one evening through the next

I just got back from a little jaunt down to L.A., I didn't post about it before because I didn't have any openings to meet new play partners. When I wasn't playing I caught up with some old friends over tea at one of their 'new favorite places'. Royal T is sort of fun, the food and tea were tasty. I found myself more distracted by thoughts that I hope the waitress is getting paid well/ appropriately rather than by her cuteness. As the NY Times article describes it isn't really authentic cosplay, but simply inspired by it. There was also an art installation in the back called a port-a-party which was the size of a port-a-potty which was dark with a disco ball and lights inside and an Ipod facade on the outside. Not particularly interesting to me except the fact that it was so reminiscent of an isolation booth or cell! Being with vanilla ladies, I had to keep that observation and chuckle to myself...

Last week I had a delicious session spanning one evening through the next. I've been wanting to write and reflect on the experience but there were so many different elements that I haven't been able to find a way to summarize succinctly. Instead, I'll do something I haven't done in a while which is go back over the whole session. To begin at the beginning:

I arrived at the hotel and had my bags brought up to his room. It was wonderful to see him again, and after arranging and unpacking a few things I instructed him to drop his trousers- we had a dinner reservation to keep! The Access Denied belt was a tight squeeze and a bit of an awkward fit but it did fit. It was relatively easy to put on thanks to a bit of advice that P. had given me when it was gifted to me. Thanks P.. Besides the full double coverage and the solid belt, the locks are what really makes this device special. Like the Lori's Tube there is no getting out with bolt cutters. As we all know with the CB models one can get out if one really wants to- your Mistress may know and you will have to suffer the consequences (or lack thereof) but you can escape. The Access Denied belt is inescapable.

We arrived at Acquellero just in time, and were seated in the back sitting next to each other. The seasonal menu was a delight to choose from, and we both found things that suited our palates. He introduced me to a kind of Italian wine I had never tried before, and I had a lot of fun choosing cheeses from their display cart and watching the waiter perform 'cheese surgery' as I called it with a beautiful, very sharp and sexy, knife. It had been quite a while since we had seen each other so we had plenty to catch up about. Sitting next to him, I was able to discreetly reach between his legs and run my hands over the smooth hard surface area of the chastity belt. The viscerally unexpected cold hard sensation on my hand inspired me to take his and place it on my thigh.

On our way back to the hotel to change for the evening out I surprised him with a little stop over at Bourbon & Branch. Another, even more intimate setting. Under the table, I slipped out my Clejuso heavy handcuffs and snapped them on. They have an impressive list of spirits and I know he really enjoys good single malt whiskey. Our waitress is striking, with bright red hair and lovely defined features- not to mention a sharp eye and quick tongue. My mind wandered and I imagined her sitting across the table from me, holding my hand and perhaps kissing me while her high heel was dug into his crotch... I noticed that she was having a similar but different affect on my companion, he was obviously taken with her as well. I was glad to discover that we have the same taste in women! Our drinks arrived and the power dynamic became even less subtle, if it had been before, he of course unable to sip his scotch without my permission and assistance.

Back at the hotel, it became apparent that the belt wasn't a good enough fit on his body for long term wear. Ankle shackles and handcuffs in place, I unlocked his belt. Leather bondage sleeves laced up snugly over his arms. Mitts clipped back to force his hands into fists. Straps secured to make it inescapable. Clothing put on over the top so that we could head out to the club! The night club we attended was a weekly event that is supposedly a bondage/ fetish club but also attracts a big dance and goth crowd. It isn't really my scene or somewhere I would frequent otherwise, however the allure of being able to be in bondage in public where it isn't totally the norm yet isn't going to offend anyone is what brought us there. I ordered a drink for myself and water for him. I lounged on a sofa while he knelled at my side. There was a horrible, loud band downstairs and some horrible and possibly unsafe bondage upstairs. In his sport coat, black slacks, and black button down shirt with bondage mitts peeking out he was the best dressed man there, I thought.

Back at the hotel I secured Humane Restraints to his ankles and left the bondage mitts on for bedtime. I locked his ankles to my bottom bedpost and taped piss-pads to the floor underneath him so that I wouldn't have to wake up and he would have to lye in his own mess if he had to go in the middle of the night. A really hot fantasy, but the reality was that we had a big day planned for the following day and he wasn't getting enough sleep. Leaving his ankles secured together, and the bondage sleeves on only without the straps around his chest, I allowed him to sleep on the bed. Sometimes it is better to be flexible and make things work during longer scenes then forcing something that just isn't happening the way we or I planned. I still think that is a hot idea for an overnight and may try it again with someone who has an easier time sleeping in uncomfortable circumstances.

In the morning, eye contact restrictions were put into place. Indiscretions were met with a swift slap to his face, many of which were implemented throughout the course of the day. I woke and ordered breakfast for us. I allowed him to clean himself, and then I placed him into the full set of humane restraints including a belly strap as well as the puffy leather hood. I enjoyed my leisurely meal and coffee, feeding scraps through the mouth opening of the hood from time to time. When I was finished I went off to shower and removed his hood so that he could eat a proper breakfast and be ready for our day. We waited for my car to be brought around by the valet and then I drove us to my dungeon.

Once inside I made use of the upright metal cage. I locked him in and instructed him to remove his clothes while I prepared the dungeon and choose some things for him to wear. From upstairs I was able to look out over the entryway where he was locked up and watch him for several minutes without him noticing, finally he saw me. Surveillance is something I'd like to consider and work into more scenes and situations- it is really a turn on! I picked out stockings, panties, and a bustier. I would later enjoy the smooth soft stockings thoroughly. He had to dress while still in the cage. Several hours of heavy bondage and torture followed. Immobilized in a sleep sack, strapped down to a bondage table. Spread out standing upright, legs locked open. Pushed down on all fours on the spanking bench, ass spread. Erostek in play, such a variety of sensations and such intense pain yet no marks. After having spent so much time together, his submission was that much more satisfying. Knowing the man that he is, the power that he has, and that in that moment he is mine.

Back in the car and up to Union Square, not far from the hotel. I lifted eye contact restrictions just for sushi. Sushi was the perfect thing to nourish us and cushion us as we transitioned out of the dungeon into shopping time. I do think that in general Agent Provocateur is really overrated however their in store service was fantastic when we visited. I picked out two different lingerie sets to try on, and allowed him to peek once I found the right fit (thanks to the help of the lovely sales woman). I of course also punished him with a swift slap to the face behind the closed curtain of the dressing room for breaking the re-instated eye contact restrictions. He softly whispered "I'm sorry Mistress. I take full responsibility" A line I've adopted from the fabulous Mistress Kendra Knight. It is really the right thing for a sub or slave to say, so simple yet completely satisfactory. I found two sets, minnie and then one that has a beautiful rust colored classic flower brocade and lace trim but with a modern construction. We also popped into Betsey Johnson but didn't have time (or tolerance for the crowd) to do lots of looking there. I happened to spot a pair of really hot black patent pumps with just the right heel height, arch shape, and amount of toe pointiness- plus they were on sale.

Back at the hotel I stripped him and pulled out a surprise I had picked up while there. I slipped him into the rubber straight jacket and watched happily as his arousal became more than obvious. I slowly lowered him into the raised bathtub and started the water, letting it slowly fill over and around him while I got into my bikini. One of the reasons we had chosen this particular hotel was because of the spa, but we hadn't had enough time to enjoy it so I decided we were going to have a private soak up in our room instead. I made it a bubble bath and continued to tease and torment him until I was quite ready to rinse off. I brought him into the shower with me, which had two heads. Still in his straight jacket, I pissed all over his hard cock, marking my territory. In the living room of the suite I laid out the rubber sleep sack on the floor next to the couch. Encased, he writhed as I ramped up the erostek from my reclined position.

As the time grew near for us to wrap things up, both because of logistical constraints and because of our waning energy levels, I released him. We ordered dinner, and settled in to relax. To really just unwind and let go for a while we decided to watch some mindless television. He flipped through the channels and then landed on the cartoon network. The show Family Guy was on. We looked at each other and smiled. Do you like this show? Yes. Do you like this show? Yes! Not exactly how either of us expected to end the evening I think, but really relaxing none the less. I was glad we were both at a point already where we felt comfortable enough with each other to simply goof off. If it were a singular experience I would be very pleased and satisfied with it, as well as inspired in many ways. The fact that we will in all likelihood get to take much of our play to further heights in the future makes it even more exciting.

We got to discuss my fantasy for a group scene that he would be the center of. For the sake of discretion it is actually something I won't be able to talk about here... but just think about it- if it is too naughty for my blog it must be beyond fun! I'm really excited to be getting to try it out with someone that I'm building not only trust but more and more chemistry with. With luck we'll get to make it happen in May.

I already thanked you privately, but again it was such a pleasure!