SEX SLING CLASSIC
You wouldn’t look at me and think, “now that’s a woman who goes in for sex toys,” and not so long ago you’d have been correct. Of course this was before my best friend, Ashley, gave me my birthday present. At first I assumed this was her “joke” gift, but then she informed me she used a Sex Sling before and it changed her life. I have to confess it sat in my closet for a few weeks before I got up the nerve to ask my boyfriend if he was interested. I’m still mad at myself for waiting so long, and since I’m confessing, I’ve used it a number of times when I’m by myself.
SPREAD THE LOVE BAR
Between work, shopping, friends, family and various errands she was constantly on the go. I had started griping she was always running off when we could be spending time together. She obviously picked up on my concerns because when I came home that night, there she was in bed, covers pulled up to reveal the brand new teddy she was wearing. “So does this mean you’re in for the night,” I asked with a smile. She threw off the covers and revealed the neoprene bar cuffed to her ankles. “Does this answer your question,” she demurred.
“Tonight, my little boy toy, every bit of you belongs to me. And this, “she pointed to the cock cage that now imprisoned my favorite body part, “is all I need to have absolute control.” She threw her head back and let out a bewitching laugh. I’d known this woman for years, and we’d had some very intense nights, but she was completely different person this night, and I felt myself wondering if the girl I knew would ever come back. Secretly, I started to hope not.
ADJUSTABLE ROPE RESTRAINTS
Crawling around on all fours was nothing new to her. She loved to seduce her lovers from this position – and there was never any complaint from the targets of her affections. This night however, she was feeling ever more frisky than usual. The enchantress sashayed out of the bedroom and cozied up to her partner. “Perhaps you’d like to make sure I stay on my knees tonight,” she coed in his ear, and produced a rope with four adjustable cuffs. His eyes widened with excitement, almost knocking his wine glass over the coffee table at the very mention.
INTRO TO S&M KIT
A handwritten note greeted me at the front door. My boyfriend isn’t much for leaving love letters, so I was both shocked and intrigued when I read the titillating instructions: “On the table you will find a blindfold to confound the senses; a pair of furry cuffs to assure resistance would be futile, and a flogging whip to make sure the futility was permanent. Put on the cuffs and blindfold and deliver the whip to me in the bedroom. Follow the scent of jasmine.” Quivering with excitement, I did as I was directed.
WRIST & ANKLE RESTRAINT KIT
There I was. Bound like a wild animal in the back of my own SUV, wrists and ankles securely strapped as per my girlfriend’s request. To be honest I was resistant to this idea at first, but the playful glint in her eyes made it increasingly obvious how turned on she was getting from the thought of having me at her mercy. Truth be told, she would work herself up into such a frenzy just trying to talk me into wearing the restraints I finally started fantasizing about it too. Naked and tied in the back of my own vehicle, she took the wheel and we drove off into the night. To say we were both surprised at the flashing red and blue lights behind us would be a gross understatement.
BEGINNER’S HAND CUFFS
I was by no means a “beginner,” yet every now he would tell me to bring out the “Beginner’s Cuffs,” and I, as ever, dutifully obliged. He delighted in seeing how many different positions he could mold my body, and I enjoyed the intense pleasure these positions brought him. I knew the importance of a daily stretching routine, because the importance of nightly stretching was paramount to our creative role play.
Ordinarily the cuffs were strapped tight around her wrists, and wrapped around the back. I enjoyed this because I imagined it made her gorgeous body and open playground to my desires. Tonight however was a different story. The cuffs were firmly in place to remind her of the role she was playing, but this time the connecting fabric was looser than usual. “This time,” I playfully growled, “ you’re going to need both hands.” She wasn’t sure what I meant exactly, but her smile informed me she was more than willing to comply.
Bound in the bedroom with nothing to contemplate but the night’s upcoming erotic adventures, she waits. Anxiously. Obediently. Silently. Wild eyes dart back and forth as well-shaped arms test once again the resiliency of the restraints. Lost in a whirlwind of wild and passionate thoughts with no way to verbally communicate, her mind once again takes her to places she ordinarily dared not dream of.
It was a stupid fight, and I admitted I was wrong, but I didn’t want him holding a grudge. I emailed him in fairly provocative terms noting I was willing to “do anything it took to receive forgiveness.” The fact he pulled into our driveway 3 hours ahead of schedule assured me this night would be a memorable one. I stood, semi-concealed, at the open doorway of our home in my bra, panties, and a pair of my sexiest “do-me” pumps. I attached the collar around my neck, held the blindfold seductively between my teeth, and handed him the leash. “I’m ready to make it up to you, darling, ” I purred. His eyes bulged almost as big as his.
BREATHABLE BALL GAG
She lost the bet and I intended for her to honor it. She loves to talk. She talks on the phone, talks to the neighbors, talks to strangers, and talks to me while I’m trying to watch TV. But she lost the bet, and I was in for a night of blissful silence. Of course she spoke right up until the second I placed the ball gag in her mouth, and then nothing. A conquering champion I strode to the couch to finally watch my show in peace. It didn’t dawn on me that she’d find other ways to distract my viewing pleasure, nor did I realize at that time how much I would come to encourage her soundless distractions.
BED BONDAGE RESTRAINT KIT
It was our anniversary, and while we enjoyed traditional celebrations, we also shared a common love of the less conventional, more stimulating ways of commemorating certain occasions. Since I was the one who thought of it, he was the one who would be bound on our special night. We went to our favorite restaurant, and when we got home, I strapped him in and started kissing and caressing his body until the doorbell rang. I told him I’d just be a minute. It was my sister. She popped in to surprise us with a bottle of Champagne. I coyly told her my other half had been suddenly bedridden, but we shouldn’t waste the bubbly. Needless to say by the time my sister left, he was more anxious than ever to culminate our romantic evening.
You wouldn’t look at me and think, “now that’s woman who goes in for sex toys,” and not so long ago you’d have been correct. Of course this was before my best friend, Ashley, gave me my birthday present. At first I assumed this was her “joke” gift, but then she informed me she uses a Sex Sling before and it changed her life. I have to confess it sat in my closet for a few weeks before I got up the nerve to ask my boyfriend if he was interested. I’m still mad at myself for waiting so long, and since I’m confessing, I’ve used it a number of times when I’m by myself.
Stroke after exhilarating stroke, the flogger was brought down upon my yearning and receptive flesh. At times there was almost a musical rhythm to the frenzy, but it seemed every time I had figured out the pattern, the cadence was changed; sometimes very slightly, other times, maddeningly so. Nevertheless, regardless of the unrelenting crack of the whip, I never asked for it to stop. We both knew our parts, and thank heavens, we both relished in our roles.