And amazingly, it was not the weekend of Winter Fire!

Despite being at a kink event and floating in and out of  D/s head space, the boy and I were more boyfriend/girlfriend during WF, rather than Mistress/boy. This is not a bad thing, of course. Head spaces change. But the next weekend, in Philly, we played with some heavy headspace, and had three bitchen’ scenes in three days.

They were a wonderful combination of outside inspiration, opportunity, and, if I may say so, my own innate brilliance.

Our first scene started as a punishment.

Anon has a variety of tasks he’s supposed to perform at different times, and one of them is to have a blog post up on our private blog every day before midnight. Currently, we’re playing a game of alphabetical fetishes – basically, we’re going though the FetLife kink list and talking about each one one by one to see what we’d like to explore. Other times, he has assignments I give him, or free writing to do – but either way, he has a post a day to write.

At some point before I came down, he was late getting one of the posts up, with no good reason. I decided on five minutes with the hated rubber bands as a punishment.  Anon despises the rubber bands, and I adore them, so using them for punishment is a happy medium.

I started by slipping the large rubber bands I have around his thighs and torso, and small ones on his upper arms. I blind folded him, and zip tied him to a chair, ankles to the legs, arms behind him and to the chair, and around his chest.

He’s always so pretty like that -  its a lovely combination of grumpy, fear, anticipation, and arousal. Poor Anon hadn’t come for at least a week, since Winter Fire. I kissed and petted him, straddling his lap across the chair.

Then I set the timer, and started snapping the bands.

It quickly dawned on me that 1) he was still quite demandingly erect and that 2) dude, I could totally fuck him in this position, and HOLY SHIT I bet that would suck for him!

I slid off, dropped my pants, and straddled him again, sliding his cock against me.

He whimpered and twitched adorably, trying to find enough room to move himself into me.

Once things got going, they really got going! I had never really caused someone that much pain while fucking them, nor fucked them in such a vulnerable position. And I can only assume that for him, having hot, hot sex while having the awful rubber bands used must have really been a mind fuck.

For five minutes, I rode him, snapped rubber bands wherever I could reach, all while he whimpered and begged forgiveness. After about a minute, he couldn’t even move because of all the sweat on the chair.

Before I really hit my stride, and before he could come, the timer went off, and punishment was over.

So, I dragged the chair around to the bed, grabbed the Tenga Egg that Vera of FYN had given to him for his help in packing up at WF, and decided to finish him with that. I thought it would be a delightfully humiliating way to end this scene  – and oh god, it was, and was so hot.

The egg is delightfully easy to use, and I had it lubed on on his cock in no time. Fun, easy to use, reusable – I am so getting more of these!

To me, the best part is that they’re clear – I could see his cock through the egg when it was pulled tight between strokes. You see, much like Margaret Cho, I love dicks. I love touching them, fucking them, playing with them, and most of all, seeing them ejaculate. I don’t know why, but if a cock isn’t inside me, I want to SEE it. It is a rival for my love of the look on Anon’s face when he comes – if only cocks and faces were closer…

When he came, which was rather quickly after I started, it was amazing to see his come hitting the inside of the egg – very hot. So, so very hot.

I clipped the zip-ties and bands off, and he collapsed on the bed. We cuddled up, and all was well in the world.

Except for the egg full of come. :)