A group of kinky friends went away for a long weekend in the woods. It was absolutely delightful. A relaxing few days of food, fellowship, and floating. Salt water is so much better than chlorine. Also, fruit snacks might be my new aftercare munchies.
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Fire and cupping was my first scene with SF. Backside first, warming the skin in the slightly chilly room. And then running a handful of cups from shoulders to calves. The feeling is so unique, and my body can’t really keep track of all the individual cups, even with them spread out. Not once they sink in. I try to count, shifting a bit, but I keep missing a couple. SF reminds me by wiggling them by hand, up and down my body. Then pulling moans from my throat as he pulls them free.
Turning over so we can see each other as SF runs the wand over my skin just a little bit more. Hands and teeth and skin, all heated by fire. Kisses and hunger and wanting. Leads to more a little later on. Delicious.
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He arrived a bit late, but we made up for it with several scenes in one night, one after another. But not until after I dropped His entire water cup on the wrestling mats. Gotta get back in practice and my arms in proper shape for balancing cups again.
It started with His signal whip. I stood nearby while He whipped another, when they were done, stepped up. Clothes quickly gone to give clear targets. Standing beneath the suspension rig, chin up, hands behind my back. Whip kissing my chest, targeting the nipples over and over. Nice red kisses appear from chest to thigh. Turning around to decorate my back side, as well. Jumping and cursing and turning back and forth. He shows off my brightly grinning face to the watchers as I start to overheat and we finish the scene with a hug.
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I do not remember what led to the nipple clamps coming out. But it was quickly followed by a new pair of forceps. And a discussion about which would hurt more. This, of course, leads to science, and frightening a few people with my pain. Taunting us with the hemostats, but I beg Him not to add them, and relents with a wide grin.
Clover clamp on left nipple, and padded forceps on the right. Hooking the other clove clamp to the bottom of the forceps, of course, so they could be fucked with in tandem. Serving both Him and science with my pain. The nipple clamps a more pointed sharp pain, as the forceps pad was more than twice the size, but much tighter. Both extremely painful, just slightly different flavors.
Sent to get water while the dangle, I walk gingerly to the kitchen and back, raising a few sympathy brows. He catches me in the kitchen, wanting to add weight, but the suspension ring is too much. Settling for a carabiner instead. Fuck.
Not many watchers left by the time I get back. My suffering for Him. Pulling up the chain, all the way back to my feet. Working to hook it to the suspension rig as I try very hard to keep my breathing calm through the excruciating pain. Must not hyperventilate, must keep control.
Eventually, it is too much, and I let Him know. He drops the chain and I crumble to the floor. Dreading what is to come. The clover clamp is off first, a squeal and doubling over against Him. Getting just the edge of my breath back before He takes the forceps off. I shriek, landing against Him, my face against His thigh, sobbing, hands on nipples. Until I can finally raise my head and see how much He enjoys my tears.
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Things are a little blurry after that as I drink water and redress, mostly. Until He pulls me up again a little while later with rope in hand.
The chest harness goes smoothly, wraps above the breasts and below. This one feels low, but I trust the process. He attaches it to the ring and lean back into it. Feels really comfortable, only mild discomfort that will balance out with a lower angle. Step one complete.
I’m wearing a long skirt this time, so He has different options than normal for the lower harness. We try above and below my hips first, but it’s too much on my outer hips. We try sliding the ropes lower and higher. Until He settles into waist wraps, lower hip wraps and thigh wraps. Three points to distribute the weight. Much more comfortable.
Lowering my chest back to level out, and raising the lower harness until we even out to comfy. My hands behind my head to support my neck. Something still missing, so I ask Him to put my ankles up, too. Perfect.
Swinging gently, turning slowly, floating and happy. He starts working on a head line, but my body starts shaking a bit, and we abandon it to bring me down. An assist is called in to get me on my feet. Glassy eyed as He unties, pulling the ropes away one by one. Coming slowly back to earth as He shows me how to tie up the ropes. Tight hugs and cuddles on the couch to finish our evening.
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Much swimming, and relaxing, and watching people play, and having sex. I spent some time teaching SF to black his own boots, while cleaning up His for Him. A nice relaxing Saturday afternoon.
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There were thoughts of a knife scene, but SF needed taken care of, so I was invited into a sensual touch and massage scene with his other partner. Hands and nails. Bunny fur and knives. Grabby gloves and scratchy/soft paddle. Then full body massage as he dropped out of his head. A lovely end to a weekend of scenes. Followed by a bit of work on my neck and some snuggles until bed.
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All in all, a great weekend with lovely like-minded folk
