Primal Futo

December 4th, 2014

This week’s class was on primal play. I’ve only done a small amount of this, but it is interesting to me. The presenter, the instigator, was entertaining as always. People talked about walking barefoot in the woods, about losing control, about the dangers of the beast within us. A very enjoyable class overall.

After, there were so many people in the room. He and I just stood their, practicing one knot over and over in the center of the room. But then there was futo confusion, so we settled down for a teaching/practicing moment. Figuring on evening out the pain, I gave him the opposite leg from last week. The other bottom being tied was just as confused as me by the pain. Yes, I said, it hurts on the inside, but it’ll hurt on the outside once you go up, don’t worry. I lay and relaxed into the rope and he tossed my leg back and forth. Then he sent me crawling for the lift gear. I brought it back to the point, and we rigged up.

Up in the air, fuck the pain, and why the hell does my jaw hurt? Ugh! Tense neck and shoulders, focus, cradle my head. You okay? Yeah, just, ugh, hate upside down. But the tie is working well, I entwine my free leg and try to relax. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back. Better? NO! Lets it drop, he pulls my shirt down over my face, and I settle into the darkness and pain. Fearful that he’s getting the dragontail, but settling deep.

Thud! Fuck! What the hell. A few more hard strikes, and I flail about freeing my vision to see he has the rhino cock. Fuck. My hip hurts without support, so he arches me back and ties my wrist to my ankle to give it some tension. Now my wrist And my hip hurt, but it’s better, as I twist my leg, settling my foot against my ass.

Spinning slightly as he takes aim for more strikes. I shove my free arm into my mouth to muffle the screams. And then I lose it, climbing right up and grabbing the ropes above me, growling and glaring out at him like a trapped cat while he laughs. He strikes again, and I’m kicking out and getting more tangled in the ropes. Fighting, but helpless.

He keeps hitting and I keep lashing out and arching and flailing and kicking. The subby part of my brain is confused by my fight response, but for the rest of me it feels right this night. More strikes and I curse and growl and glare, biting my arm to keep the noise low. As he circles and strikes. Settling into the pain, one hand on the ground for balance, as I try to keep my circle ahead of his.

Finally my body is angry, my hip is screaming louder than me and my back is pissed off from the torquing. I slump down, calling out for him. I’m done, back pain is bad. And he unties the lift line and slides me down. Down and grinning and happy. He unties quickly, and I flatten out, wincing. My foot got more numb this time, though the ankle was tied more loosely. So that’s how we turn me primal, string me up in a futo and beat me. He laughs and shares with the room. He drops the rope onto my chest and heads off to the other suspension in progress.

I cover my face with it for a moment and then sit up, bury my face in the hemp again, breathing deeply. I hear comments about it, and him explaining the true hemp smell of his rope. I don’t care, it’s mine right now, this moment.

Aware again, I start to sort out the strands, but I can’t my hands are still shaking. I stop and  dig them into the pile in my lap. Clench tightly to keep from shaking, I close my eyes and breathe. I can feel the tears at the edges, but he is busy and the room is full of strangers, so I hold on, breathe, feel the rope, enjoy the flow of energy returning to ground.

Finally back to calm, I sort the strands, and tie them up. Beautiful ligature marks on my legs, bruises forming on my ass and hips. I go to him and snuggle in against his chest. Thank you. Such a good scene.

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Rope, Rhino Cock, and a Balancing Act

February 13th, 2014

What would you like?

Sideways or face-down?

Or do you want to float?

I can float face-down.

Clothes off to get them out of your way?

Sure.

Stripped down to a black bra, red fishnet stockings and shiny black boots.

He pulls out the hemp that we had learned is really 5mm that day. Two hanks for the hip harness. There is so much going on, noise and light and people, it takes me a bit to focus down into the rope as he ties. We are in a corner though, so it’s not so bad.

Tight around my hips, through the crotch, down to the thighs. The smell of help reaches my nose, my fingers hooked on a carabiner above my head to keep steady. The biner slide in on the backs of my thighs, only a little pinching.

Then he’s up for the chest harness. Wraps above and below the breasts, hooked into the ring. Now the lift line and I’m up, leveled out, tied off. Run fingers through one spot to smooth the skin. He grabs the cloth and supports my head, over my eyes. Darkness and floating. I feel like I’m spinning, but I can’t tell how fast. Arms pulled up to cross behind my back. I float there, sinking in.

A couple light snaps of a dragon tail, but then he’s gone again, taking care of the engineer. And I disappear for a little while. Gone into the ropes and the darkness and the slow spinning.

And he is back with the sting. There’s some dragon tail, but it’s not long before he pulls out the new toy. The rhino cock. Beating my inner thighs while I squeal and twist. He smacks a breast and my hands come down protectively. Back to my thighs, and my hands go away. Another breast hit and they return. So tender in this position. He pinches a nipple and I all but yank his hand away.

What are you doing? Protecting your nipples?

That too.

My chest is starting to hurt from all the twisting and writhing, it feels better to have my arms down. I arch my back to take some more pressure off. But every smack comes with a twist and a howl.

Are you about done?

Soon.

A few more strikes, but then he’s onto something new.

I hear the clink of chain – fear and anticipation run high.

Nipple clamps, first one, and a scream and then the other, more screams.

Okay, but can I come down now?

No.

Please?

Not yet.

I breathe into the pain and arch my back to help my chest. And he adds weight to the clamps, Eliciting whimpers and screams. More weight. He wants to get it all the way to the floor.

He pulls the blindfold off and I can see all the metal bits he’s attached to the clamps – forceps and flesh clips and another set of nipple clamps, all the way down.

He gets up and lets down my legs so I can stand. But oh, we are not done yet. He yanks on the line attached to my nipples, adjusts a few things for stability and then hooks it up to the top of the suspension beam. His eyes light up and he grabs a water bottle, resting it on the clamped nipples.

Then he starts to untie, and it falls off. He replaces it, but it slides off again fairly quickly. This time he returns with the stun gun, which he sets upright on the floor in front of me. A meaningful look and the water bottle is replaced once more.

Don’t drop it.

I stare hard at the water bottle, gauging the levelness of the water. Focusing solely on keeping the water inside from moving. Keep it balanced. He returns to untying, pulling and yanking, but I growl and glare at the water. Keeping it steady while he works.

He gets to the chest harness and I panic a bit. He is only a little careful, but I am more. It does not fall. I am still glaring at it when he comes around and picks up the stun gun. He puts it right above my mound.

It didn’t fall!

You’re right, it didn’t fall.

He moves behind me and yanks me back. I scream and tears fall as the whole line of metal attached to my nipples falls to the ground. Leaning against his chest crying for a moment until he steps back and grabs the still-attached clamps. Oh gods no.

He’s grinning and nodding.

Ready?

No.

1, 2, 3.

Squealing orgasm.

1, 2, 3.

And another, the pain isn’t nearly as bad as the fall a moment ago.

Breathing, happy, hugs and kisses.

Thank you, sir.

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