Posts Tagged ‘Bound’


Crazy, Sexy Weekend, Part 1: Fetish club, McDonald’s

September 27, 2008

Another crazy ass night that I need to recap just for my own sake.

Pre-Bound: Rae came over (late!) with her line up of shirt and panty options to compliment the rest of her lovely schoolgirl outfit – a very short, very fashionable plaid skirt, white thigh highs, black collar and black, pole climbing boots – we eventually decided on a black lace balcony bra of mine and a cut up tee to complete the ensemble. Having expressed to me a desire to get a bit healthier, I came up with a strict diet to start Wednesday that excludes fried food, soda, and hard cheeses. So, of course, we decided then to make a trip to McDonald’s at the end of the night. We take the metro all the while pontificating on subspace and gaining a bit of attention. I swear Rae strutted the whole way to the place, got us a bit more attention.

Bound: Got there early and got in free (woo hoo!) We must have been pretty smokin for all the compliments we received on our outfits and …generally being two hot ladies all flirty with each other. I recall leaving Rae in the club as I went to powder my nose, a very lovely young woman told me she was jealous of my girlfriend. Ego boost++. Every drink I got was just piled with more cherries due to a generous bartender – the first drink was 4, the second was 8 and the third was 10. I had a great time getting Rae to eat them all on her knees, from my fingers, from between my legs. Fantastic. We made our way to the Tesla’s coil (?) where Rae and I conducted all kinds of electric shocks to her most sensitive areas as well as some photography, some other curious girls’ tits and the very grateful owner of the device. Some song with a decent bass line came on and we danced with two hot, former strippers with a penchant for spanking “fucking gorgeous” asses.

Post Bound: Despite horny drunken guys leering, cat calling and attempting to flirt, Rae and I made a beeline to McDonald’s for yet another feast. Unfortunately, being hot shit we couldn’t be left alone to our flash-fried banquet and two guys who thought themselves to be the only ones in the world who loved two hot women in school girl outfits talked at us for a bit. Yeah, ok. We ate up and left.

Post Post: My favorite part…throughout the night I took to cutting out little X’s made of electrical tape and sticking them all over Rae. Each one represented an infraction just made – readjusting her clothes, making too much noise during some physical pleasure, swearing, forgetting things…etc – and by the end of the night she had 12. I traded each with two paddle stokes to her cute lil ass, for each she squirmed and groaned and squealed. We kissed, undressed and went to bed. There may have been some fooling around.

Morning: But a few hours ago, I woke Rae up so she could run errands but decided a lite spanking would be great to start the day with. I bent her over my sofa and skimmed her thighs with the edge of the paddle, she whimpered so sweetly I just couldn’t bear to use it. Bare hand, bare bottomed spankings; can’t beat em. Afterwards, knowing full well she wasn’t counting I asked how many times I had spanked her. She didn’t know. I ran my fingers over the bright red marks on her ass, got a bit of skin between my fingers…”20!!” she exclaims. lol, Good guess.

Gah I need a nap. Only 6 hours til the bf gets here with his new girlfriend for a movie, sushi, a fashion show and some clubbing. Stay tuned.


Craigslist Date, SMB Summer Masquerade: Success

September 21, 2008

I’ve gotten very adventurous in my online dating schemes lately – some people might call that desperation, whatever¬†– the most recent conduit’s been craigslist. I figure if it can find me a place to live and my first internship, craigslist must be good enough as a dating resource.

In a story of just supreme success, the craigslist contact who we’ll call Rae and I made a date for early Saturday evening, some drinks and some chatting. A lovely time. Unlike most dates where the awkward tension produces some of the most tedious chit-chat, the conversation went from zero to sex in less than an hour. We laughed and carried on and likely made spectacles of ourselves at the bar – all signs of a good date in the making. At some point, Rae mentioned that the date had to end at 8 because she was going to the Fetish Masquerade ball hosted by Bound on U Street. I had a bad experience last time I went but the fact that I lept at the chance to go with her when she offered says a lot about how splendid her company was. We then proceeded to the usual Dupont Circle sex stops – The Leather Rack and The Pleasure Place – to find me a mask (unsuccessful) and her a collar (very successful).

After a quick change of clothes and a few phone calls, I met up with¬†Rae and her roommate to go to the ball. I lent her my cuffs and leash (thanks to the Maryland RennFest!). Through a series of exasperating mishaps and wrong turns we all made it in just in time for a pyro performance. What a gorgeous sight the whole place was: the crowd was mostly attractive donned in masks and all kinds of costumes (I saw Marie Antoinette and a spartan). With Rae on the leash, we made our way straight to the violet wand area where I was given a quick lesson and Rae promptly received the stingy, ozone-fragranced fruits of my education. She may have made the mistake of telling me her most sensitive spots before I had the wand in hand. There was indeed something devilishly exciting about harnessing the very power of Zeus to extract all sorts of squirms and moans from her. We were starting to draw a crowd. The next stop was the St. Andrew’s Cross, the one constant in all these crazy BDSM events I’ve been to. Being without equipment, I relinquished Rae’s ass to some of the better equipped Doms, who went above and beyond to make her first experience on the cross a memorable one. At one point, the safe word got out – I was actually happy to hear her use it. Aside from that, I had the chance to catch up with old friends and meet new ones, some less welcome than others. Rae was terribly gregarious and an entertaining dancer; we had a spectacular time.

Eventually we left and I went to spend the night with her which included a McDonald’s feast and watching Secretary in our jammies; she came out on the other side of that night with a fantastic number of marks/bruises. AND we got motherfuckin IHOPs for brunch! THIS WAS A FIRST DATE. Just jawesome. Great Saturday night.