Oh christ jesus

Interestingly enough, during the interlude between my last post and last night, I spent most of my time being top-py. I got to do a lot of tying up of Jay and tickling him until his face turned red and he was almost crying, which is ever so much fun :)

Meanwhile, most of the reason I wanted to post is that, for the most part, we just bummed around the house all weekend. Well, not the bumming, but what happened during the bumming, I suppose.

Jay had hopped in to the shower, and he comes out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and walks up to me where I am sitting on the couch in the living room and grabs my hand. I am assuming that he wants to drag me in to the bedroom, which I am amenable to, so I start to get up. He shakes his hand, and shoves it under the towel, so that I can have the wonderful experience of grabbing freshly shaven balls.

Since sincere fondling would not be a good idea in the living room, as my flatmates are home, I take the opportunity to drag him in the bedroom and thoroughly inspect them. I approve.

I then shove his hand in my pants, so that he can enjoy the fact that I at least trimmed my pubic hair. What can I say, I've been lazy. Then we get the great idea that, you know, since we're not doing anything else, why don't I go and finish the job?

It only took me forty minutes! Actually, I probably shouldn't be proud of that.

The snatch has not been this smooth and hairless since probably some time in the first W administration, something else I should probably not be proud of. At the very least, this is the first time in a long while I did not just try to do everything in the shower. That is a pain in the ass, almost literally. Thanks to the boobs, I really can't see anything down there when I'm standing up. It's hard enough to shove them far enough out of the way when I'm sitting to do so, but it does work a lot better.

Saying that we had sex (kinky sex!) after that is kind of anti-climactic, but we did, and it was good, and yes, it really was the first time I was the bottom since February.

I feel so naked!

I said no, no, no

It all started when Jay decided that he was interested in breaking out the Houdini. The plan was that he would wear it starting Wednesday morning, when he left my place, and it would stay on until Thursday night, when he got back.

During the day Thursday, I naturally made mention that perhaps it wouldn't be coming off Thursday, and instead would stay off the entire weekend. He wasn't sure what to make of that - it was one of those "I would hate and love that at the same time" things.

Me being me, it came off Thursday night, but that didn't mean that he was allowed to touch the penis, oh no. There was no penis touching allowed. At first he was grateful to just not be wearing the Houdini anymore, but I don't know that "grateful" really accurately sums up the rest of the night.

One of the side benefits of my working in an office now is that my nails have a chance to get really, really long, and I put them to very good use. It started with using two of my nails to pinch his nipples, but I decided they would work just as well, oh, everywhere else on his body. There was considerable squirming of the "I hate you don't stop" type.

I also broke out the crop and beat his ass for a while. That is intensely satisfying, since he can not only take a lot of pain, but his ass really does turn a nice rosy color really quickly.

And through it all, through it all, there was no touching of the penis. It eventually got to the point where he was informing me "Oh, so that's what blue balls feel like", which naturally, just added to my glee. I'm sure it wasn't so much fun for him, but I was certainly enjoying myself.

That's the thing. When I'm in charge, I am gleeful. He enjoys pain, and I enjoy inflicting it upon him, grinning like a deranged pixy the entire time. I took some time and came up with new ways to inflict pain, and it was great! Fingernails are truly, truly awesome - a stance which I previously have not held.

The only problem with any sort of denial play is that I don't usually last too long - neither of us does, really. Eventually we give in and fuck each other stupid, which we proceeded to do in this case. It wasn't for at least an hour and a half after we'd started though, so I was proud of myself for holding out that long.

And we were very, very stupid afterwards. Which makes it all the nicer to (eventually; it usually takes me a while to move) snuggle up together and fall asleep in each other's arms.

No, I've never done it before.

Dude! Giving guys blue balls is awesome.