeat F/F experimenting? hope you do, as your telling of the contact was a delight.
It is rare for HW to be perfectly at ease at witnessing their husbands having sex with another female, was there any unease in your part? you are a generous woman and have taken to the lifestyle with adroitness.
As for D having sex with other women, I'm strangely ok with it. It probably sounds over confident (especially since I'd only rate myself as a 6 or 7 out of 10 on a hotness scale), but I really don't think I have anything to worry about. D says he'd rate me an 11 out of 10. I know that he is partly saying that because he's my husband and that's what husbands say, but I also think the lens he views me through is shaped by him seeing me as the mother of his children, the co-manager of our household, his best friend of 20 plus years, and a fun sexual partner that has experimented a lot alongside him over the years. I'm irreplaceable! LOL. I'm not worried if he wants to have sex play with someone else.
I might have some hangups if he found a long-term friend with benefits, but even then my insecurities would probably be more about me than a distrust of him. I'll have to revisit this answer when and if we cross that bridge.
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Re: Figuring it out
They live up to all imaginings.Lookingforadventure wrote: ↑Sun Nov 14, 2021 2:29 pmP.S. if you would like visuals to go with this story, I've posted a couple in the bdsm forum. With that said, reality may not live up to the image in your mind. View at your own risk
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Re: Figuring it out
Lookingforadventure Writes: D says he'd rate me an 11 out of 10. I know that he is partly saying that because he's my husband and that's what husbands say.
If you are half as beautiful as you are perceptive, then you really are a treasure: However I suspect that you are selling yourself short, and you really are an eleven: why should he be the love of your life but deceive you in your exquisiteness?
If you are half as beautiful as you are perceptive, then you really are a treasure: However I suspect that you are selling yourself short, and you really are an eleven: why should he be the love of your life but deceive you in your exquisiteness?
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
Excellent point! He's a very honest man with excellent taste. I should trust his assessmentsolstice wrote: ↑Mon Nov 15, 2021 11:24 amLookingforadventure Writes: D says he'd rate me an 11 out of 10. I know that he is partly saying that because he's my husband and that's what husbands say.
If you are half as beautiful as you are perceptive, then you really are a treasure: However I suspect that you are selling yourself short, and you really are an eleven: why should he be the love of your life but deceive you in your exquisiteness?
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Re: Figuring it out
(A recap of our fetish space play date…Part 3)
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D led me to the medical room of the apartment. I climbed onto the exam table and we fiddled with the stirrups a bit to get them at a good angle.
You may recall that the idea for this play date had started with my confession about a medical-themed fantasy. In my fantasy, I was an attractive, put together patient who was enticed into sexual activity by a naughty doctor and his assistant.
In reality, I was naked and sweaty climbing onto the exam table. My face and chest were flushed, my hair was tousled, my labia were puffy from arousal, and my sirs had no need to entice me into activities. I had already orgasmed multiple times and was willing to let them continue to control the pace of events.
With that said, the reality was very, very sexy.
It started with D kissing me and telling me how beautiful I was. He asked if I was ready for some intense play. I said that I was.
They decided to start with an item they found on the shelves in the medical suite. I’m sure it has an official name, but I don’t know what that is. For lack of a better word, I’m going to call it a nipple stretcher. It has a padded base that rests against your sternum. A bar rises from the base and is crossed with another bar that has clamps at each end. Sir attached the clamps to my nipples and D turned a dial to move the crossbar up. Each turn, stretched my nipples further.
At one point, I told them they needed to stop because I couldn’t take it if it went any further. I don’t like using my safe words. It makes me feel like a quitter. But, I think it is important to be honest, and BDSM play only works if people have good communication. My sirs responded immediately, and adjusted the device down a turn. The sensation was hard to explain. It still hurt, but mostly made me very aware of my body and the things it was feeling.
To distract me from my nipples, the men turned their attention to my pussy. Sir had brought a speculum with him. He took it out of the package and lubed it slightly. He played with it to figure out how it worked, then slid it inside. I held very still for him because I was worried about hurting my nipples if I moved.
It took a bit of practice, but eventually Sir had me spread wide and the speculum was braced to hold it in that position. He and D both enjoyed a nice, long look.
D kissed me again and asked how I was doing. I told him I was good, but he suggested that they remove the nipple stretcher anyway. Then, I’d be free to focus on the sensations going on between my legs. I was grateful for the relief.
One of Sir’s kinks is electro-stimulation. [As a quick aside, Sir had told me that for many women he had played with in the past, e-stim was a hard limit. The thought of electricity in their body was too intimidating, so they didn’t want to try. Sir obviously respected their limits, but was excited when I had expressed interest in trying it. Then, because I actually enjoyed it during our first play date together, he said I was “truly a treasure.” If D looked like a kid in a candy store anticipating using all the spanking implements, this was clearly Sir’s equivalent. He was so excited.]
Sir had brought his e-stim box with him along with several newly purchased accessories. He wondered if he could wire the speculum to provide stimulation. As he set up the system, D held a magic wand against my clit.
While the magic wand was amazing, the wired speculum was a bit of a dud. It either wasn’t conductive, or it just didn’t reach the right places. I didn’t feel much of anything. We decided to scrap that and instead use some of the new e-stim toys that Sir had brought with him.
The first one was a ribbed cylinder, with some devilish name. I think he said it was called “the deviant”. It was very wide, but since I had already been warmed up quite well it didn’t take long to insert it inside me. Sir connected the toy to his control box, and also added two sticky, TENS pads to my labia.
The TENS pads were a new sensation for me. When he turned them on, it felt a bit like someone running their fingernails very lightly over my skin in a repeated, wave-like pattern. It was sort of like a massage. I rather enjoyed it.
Then Sir turned on the “deviant.” He started low and I smiled at him and told him that I liked it. It was sending warm waves of vibration through me. As he raised the intensity on his controls, the sensation became increasingly intense.
I tried my best to communicate about how it was feeling. Sometimes that was easy, but sometimes the ability to speak escaped me. There were moans and gasps, sighs and guttural sounds. I orgasmed repeatedly.
At some point, Sir went to find a second toy. When he returned, I asked him how close to maximum intensity I was getting on the control box.
“Oh, you still have a long way to go yet, Wench,” he responded.
“Shoot, I suck at this,” I said in response. The competitive side of my ego was bruised. “I really don’t think I can take more than you are giving me.”
He chuckled, “You are phenomenal. ” He smiled at me as he looked into my eyes and added, “I may have made some adjustments to the control box after our last play date. You pretty much maxed it out before, so I adjusted it to increase the power a lot.”
I laughed at his zealousness, but went back to feeling proud of my accomplishments. I had beat the original system and was up to “advanced” play. LOL.
Sir lubed up the second toy and slid it into my ass. He also put one of the sticky pads right on my clit. I was nervous about how that would feel when it was turned on, but it was actually amazing.
D held my hand as he watched my reactions to the various stimuli. Sometimes it would be just the toy in my pussy, sometimes just the one in my ass, sometimes the TENS pads, or a combination of the three.
Again, I varied from being able to talk articulately to being a bit of an incoherent mess. I orgasmed repeatedly. Sometimes, the orgasms were entirely pleasurable. Sometimes, Sir would increase the intensity as the wave of orgasm crested. There would be a pinch of pain and my back would arch as I rode the rest of the orgasm through.
I can’t tell you how long it lasted or how many times I orgasmed. I can say that eventually it was me who tapped out. My legs were shaky, my body was exhausted, and my throat was getting sore from all my guttural noises. I used my safe word and the play stopped immediately.
D came to kiss me and asked how I was doing. I was a bit emotional after the intensity of everything and my eyes teared up a bit as I apologized for quitting. D stroked my hair and said I had nothing to apologize for. He said I was beautiful, sexy, and had done amazingly well. Sir agreed. I had taken more and lasted longer than he had anticipated. There was no need to push myself beyond what I enjoyed.
They removed the toys from me and helped me to my feet. My legs buckled slightly after all that time in the stirrups (and the dozens of orgasms that had taken place), but D was holding on to me.
I found my footing. Sir took care of cleaning up the toys while D went to pour everyone a glass of wine. I sat on the couch exhausted, but in a very good way. I know that BDSM play doesn’t make sense to everyone and I’m not sure that I’m doing a great job of explaining it, but there is something deeply satisfying about pushing your body to its limits. I felt accomplished and very, very sated.
There was a bit more play after our wine break. I masturbated on the floor while the men finished their wine, I lay back on the coffee table as they fucked me with the large dildo one last time, I was strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross for a bit of flogging and fingering until I squirted, and I knelt on the floor and was covered in a load of cum.
I think I’ll end the story here, though, except to say that I enjoyed a nice, hot shower as the men cleaned up the space. After we locked up, I gave Sir a long hug in the parking lot. It had been an amazing day and I was grateful for the part he played in it. I hoped we could do it again….but maybe not until I had slept for a few weeks to recover.
And in the car, I kissed D and thanked him, too. I love him and am grateful that he encourages me to explore my sexuality in all its quirky ways.
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D led me to the medical room of the apartment. I climbed onto the exam table and we fiddled with the stirrups a bit to get them at a good angle.
You may recall that the idea for this play date had started with my confession about a medical-themed fantasy. In my fantasy, I was an attractive, put together patient who was enticed into sexual activity by a naughty doctor and his assistant.
In reality, I was naked and sweaty climbing onto the exam table. My face and chest were flushed, my hair was tousled, my labia were puffy from arousal, and my sirs had no need to entice me into activities. I had already orgasmed multiple times and was willing to let them continue to control the pace of events.
With that said, the reality was very, very sexy.
It started with D kissing me and telling me how beautiful I was. He asked if I was ready for some intense play. I said that I was.
They decided to start with an item they found on the shelves in the medical suite. I’m sure it has an official name, but I don’t know what that is. For lack of a better word, I’m going to call it a nipple stretcher. It has a padded base that rests against your sternum. A bar rises from the base and is crossed with another bar that has clamps at each end. Sir attached the clamps to my nipples and D turned a dial to move the crossbar up. Each turn, stretched my nipples further.
At one point, I told them they needed to stop because I couldn’t take it if it went any further. I don’t like using my safe words. It makes me feel like a quitter. But, I think it is important to be honest, and BDSM play only works if people have good communication. My sirs responded immediately, and adjusted the device down a turn. The sensation was hard to explain. It still hurt, but mostly made me very aware of my body and the things it was feeling.
To distract me from my nipples, the men turned their attention to my pussy. Sir had brought a speculum with him. He took it out of the package and lubed it slightly. He played with it to figure out how it worked, then slid it inside. I held very still for him because I was worried about hurting my nipples if I moved.
It took a bit of practice, but eventually Sir had me spread wide and the speculum was braced to hold it in that position. He and D both enjoyed a nice, long look.
D kissed me again and asked how I was doing. I told him I was good, but he suggested that they remove the nipple stretcher anyway. Then, I’d be free to focus on the sensations going on between my legs. I was grateful for the relief.
One of Sir’s kinks is electro-stimulation. [As a quick aside, Sir had told me that for many women he had played with in the past, e-stim was a hard limit. The thought of electricity in their body was too intimidating, so they didn’t want to try. Sir obviously respected their limits, but was excited when I had expressed interest in trying it. Then, because I actually enjoyed it during our first play date together, he said I was “truly a treasure.” If D looked like a kid in a candy store anticipating using all the spanking implements, this was clearly Sir’s equivalent. He was so excited.]
Sir had brought his e-stim box with him along with several newly purchased accessories. He wondered if he could wire the speculum to provide stimulation. As he set up the system, D held a magic wand against my clit.
While the magic wand was amazing, the wired speculum was a bit of a dud. It either wasn’t conductive, or it just didn’t reach the right places. I didn’t feel much of anything. We decided to scrap that and instead use some of the new e-stim toys that Sir had brought with him.
The first one was a ribbed cylinder, with some devilish name. I think he said it was called “the deviant”. It was very wide, but since I had already been warmed up quite well it didn’t take long to insert it inside me. Sir connected the toy to his control box, and also added two sticky, TENS pads to my labia.
The TENS pads were a new sensation for me. When he turned them on, it felt a bit like someone running their fingernails very lightly over my skin in a repeated, wave-like pattern. It was sort of like a massage. I rather enjoyed it.
Then Sir turned on the “deviant.” He started low and I smiled at him and told him that I liked it. It was sending warm waves of vibration through me. As he raised the intensity on his controls, the sensation became increasingly intense.
I tried my best to communicate about how it was feeling. Sometimes that was easy, but sometimes the ability to speak escaped me. There were moans and gasps, sighs and guttural sounds. I orgasmed repeatedly.
At some point, Sir went to find a second toy. When he returned, I asked him how close to maximum intensity I was getting on the control box.
“Oh, you still have a long way to go yet, Wench,” he responded.
“Shoot, I suck at this,” I said in response. The competitive side of my ego was bruised. “I really don’t think I can take more than you are giving me.”
He chuckled, “You are phenomenal. ” He smiled at me as he looked into my eyes and added, “I may have made some adjustments to the control box after our last play date. You pretty much maxed it out before, so I adjusted it to increase the power a lot.”
I laughed at his zealousness, but went back to feeling proud of my accomplishments. I had beat the original system and was up to “advanced” play. LOL.
Sir lubed up the second toy and slid it into my ass. He also put one of the sticky pads right on my clit. I was nervous about how that would feel when it was turned on, but it was actually amazing.
D held my hand as he watched my reactions to the various stimuli. Sometimes it would be just the toy in my pussy, sometimes just the one in my ass, sometimes the TENS pads, or a combination of the three.
Again, I varied from being able to talk articulately to being a bit of an incoherent mess. I orgasmed repeatedly. Sometimes, the orgasms were entirely pleasurable. Sometimes, Sir would increase the intensity as the wave of orgasm crested. There would be a pinch of pain and my back would arch as I rode the rest of the orgasm through.
I can’t tell you how long it lasted or how many times I orgasmed. I can say that eventually it was me who tapped out. My legs were shaky, my body was exhausted, and my throat was getting sore from all my guttural noises. I used my safe word and the play stopped immediately.
D came to kiss me and asked how I was doing. I was a bit emotional after the intensity of everything and my eyes teared up a bit as I apologized for quitting. D stroked my hair and said I had nothing to apologize for. He said I was beautiful, sexy, and had done amazingly well. Sir agreed. I had taken more and lasted longer than he had anticipated. There was no need to push myself beyond what I enjoyed.
They removed the toys from me and helped me to my feet. My legs buckled slightly after all that time in the stirrups (and the dozens of orgasms that had taken place), but D was holding on to me.
I found my footing. Sir took care of cleaning up the toys while D went to pour everyone a glass of wine. I sat on the couch exhausted, but in a very good way. I know that BDSM play doesn’t make sense to everyone and I’m not sure that I’m doing a great job of explaining it, but there is something deeply satisfying about pushing your body to its limits. I felt accomplished and very, very sated.
There was a bit more play after our wine break. I masturbated on the floor while the men finished their wine, I lay back on the coffee table as they fucked me with the large dildo one last time, I was strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross for a bit of flogging and fingering until I squirted, and I knelt on the floor and was covered in a load of cum.
I think I’ll end the story here, though, except to say that I enjoyed a nice, hot shower as the men cleaned up the space. After we locked up, I gave Sir a long hug in the parking lot. It had been an amazing day and I was grateful for the part he played in it. I hoped we could do it again….but maybe not until I had slept for a few weeks to recover.
And in the car, I kissed D and thanked him, too. I love him and am grateful that he encourages me to explore my sexuality in all its quirky ways.
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SharingHer84
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Re: Figuring it out
I have experience as a Dom, and your story has been wonderful. I'm glad you are enjoying your explorations so much, and it sounds like you have a couple excellent guys leading the way The fact we live in similar areas was somehow also tantalizing I'll admitLookingforadventure wrote: ↑Sun Nov 14, 2021 2:29 pmP.S. if you would like visuals to go with this story, I've posted a couple in the bdsm forum. With that said, reality may not live up to the image in your mind. View at your own risk
viewtopic.php?f=51&t=64624
.I mentioned in another post that I'm currently abstinent for No Nut November. I admit I opened that pic thread you posted with serious trepidation. And then I find out how just how sexy you are! Pure torture! You deserve some punishment for inflicting such torment on us readers lol.
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
I do have excellent men at my side in my adventures. That is true.SharingHer84 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 16, 2021 12:46 pmI have experience as a Dom, and your story has been wonderful. I'm glad you are enjoying your explorations so much, and it sounds like you have a couple excellent guys leading the way The fact we live in similar areas was somehow also tantalizing I'll admitLookingforadventure wrote: ↑Sun Nov 14, 2021 2:29 pmP.S. if you would like visuals to go with this story, I've posted a couple in the bdsm forum. With that said, reality may not live up to the image in your mind. View at your own risk
viewtopic.php?f=51&t=64624
I mentioned in another post that I'm currently abstinent for No Nut November. I admit I opened that pic thread you posted with serious trepidation. And then I find out how just how sexy you are! Pure torture! You deserve some punishment for inflicting such torment on us readers lol.
Where do you live? (Approximately). Are you another Ontarian?
As for being punished, I prefer to think I should be rewarded
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SharingHer84
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Re: Figuring it out
Yup, I'm in the GTA.Lookingforadventure wrote: ↑Tue Nov 16, 2021 4:28 pm
I do have excellent men at my side in my adventures. That is true.
Where do you live? (Approximately). Are you another Ontarian?
As for being punished, I prefer to think I should be rewardedI don't provide torture, just pleasurable fodder for your imagination.
Right, rewards only! I suppose I was just a little fixated on the hand spanking point you made, which is a fav of mine too. The intimacy factor is the true appeal.
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
Nice to meet another Canuck...and a local one at that.SharingHer84 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 16, 2021 4:34 pmYup, I'm in the GTA.Lookingforadventure wrote: ↑Tue Nov 16, 2021 4:28 pm
I do have excellent men at my side in my adventures. That is true.
Where do you live? (Approximately). Are you another Ontarian?
As for being punished, I prefer to think I should be rewarded
Right, rewards only! I suppose I was just a little fixated on the hand spanking point you made, which is a fav of mine too. The intimacy factor is the true appeal.
As for hand spanking, I think it is the groping and massaging in between the spanks that I like best.
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Matureone2560
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Re: Figuring it out
I love how you reach your limits during the visit and having 2 considerate men must make it amazing for you.
Will Sir eventually have sex with you?
Will Sir eventually have sex with you?
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Lookingforadventure
Re: Figuring it out
That's an interesting question. I kind of think that he is having sex with me, even if his penis never enters my vagina
Technicalities aside, Sir has been told that he has permission to fuck me (wearing a condom) if he so desires, but thus far all of our needs have been more than satisfied without that.
Re: Figuring it out
Love your writing. This is a great thread!
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