Collared

My dear Lily and I, finally had a chance to sneak some time together, back in April. This post has taken me awhile- mostly because I wasn’t ready to write it, without some time passing, to think and process and understand and savor- mostly, to process and savor.

I had written a full year before, in a post containing some daydreams, about a fantasy that had flashed by, about placing a collar around my darling girls neck:

Daydreams-

Well, prior to going to find her *this* April, I did something: I ordered a custom made collar, with the lining in my color, and her sweet lil name embossed in it; and, one evening- although we didn’t duplicate precisely the daydream- there were candles; and incense,  and dress and corsets, grooming and loving, and obedience, and my sweet lovely submissive darling princess babygirl Lily.

The sweet rush of loving protectiveness, that washed over me, the huge impact of her smile as she said, “Yes, I’ll wear your collar”… the click of the lock as I snapped it into the latch, her deep, black, shining eyes as I did so; God, the feelings, so deep and intimately connected, the deep-seated trust she gave to me, freely, offering herself to me as her Dom, her Daddy, her “Sai”- lord… mmphf.

Wearing a corset that we’d chosen together, laced and buckled and tied into it; wearing my collar, deeply deeply loved and cherished; sliding the rose that I’d brought for her, into the valley between her breasts and the *smile* on her face, so proud of herself for offering me this gift, and so pleased that *I* was so pleased and needing her so deeply; the feelings were amazingly intense, and more than I’d imagined they could be.

Loving her, sliding into her, her mouth and hands, wet pussy and tight ass, claiming her as my own sweet darling, mmphf. The wonderful, thrilling amount of puddling her pussy does, when she’s turned on; the first slip of my cock into her ass, tight and hot, as she squrimed against me, accepting me there, too; the joy of being with her, of knowing that she’s given herself to me; the fear that I always have, that I’ll let her down, somehow, that serves to keep me aware; the love, over it all, of her, of her presence in my life and heart and soul-

My darling lil One, I love you so much and cherish and treasure you, I wish so strongly that I could pamper and spoil my princess properly-

D-

Mine

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The first time we tried wearing the birthday prezzie thong, i commented that it pulled some, like a rubber band on the hairs; since then, i’ve trimmed and shaved smooth, and Monday, we had the same thought: explore the differences without hair, so on Thursday, i got to put my birthday prezzie on again, yayyy!

So, initially there was a HUGE difference; there was a lot less pulling and tugging, and it slipped over my balls and cock much more cleanly, with no pinches of hair, which was awesome. There was even more intensity to the subby feelings, too- little and subby and a major rush of needing that dominance and wanting, with an almost desparate feel, to please and make her proud of me; most definitely an increase in that headspace, whether soley the thong or  not, i don’t know- i imagine it’s a mixture of that, plus her own big-ness, and my lil-ness, that drives it. Either way though, i revel in it and crave it, and need it.

So, i was wearing that as of 9:00, and as i put it on (there at WORK, which also added a thrill of it’s own, there’s something so baaad about our play, when i’m there)- and i sent her a photo of it:

Shaved & Thong

We exchanged some more texts, as i sat and worked, and could feel myself leaking and squirming, as she told me and i let her know, of our reactions to this; then, she had another idea- could i wear the leather separator and the thong? Well i had no idea- but i asked her if i should try, and she said yes indeed, and instructed me on the timing; so, at 12:30, i added and then took/sent these:

Adding the separator

Both on 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ohhh my god… such a major rush of sensations, and huge wash of subby little… totally distinct from the physical sensations, which were intense, was the feelings of love and trust and so-proud-of-myself for obedience.. and from her reaction, she likeeeeee, lol!

We shared some more texts, more chat, and even got to talk a while; when i got another present, i got to choose how long i could wear both- AND, i got to cum, when i was ready! Well, she had to go, and i had to get back to work- so we said our g’byes, and did that.. but it was so amazingly sexy, and i was so very aware of myself and her thinking of me, that about 330 i couldn’t stand it anymore. So, i went to the bathroom, locked myself into a stall, and dropped my pants; and there at work, with m’Lady Mommy Mistress thinking of me, and me of her, i proceeded to remove the separator & masturbate, and came hard, right into the toilet- then buttoned up, zipped up, and back to work, heheh.

i wore the thong until i got home, and changed out of my work clothes, so had that on until about 730- and what a sensual, sexy day! Thank you, Love- for giving me such a wonderful treat and birthday presents! 🙂

xoxoxo

d-

On binding thongs and a birthday present ThankYou! :)

Oh, my. I am the luckiest guy around, did you know that? Well, I do, and I am!

On Monday, my love and I have been playing a game, for a long time now; since her normal underwear, on a daily basis, is to be without (IE, she goes commando), we mix it up; so on Mondays, She wears panties and I go commando. Often I get a picture, which makes me squirmy hot, and often the feeling of bare in pants makes me leaky and squirmy.

Monday, though, she mixed it up on me; she instructed me to wear a special birthday gift that she’d sent me, a thong sortof, that’s designed to hold a cock or a strap-on. It’s made of some sort of rubberized tubing, with beads to adjust it, and it’s mmmphf hot-

So, as instructed, instead of being commando I put it on and wore it for her, for a couple of hours. I was at home, so it was under jeans rather than dockers or dress pants, and the denim adds to the feelings as well.

First, there was the physical sensations; the texture wasn’t what I had expected, as I unwrapped it and felt it in my hands. Rather like a rubber band, and as I looked at the instructions I was pleased that it was “assembled”, lol- because I’m not so sure I could have gotten the beads right. As it is, though, I was able to position it properly, and slide it up over my legs- and that’s when I found that being a hairy guy, isn’t all that great, with rubberized things; but, it wasn’t painful, just some tugs, and even that was increasing the feelings of wanting to please…

It also made me start to shrink into sub-space, mentally- to be sliding a special gift on, knowing that it would make her smile, and feeling that tension that always comes from being “bad” with her, under her direction, her control, her ownership.. mmmphf.

As I pulled and adjusted, and slid my cock out through the two center beads, I did wonder how it would do as a strap-on holder; never used one, so I don’t know, but it seemed that it might be too loose; on the other hand, it brought mental pictures of having m’Lady Mommy put a strap-on on, for me, and *that* made me squirm.

Once on, I pulled my jeans up- and found that the combination of straps & pants, was mmphfy- I was very very aware of the physical, as each movement, each flex of leg/ass to walk, made the strap tighter or looser- very intense, at times… god.

But I was even more aware of the feelings, of being bound up in this present, to my lover, my owner, my mistress, my mommy, m’Lady; and wanting deeply to please her; at one point she indicated I could remove it, and I said, “please, not yet, can I wear til noon?”

She laughed, and okayed that- Thank youuuu! 🙂

I could feel her holding me, the entire time I wore it; I could feel her warmth and loving, and at times, i could swear i could feel her kisses and caresses, smoothing where it rubbed, finding where i would have to shave (or, if only SHE could shave ME, god I want that!!!).

My darling lover, my Dommie, m’Lady sweet- thank you for my present, for giving me all you do, for loving me and caring for me, and punishing me and pushing me- thank you for all you give to me!

Oh, and here is the photo I took, to share with you:

66 Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy

m’Lady Mommy gave me a task and assignment today, hooray! I get wriggly excited when she does that, because I know she’ll be thinking of me, wondering how it’s going and when I’m doing it, and things like that… and also, I know (because she’s said so), that she’s wishing she could be a “fly on the wall” as I do; and that thrills me, to know she’s thinking of me, too!

The task was sent to me via text-message this afternoon, and here it is:

1. Put on the separater and wear for an hour (or more!)
2. Write out an email, blog-post, my choice, of the “Top XX Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy”, in whichever form I want- list, paragraphs, etc.
3. Then, I may cum.

I asked for clarification on one part, which was, “May I cum while still wearing the separator”… and she indicated that that was indeed her intentions; later, there were a few followup pings, with the required title, and her express wish to be a fly on the wall…

So without further ado, I’m going to detail my evening, after I got home from work (which was at 745 tonight, yay, an early evening).

I arrived, greeted the kiddos, and proceeded to obtain the separator from it’s storage place in the LV pocket of my pack; I went upstairs to my bedroom, and removed my shirt, belt, socks, pants, so I was just in my giftie prisoner-striped-underwear; then, thinking of mommy’s wish to be a fly on the wall, I snapped this picture for her:

Your Prisoner

Next, I removed the shorts, and felt that release of her little hands holding me warm all day, and snapped another photo:

Temporarily Released

I carefully put the separator on (at 8:00, for calendar references), and snapped this picture:

Separator

And lastly, I slipped into the shorts that mommy & I had picked out together, on one of our shopping expeditions (in PERSON even!), and took yet another picture for you:

Bound and Commando for m’Lady Mommy

So now, as I compose this, i’m sitting in my big chair, commando in the shorts that mommy and I chose together, and i’m going to do my very best to list the things that I Want To Do To Please m’Lady Mommy; I’m not sure how this will “play out”, in the sense of being lil or just subby, or what- but here goes:

1. Lotion you on demand
2. Massage you at all opportunities
3. Learn to crack your back, so you don’t have to go to Chiro as often
4. Make your coffee
5. Bring you N.O.G.
6. Worship your feet-

• Rub
• Kiss
• Massage
• Lotion
• Hold
• Lick
• Be your carpet
• Trim your nails
• Polish your nails
• Suck your toes

7. Worship your ass-

• Kiss it
• Lick it
• Massage it
• Cum on it
• Nuzzle it

8. Be your furniture-

• Footstool
• Seat
• Blanket
• Bed

9. Be your decor- make me your living statue
10. Dress (or undress) to your pleasure-

• Apron
• Chaps
• Silk shirts
• Shoes

11. Cook for you
12. Serve your meals
13. Feed you
14. Do chores for you
15. Perform tasks and assignments for you!
16. Cuddle and snuggle you
17. Hold you
18. Draw at your feet quietly
19. Visit you
20. Manicures
21. Shave you
22. Shave me 😉
23. Drink your piss
24. Give m’Lady my piss if desired
25. Draw your baths
26. Bathe and pamper you in that bath
27. Towel and powder and ? You
28. Cry with/for you
29. Lick your pussy
30. Suck your clit
31. Earn (again) my “red-wings”
32. Present you with a photo of my bloody lips, after doing so, for your review
33. Hold my pee on instruction
34. Hold orgasms as ordered
35. Keep drinking apple juice so’s pleasing to your taste buds
36. Haircut/groom to your requirements
37. Give your breasts attention
38. Suckle
39. Use proper positions-

• Greeting
• Inspections
• Punishment
• “shhh and be quiet”

40. Bind for you-

• “Wraps”
• Separator
• Gate of Hell
• (ullp) Mommy Bra?!?
• Harnesses

41. Be your pet
42. Pull your rickshaw
43. Chauffeur
44. Change your Shoes (with kisses!) (while people are watching!)
45. 69
46. Be your clit-toy
47. Yoni Massage
48. Wear wristband

*Interjection: I’m at one hour plus 15 minutes right now… and writing this was making me squirmy and subby and littttle… I can  feel the straps deeply; they’re not tightening, exactly- they don’t shrink themselves- but my whole cock & balls & groin is feeling them, so it’s very much an intensification of the bindings, and starting to feel the warmth building.

49. Share calendars
50. Checklist!
51. Communicate-

• Wants
• Fantasies
• Needs
• Events

52. Serve you “In Public”…

• tanning salon, let them all know you have your slave to lotion/towel/dry/dress you
• Work runs- drive, change your shoes, primp your outfit, carry your bag…

53. Explore.. um… yeah… god.. (yes, bluuuushing)..

• Learn to give good b/j
• Taste his cum
• Swallow it
• Share it with you

54. Tell you things like #53
55. Train my ass-

• Your use
• Finger
• Toy
• Cock
• Plugs- for “at the moment” and to learn to wear extended

56. Take spankings
57. Be your lil boy 🙂
58. Be your Knight!
59. Restraints-

• tie me
• cuff me
• bind me
• strap me
• CB3000? (ulp)

60. Body Paint- to your direction, either on me, or under your guidance, to paint you
61. Clamp me, as you wish-
62. Go to clubs
63. Send you cards and notes
64. Give you gifties!
65. Take you shoe-shopping, as your personal fitter
66. Love you… and accept/believe in YOUR love for me 🙂

Okay, so there’s the  66 Ways I Want To Please m’Lady Mommy, that I thought of for now.  I’m sure that the moment I post this, I’ll come up with a zillion more, or wish I’d been able to express this better, or expound on this, that or the other thing; I’m also sure that there are things that I missed as I tried to write everything down all at once, that when you remind me, I’ll say, “Duh, bad bad babyboy!”…and as you can see, some things I put in as “sub-items” that may or may not shoulda been their own number- but I was trying not to make it artificially more, too, lol.

So, right now it’s after 10, so 2 hours +  in the separator… and I’m going to post this and then I’m going to go cuuummmm, cuz I’m squirmy and need that bad, and wanting you deeply… and I’m planning to come back with just one more edit, to go below this…

Love you m’Lady Mommy. Love you deeply, totally, and want you to make me even more yours, and please you and serve you and be the best lilboysubbyKnight that you’ve ever had!

xoxoxo

d-

 

As I said last night, I had one more thing in mind, to edit into this post; and since it worked, here it is, for m’Lady Mommy “Fly on the wall”! 🙂

After posting this, and proceeding to the bedroom, I obtained lube, and plug, and towel, and proceeded to undress.. and there in my bed, with my cock still strapped, I touched and stroked and lubed, and slowly slipped the plug into my ass… and then, used my fist and felt m’Lady Mommy’s soft hot wet pussy surround me, and felt her fucking me, and could *feel* her with me, using her babyboy…and it wasn’t very long til I came… hope you like!

Ready…

 

Drat! Well, I’ll send it to you in email, cuz we can’t upload video… oops!

d-

Daydreams-

There have been several things lately, that I’ve noted mentally that I want to write out… but somehow they never seemed to come together in my head, to the point where I could write them as fully as I’d like; so I thought I’d take a moment tonight, and just put down some of the little flashy-visuals that I’ve had, and some parts of the much longer involved fantasies that have been in my head as well.

These are going to be rather random, and I’m not going to try to group them as to “when” or “What else” I was thinking. I’m just going to blurt…

…You were bad, so I instructed you, “Go and bring the blue rope here.” You did, and placed it in my hand; I then directed you,
“Remove your clothing. Every stitch. Take a cushion from the setee, one that you think looks nice- because it will now be known as your punishment cushion. Place it on the floor in front of me, and kneel on it; head up, hands out..”
I watched as you did these things, and as you looked up at me, nude and hands outstretched, I leaned over and quickly tied a shibari-cuff around your arms, and said, “Now, lean over, ass high, arms on floor… and when instructed to “Take your punishment position”, this is your sequence; bring rope, strip, obtain cushion, kneel, arms out for tying, then lean over with ass up… and as you lower your head, you will say to me, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

Your eyes went black at my words, and you said softly, as instructed, “Please may I have my punishment now, I know I need it.”

So, as you knelt with your arms bound, and head down on them, with your ass lifted high and bare, I put one knee to the floor next to you; and placing my left hand on your back, I carefully, deliberately, spanked each cheek five times, one after the other, firmly.

As I did, you wriggled.. you squirmed… you gasped… you whimpered… and you puddled…

***

We had been searching and searching, and finally found the perfect set of collars; his and hers. Soft, supple, created to our design, so each was an intricate and intimate reminder to the subbies we are, of the ownership and Dominance that we would give to the other.

We decided that rather than placing on our own necks, the first time, we were going to make the ceremonial collaring as special as our own selves, and our joining one to the other as Dominant and Submissive…

I had set several candles out, and prepared the incense; as you stood before me, eyes down, waiting… I said quietly, “My darling, my sweet little one, are you ready and sure of this?”

“Yes, Oh yes,”…

Together, we moved around the room; lighting each candle in turn, until the room was softly flickering in the light.. the incense filling the air.. and I slowly, gently, very tenderly kissed you, and slowly, gently undressed you; as you stood there, nude female before her clothed male, I admired your beauty, and could see your eyes softening, deepening, as you let yourself feel your own submission rising within you…

I took your hand, and told you that the first part of the ceremony is to prepare you, and as your Dom, it was my job to do so… so I led you to the bath, filled and scented with oils and bubbles.. and carefully guided you into it, where I washed your hair, your skin, your body. Hair was removed, until you gleamed soft and smooth; oils and lotions applied, and gentle towels…

Pressing your shoulders gently, you sank to your knees before me; I stood looking down at you, and made this vow:

“I will cherish you; i will care for you; I will always remember that as your Dominant, my primary job is to give you what you need, be it soft care, or swift pain; I will use you as you need to be used, and pamper you as you deserve to be pampered. I will seek always to ensure your safety and protect your heart, to the very best of my abilities.”

And you replied to me,
“I will obey, and trust, and give you my gift of self; I will submit to your desires, knowing that you are seeking only to fulfil my submissive needs, and always to give fully and joyfully, as I know that will please you; I trust that you will care for me, and while I may not always know why I’m to do things, I will know in my heart that they are for my own satisfaction.”

So, I took out the collar, and asked you to lift your hair, and said,

“This is the only time I will ask, and not instruct, my darling. Will you wear my collar?”

“Yes, Daddy Lord Sai, I will wear it proudly.”

Fastening the collar around your neck, I claimed you and bound you to me… and lifting you to your feet, I led you to the bed where I claimed my sweet little darling by filling her with myself, as we joined deeply and happily together.

***

We found our seats, on the airplane for our escape; settling in, buckling seatbelts, pulling a snatched blanket over our laps, we grinned, we giggled, we kissed and squeezed hands. Takeoff, and holding hands tightly, heads turned to each other, oblivious of the crowds around, kissing and smiling and whispering… dimming of cabin lights, shades pulled down, snuggling under our blanket, laughing at ourselves as we tried to entwine our feet, tried to get even closer… a little gasp, as my fingers teased up your thigh, slipping your skirt higher under the blanket, finding a pantiless mound shaved smooth and soft… a squirming wriggle, as your little fingers found my zipper, and unzipped, unsnapped, opened my pants…
pausing as the steward offered drinks, using the tray to help hide our movements… shifting in the seats, adjusting, slipping onto my lap and laying sideways, letting your thighs fall open a bit, so I could access your sweet juices, smearing fingertips around & finding that sexy hot steamy puddle…
feeling your hand grasping me, moving my balls, softly stroking… your fingertips across the slit, lifting my leaking precum to your mouth for a taste, your eyes closing as you sucked it off…
more whisper movements, turning, sliding onto me more fully, spreading legs… guiding fingers, probing cock, opening pussy… heat, wetness, slick, cock entering, stifling your breath, holding your hips and caressing your breasts as you maneuver onto me…
fucking, slow and careful and quiet, little glances of “oh my god we’re doing this”, watching.. wondering, “can anyone tell? would we care? Oh my god, we’re fucking here…”
sharp spasms, deep pulses, deep fast breathing, shhhh… orgasms, sticky hot cum into you, leaking mixture down my shaft and balls… giggling cleanup sortof, shifting, side by side, holding, looking into each others eyes, laughing, caressing, playing in our “goop” together… loving you, feeling your love for me, slow drift to a nap, chuckling together and stuck together…

***

We sailed from NY on a hot afternoon, out the lower harbor, meeting the Atlantic swells; the day was bright, sunspots glittering on the water, Lorelei making a rainbow with her bow wave in the wind. Laughing, talking, sharing and pleased as we slipped away from land, and work and  jobs and worries and cares.
As we sailed out, in the bright hot sun, we stripped, and I pulled you to me, feeling your sweet brown body with mine, tucking you next to me, showing you how we adjust sails and rudder, teaching you to bring Lorelei alive in your hands; we laughed at the spray, chilly across our overheated skin. We ensured I wouldn’t burn to a crisp, my yankee-winter-white skin so pale compared to yours, the sharp smell of the sunblock filling our noses, the tang of the salt air, the sound of rushing water and crackling sails, our laughter as you looked backward at the wake, rather wiggly…

We sailed, and we laughed, and we made love there in the cockpit, joining together in peaceful happy giddy togetherness, sharing love and experiences and learnings..

So we laughed and sang and loved, and sailed away…

***

That will do, for now- I wanted to get some of this out there, for you my darling; m’Lady, my Lily, my sweet love… There’s so much more I want to say, and will, but for now that will do. Just remember this-

I love you

Subby and Little and Oh My

My Mommy and I just got to spend FOUR whole nights together- well, one was short because of an early flight, but still- from Tuesday through Saturday, last week, we were together! She needed to go explore a little city as a potential place to live, if/when she needs a move, and joy! Imagine the thrill in me, when she told me that she wanted me to join her there, and share in her looking, and participate in her explorations!

By the time my flight to her rolled around, I was pretty subby- and by the time I’m writing this, (after returning home and to work and family and such), I’m even deeper so, and much, much littler than I’ve been before. Or, rather, if not littler, it’s a deeper and safer and more intense feeling, than ever before. Plus, the time we spent sharing laughter and sex and games, and wallowing in massages and foot worship and periods, in being bound and collared, wearing the Gate of Hell and leather separator, and kissing her sweet, sweet tears-

Oh.

My.

God.

I’m not sure how to express the deepening connection, the stronger-than-ever-before feelings I have, toward and about my darling lover; I know it’s intense, I know I’m loving the feelings, and I know deep in my heart, that she is feeling it too, as much as I.

She has to be out-of-touch, for the next few days, for a memorial service- and already, I miss her terribly, so much so it feels like an ache deep inside; but I can also feel her holding me, as she told me and showed me so often, “I’ve got you baby”… and that feeling is wonderful, to know she’s holding me, that she’s protecting me and won’t let anything bad happen…

Have you ever been subby and clit-fucked, by your Domme? She held me close, with my legs spread, and her clit as hard as a little cock, and pressed to me, rocking her hips as I do when I’m inside her… and I could *feel* her entering me, fucking me, stretching me- I called it my phantom pussy, that she fucked with her clitty-cock… such an amazing feeling, I’ve never experienced anything like that before, and have no idea if I ever will again. But, we were so close, so tightly wrapped into one another, it was nothing short of amazing- thank you mommy! Thank you for fucking your babyboy so well, mmmphf!

Have you ever been bound up in steel & leather, by your lover, and had her lift the end rings with her tongue? And, shortly after that, had her slide her puddling pussy onto your cock, and let her bloody sweet juices run into that leather, down your balls and ass, and ride the cock that she owns and known, absolutely known, that beyond the sheer heated sexiness of it, that you belong totally and completely to another?

Have you ever held her Chakras, in turn? Left hand on her heart, right moving from root, to sacral, to solar plexus, then shift and hold right on her heart, left to her throat, third eye, and crown? No? Well, do so- the sharing, the intense closeness, feeling her shudder as the emotional energies run from her, into you, and vice versa- DO IT!

My darling, my love, my Domme, my Mommy- thank you, for sharing yourself with me, for allowing me to give myself to you so deeply, and for the sweetest and most precious gift of all, for letting me be there for you and with you, and to drink of your juices, your piss, your lips, and your tears.

I love you.

Strapped and Separated

Bound to you

Mommy instructed me to write to her, about a new experience we had today. i put on a cock/ball separator strap that we’d used before, when we visited a sex-club together, back in February, as a means of binding tightly to her. We have bound my cock before, of course, using makeshift things- a cut up piece of purple hairband, and some soft purple yarn; and, as i say, she’s had me in the strap separator another time. But, this time, i’m reallly little; and needed, very badly, to feel even more tightly bound to mommy, to feel her claiming me, my cock, myself, as her very own.

So, on our day when i normally go commando, (and she wears panties), she’d told me that i should get out the strap, and bind myself for her, for as long as i could tolerate without chafing. As we say, “mmmphf”. God. And omg, even.

There was a little difficulty due to a visit from Hurricane Irene, in the simple logistics of getting the strap out and on; because i was unable to get to the office, i had to work around the household. i did manage, finally, to get into the drawer unobserved, and slip it in my pocket. Throughout the morning though, up until that time, i was extremely aware of my own heartbeat, my own breathing, and felt constantly, the tug in my belly, to do this for mommy. i didn’t want the fall-back of a yarn-wrap, i wanted to do this right, with her first-choice of bindings; so, when i did get my hands on the strap, i was already excited and nervously anticipating, and could feel that, too.

i went down to the half-bath immediately, and latched the door… and mommy, god- i dropped my jeans, and was dripping a bit already, just from thinking bout it. i rolled the leather in my hand a bit, warming the studs, feeling the textures… watching myself in the mirror, trying to envision what it would look like if you were reclining in a big cozy chair, like a throne, observing as i carried out instructions. Then, i took a big breath, and wrapped the long strap around my balls and cock, and snapped it into place- i gulped, i remember, as the snaps went “click….click” and the leather squeezed into my flesh.

Looking down, to wrap the thinner straps, i started with my right side.. pulled my ball out, lifted the strap over.. and “click”.

Again, this time on the left side…”click”.

And i just stood and breathed a moment, eyes closed, hand cupping myself, letting myself feel the sensations, the tightness of the straps, the feeling of heat… i felt… owned….subby…lil. i felt… you… your hands… your voice. i felt… loved… proud… nervous… and hot, my cock just grew… i didn’t stroke, but let my hand roll around my trapped balls, and across my shaft a moment.

Then, i pulled my jeans up, and zipped, buttoned, and fastened my belt. i was commando, of course- which is always sortof extra-special, in jeans, the denim is rougher and tighter than my work pants. Then, i had to work- so i went to my chair, picked up my work computer again, and started back into the workday. But, there wasn’t a moment that i wasn’t aware of you. Not an instant that i wasn’t feeling that strap, that tie that connected us tighter than the yarn ever has; there’s no adjusting the amount of tension, on the ball-strap parts (although you could move one snap bigger on the long part, i didn’t, i put it tight as it would go). So, there was constant pressure, whether i was sitting still, or as ofen happened, wriggling around.

I had to remove it, for a couple hours in the mid-afternoon; but there was no lessening of the sexual tension, and the feeling of being yours, during that time. I was as aware of you then, as ever- partly because i spent that time thinking of you, and imagining your reaction, hoping that you’d be pleased, hoping that you’d be proud of me, and hoping that you’d feel how deeply i am yours. When the time came to remove it, i’d asked mommy if i could show her, if she would watch me, that i really wanted to show her… so, we jumped to yahoo, and i turned on my cam- and although it froze, she got to see it all bound up for her, and see the initial removing part.

Mmmmphf. Hot as hell, to be showing my mommy lover, how i strapped for her, wore it most of the day, just for her, feeling her eyes watching, knowing that it was her little hands undoing me…

So, what are the differences, between this and the yarn, or the hairband? Physically, it’s much stiffer; can feel the texture and pressure more consistently, too, because there’s no stretch throughout the day. It doesn’t loosen a bit, so the third hour is as tight as the first minute, the end of the day has as much tension as the beginning. That alone is a difference that makes me much more aware of it, i think; as the yarns heat and soften, and because they are more flexible, i tend to notice heat more than pressure; especially in a full-wrap. This isn’t something i’d even thought of as such, until contrasted with the leather.

Emotionally, though, was much different. This is “official”, sortof- there’s no mistaking the weight, the authority of the leather straps, and the snap, as it’s put on. It made me feel little, and very very subby… and very anxious to please you, and have it be exciting for you, too. It made me think of the night you put me in it, and i wore it for you, while we ventured forth to adventures with another, and i could picture the deep black of your eyes, from that night, and translated it to monday…

i do know, there’s a bit of trepidation, when i’m lil, and so deeply- and i can’t tell you i don’t feel it too, in reverse, cuz i know i’m needing a lot of Domme… but mmmphf, m’Lady Mommy… bind me, take me, own me, fully and thoroughly and totally…

xoxoxo
d-

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