Bondage to Blow Jobs
I talked to Dom A today and I am, now, per his request full of toys. My ass and my pussy are both nice and plugged as I sit here and type to you. I very much playing with Dom A but know I am a disappointment to him because of my fascination-aversion to bondage. I always say I prefer physical restraint, physical being, to me beat down into submission as opposed to using actual bonds because I believe I am severely claustrophobic. This phobia even prevents me from getting some cosmetic orthodontic work done because I would have to have my jaw wired shut and I am to afraid to do it.
All I can think about when it comes to things like having my jaw wired shut or being bound is what if something goes wrong and all of those possible scenarios play in my head. Some will try to reassure me with things like a safe word or signal but I feel if you need to use one of those, as a Dom, you have already failed. Plain English and body language should be enough to tell you what you need to know and if it is not then you should not be doing whatever it is you are planning.
Perhaps it is a harsh viewpoint but it is mine and I stand by it safe words are bull.
When ever I talk to Dom A though I get bombarded with images of bound women dancing in my head. Now all this phobia talk is not to say I do not get bound but I never have been in a way that if I really wanted too, I could not escape.
I worked a private party, I was reminded of it from a call, in fact the last call. Where there were two of us girls bound to horses on our backs with our heads hanging off the end of the horse. We were bot on either side of the entrance to the party-room like gargoyles with out mouths open so anyone entering could use our mouths for their pleasure before preceding to the show. I am not sure if I could get out of the bounds but I was drunk and my Master kept me that way for the few hours I lay there mouth opened to be used before, during and after the show and while I could hear little from the music in the main part of the empty club I knew whatever was going on inside there must have been pretty intense because there was not really more than 5 minutes that either mine or the other girls mouth was not in use.
My arms were at my sides and I was belted at the chest waist and thighs. My legs bent at the knee off the end of the horse.
After each man came in my mouth my Dom made me rinse and swallow a half shot of 151 unless it was not their pleasure and they wanted the cum of the other still fresh in my mouth for lube. Anything that was on my face was left there. I almost felt like what I imagine it would feel like to be a bukake slut. Yes, that is a fantasy of mine and while it has happened on the small scale, the gang bang scale, it has never happened on the 50+ scale I would like it to happen on. I want to look like a glazed dough-nut!
The private party was one of the closest examples of real bondage I have been in. There have been many bondage light scenes but never anything that I was sure I could not escape.
