2024-05-31 - Scene Report with Tim

Posted on June 03, 2024
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I haven’t really felt like writing a scene report, however there have been memories all weekend that kept surfacing for me. When my mind keeps going back to moments like this it’s when I really want to write. So… I guess I’m writing.

I didn’t intend on writing the full evening, just the moments that have been bubbling up in my head over the last couple days. While some of it is very clearly glossed over, and some of it is just left out entirely, a lot was included so I still wrote kind of a lot.

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Skipping forward into the evening, we’d already done some relatively light impact play using some of the floggers and paddles he doesn’t normally do much with. I had had a portion of my toys at my place, but with a new tie rack (my favorite easy toy organizer) to hang the floggers on, my entire toy collection had finally moved, so he’s got all the options now. As this was only our second session in the new apartment, and the first night I’d be spending the night, he planned to go fairly easy on me.

Of the different toys he used, the hardest of the evening to endure was a wooden paddle I’d made. He didn’t use it excessively, but he did hit me with it a few times rather hard (or at least rather hard to me), letting each strike set on its own for a while before doing the next. The pause allowed me to not only feel each strike longer, but it also faded enough between strikes that it was not overwhelming.

He’d also had me suck on him for a little while to get him hard and just pleasure him. The most notable thing about that though was that I had a short leash attached while I did it.

I had made a short leash a couple days before out of leather. I cut the leather from a large hide I’ve been working with, glued and riveted it, burnished every rough edge so it was all nice and smooth, and now he had a short leash. It was maybe 2 feet long? And one inch wide because it needed to be to fit on the leash clip, but otherwise I didn’t measure what I was making. The length was determined entirely by a straight edge from the hide I was working with.

He pulled on that leash every once in a while while I sucked on him. I normally make small noises while I work, intended to show how into it I am. They add to the experience, not only for the guy but for me as well. Hearing myself making noise because I’m into it can really help me get even more into it. Those noises became louder and kind of frantic every time he pulled. I already had one hand set up such that he was unlikely to pull me too far in so I wasn’t concerned about that. The hand works as an extension of my mouth, adding extra stimulation down the shaft but also preventing me from pushing myself too far and gagging. But I couldn’t help that more frantic loud whimper with every tug. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it overall, but if he enjoyed the more urgent sounding noises then I’m going to call that a win.

Sometimes he just tugged or pulled randomly, but never very hard and always in the direction I was already going. One time he pulled me in rhythm… still not going against my movements, but moving with me so I could easily remain in sync with the pace he was then setting. It worked surprisingly well. I have definitely had guys attempt to move me during a blowjob and it’s been awkward where they move off rhythm, or push or pull too far… a bad dance partner trying to lead me the wrong way. This felt fluid as he pulled in time with my existing movements. It felt fluid but I still couldn’t help but make frantic noises every time I felt the leash pressure.

We didn’t go very long before he stopped me since he had more plans.

He tied me, face up, spread-eagle to the bed, using velcro cuffs and rope, and now he was going to fuck me (vaginally).

I had trouble with him trying to insert himself into me without hands. I don’t know what it is about guys and wanting to just enter with minimal or no guidance. I’ve never had it work but every guy I’ve ever had sex with wants to do it that way. Maybe it’s just my body and it normally works with other women; I don’t know.

His cock never found the right spot and it hurt. He wasn’t really inside, just pushing and sliding painfully against me, inside the lips but not inside anything else. He thankfully wasn’t pushing very hard yet, but it was all ache, and soreness, and pain. It was too much, and I started becoming concerned about the potential for more serious pain if he tried to thrust harder.

It took a moment but I found words. I asked if I could have my right hand free. He asked why and I said so I could help guide him in. He agreed and freed my hand, letting me reach down and help him enter me. I don’t see how vaginal sex could possibly ever work for me without hands. Mainly all I do is push it downward a little. Simple but very, very necessary. Of course, I know from feel exactly how far down it needs to be pushed to line up perfectly, so there’s also that.

Having his dick inside me instead of pushing against me was a relief. I was especially relieved that there wasn’t any real pain now. Sometimes there is, sometimes entering perfectly correctly is still too much, but not this time. I was a little sore already though, but it was minor. He confirmed with me that I would no longer need that hand free then reached forward and aggressively reattached the restraints to my wrist. I was worried he would come out of me while he did that but he didn’t. And then he fucked me for a while.

There were moments where it was good, moments it was really good, and moments it was relatively neutral for me. It was good overall, but the soreness was building. I considered if I should ask him to go harder or faster, because counter-intuitively that’s less painful for me, but it felt like he was going pretty fast as it was so I never said anything. He stopped for a small break and I told him that I was getting sore but was okay for now. And so he fucked me longer. He eventually stopped again and checked in, asking how I was doing. I just remember laying there and all I could say was “sore” but it wasn’t just one short word, it was drawn out, a two or three second cross between a moan and a whine.

He told me he was going to go for a while longer and then we’d do something else, and I only remember nodding in reply. One more round. And so he continued to fuck me while I endured the building soreness for him. I loved the fact that he told me very clearly that he wasn’t done with me, and that I would have to endure more, but not too much more. The fact that he knew I was already hurting and he was continuing was its own turn-on… just being used for his pleasure. The soreness continued to build and I definitely would have asked to stop if it were my choice. It’s not a fun pain, but in this context it was tolerable and I endured for him. It definitely helped to know there was an end to it soon.

After he decided he was done fucking me, he untied me and laid on the bed himself. I’m not sure when the leash was unattached/reattached but he definitely had the leash on me again for this. He had me lick his balls while he masturbated himself off. I had trouble with the angle I was at on the bed, continually having to push myself harder and farther into him because I’d start slipping back as I worked. I pressed my tongue into his skin as directed. I could tell that he reacted best when I pressed a firm tongue along and up the shaft, but he still reacted well no matter where I licked or how, spreading my attention between each side and the center. A firm tongue got the best response so I did it as long as I could until my tongue kind of gave out, being too sore and tired to continue that particular technique. I licked more softly, but just as eagerly, from one side to the other, paying close attention to every breath, moan, whatever, to ensure he was happy with what I was doing.

Finally he came and I kept going, paying closer attention again to the shaft, again with a firmer tongue, as that received a much stronger reaction now, triggering more shudders. I continued until he told me to stop. While I think he moved it occasionally, he had pinned the leash under one of his legs, preventing me from going anywhere while I worked. Honestly it was not really much of a concern until the end where now I was stuck, more or less just resting my head on his thigh while I waited for him to recover. I had attempted to pull back and found myself trapped there. It felt awkward, but it’s where he put me and I had no choice but to wait.

The next day my tongue was fucking sore as hell. Specifically underneath where it connects, and I felt it most when I would raise it to do something like lick food off my teeth. Eating on Saturday got interesting sometimes. My best guess is that it probably got over-stretched. The rest of my tongue is fine, but as I write this on Monday it’s still sore when I raise my tongue, but not nearly as bad as it was on Saturday.

After he was done and recovered, I was placed back on my back on the bed. I honestly couldn’t tell you if I was tied there or free. I just know I was on my back.

He went down on me, but from sitting next to me, and relative to my hips he was, well I guess the best way of putting it would be “upside down.” It was an odd combination of pleasure and pain because something (chin?) pressed rather hard into my pubic bone, and that hurt, but his tongue running over my clit was more than making up for it. I didn’t have the words, and not nearly enough motivation to dredge any up. The pain from it just became part of the experience, even though I’m pretty sure it was unintended. He did that for a little while and when he was done he grinned at me. He enjoyed every way he could make me make noise.

From there he masturbated me for a bit while he messed with me, then had me masturbate while he continued to mess with me. Most of the “messing with” was breath play. He had attempted doing it with just one hand tonight and that actually worked pretty well. The most interesting part of the breath play though was that we both had a similar idea at about the same time. What if he kissed me while he held my nose shut?

Now that was an interesting experience.

First off, it’s fucking mind-blowing to have an idea like that, and within a moment or two of thinking it, he just does it without even having to tell him the idea. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s always really amazing when it happens.

He sealed his lips around mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth while he held my nose, a passionate deep kiss. His mouth offered no assistance to my situation… at least at first. I could still make small sounds into it that sounded strange, the sound being altered by the shape of his mouth. But as he did it more, he let me make more noise. I could feel the ease in which any remaining breath left me, and hear my voice coming through his nose. I was far too chicken to attempt breathing in though, and he never pushed it long enough to make me have to try. But somewhere in the back of my head something said – I bet I could breathe in through him if I got desperate enough. I didn’t like the idea and refused to let myself even try. This time.

Soon I had my orgasm and we were finished for the evening.

It was definitely a fun evening with a few new interesting moments that I just couldn’t shake from my head until I got them down.