An Erotic Story - Escape To The Sun

Joy happened to drop me a note the other day with the interesting news that she would be vacationing on a remote island, within sort-of-reasonable travel distance from my own Fortress Of Solitude, and wondered if I might be up for a spring fling of sorts...

Hell yes!

I had a week's notice of the general location. We made plans to meet at a well-hidden magical nest, in a place with plenty of sunny outdoor spots to play, indoor spots that might-as-well be outdoors, and insane amounts of privacy.
We met in the late morning, after figuring out how to storm the beaches of this getaway and some wandering through the woods to locate the final destination.

We then had a completely luxurious day to play, both of us completely relaxed from being in such a magical and lovely spot. Joy and I have played many times before, often in incredibly theatrical roleplays or complex scenes - this time we simply gave in to the temptations of the day with abandon, and with no agenda or preconceptions.

I really don't remember much in specific (nor would I tell you if I did :-) ) - we were on Cloud 9 most of the time. I wonder if Joy knew that our location was right atop what some say is one of the more spiritually energetic spots on the planet.... Joy is lovely, full of spirit, very intuitive, and is more powerful than she knows :-)

It was with some sadness that we departed in the late afternoon so I could catch the correct tide to escape to the Real World, and she could return to her vacation getaway.

My experience with Joy is always far removed from the ordinary. Every time I see her, her already-incredible skills have improved another notch - I always look forward to seeing how she has evolved, and where she is going!

Here are the pictures she shared with me of her morning sun worship -

An Erotic Story - 50 Shades of Miss J.F.

I've always felt a connection between Bach's music and BDSM.  It comes as no surprise to me then that this particular piece was used in the soundtrack of the film - 50 Shades of Grey.

I happened to have enjoyed the movie very much, though I have strong opinions regarding the female lead.  Let me start at the beginning:

The plan was to enjoy a Valentine's Date with my date in the role of submissive 'Andrew Steele' and I, naturally, assumed the role of dominant 'Christine Grey'.  First we would attend a showing of the movie, followed by as 'Andrew' stated "live action with him tied up and helpless to resist whatever pleasures I choose to bestow."  You can imagine the wicked smile on my face that appeared with such a suggestion.

He shares his fantasy with more detail:

Who we are:  You , of course, are Christina Grey, twin sister of the billionaire magnate Christian, he of the unlimited resources and most peculiar appetites, needs, and yes in fact, insecurities.  I am Andres Steele, twin brother of Anastasia, and therefore your polar opposite (or perhaps actually soulmate) in terms of sexual sensibilities.

You see in my eyes what perhaps I do not even see myself, at least at the start.  You can see that I am by nature a submissive, willing to do what you want and allow myself to be subject to your whims.  But you also see what even I myself do not see - a fire in my eyes, a strange contradictory mix of conflicting desires.  I am not some spineless docile doormat who wishes to simply lie there while you indulge yourself.  I want to be restrained, yes; but I want to fight back.  I want to resist.  The perhaps slightly unhinged part is that I want to resist with all my strength and will, but be completely unable to do so.  As you come toward me to give pleasure or pain or teasing or biting or licking or pinching or (let your imagination run), my twisted erotic need is to resist with all my being, but helplessly, in a futile struggle to stop you.  Some may call that sick or twisted or at the very least strange - to me, even though perhaps I don't know it yet, it is transcendent.

Therefore, when I become enveloped in your magical Shibari ropes, it cannot be a semi-loose pretense of an effort to hold me down.  I must be locked down tight, arms and legs totally immobile.  No ability to roll away, to stand up, to evade you in any way.  Because I will try.  You see in my eyes that I can only reach my ultimate arousal if I do truly struggle against the situation, finding satisfaction in surrender only after I have exhausted every ounce of myself.  If I am only pretending to be restrained, the thrill is lost.  You see all this in me, and you delight in the challenge I present, that of a submissive, yes, but one with fire and intense will, who can only be satisfied by being truly taken.  This submissive will allow himself to be tied down, that sets up the erotic allure, but after that, he will fight you every step of the way.  You take satisfaction in that, and he does too, creating this bizarre yet magical experience for both of you.

How do you think our erotic adventure played out?

An Erotic Story - Many Joys of Time

I have been planning to see Joy upon my return to Seattle following a most wonderful summer of discovery.

I had to cancel a mid-fall trip, but was able to finally set a time to come back this month. I have had the pleasure of staying in touch with Joy since our wonderful initial encounter and requested an extended visit, that included social time out on the town, as well as private time to be absorbed in intimate discovery and enjoyment.

While working with words is part of my vocation, I find myself a bit at a loss to adequately capture what spending the better part of a day with Joy is like. We never lacked for words, for topics to explore, from music, to food, to passion.

There are times when I am envious of her admirers in Seattle, as they live near and can avail themselves of Joy's company frequently. I live distant, and can only get here infrequently. We spent an amazingly engaging social outing. She accompanied me to a shop I wanted to visit, we strolled through Pikes Place Market, picked out a nice bottle of wine for later in the day. That is one of the particular charms of Joy. She is engaging in any setting, she makes me feel like the center of all that is interesting.

At the end of our outing, we found a quaint French Bistro. Joy and I enjoyed exploring new foods, and wine, over a meal in a romantic setting. Honestly, the day could have ended there, and I would have still left with a smile, as she helped me discover the pleasures of the simple company of a woman that life’s circumstances no longer permit. But, I should add, nothing about time with Joy is simple … she is constantly, consistently, engaging. I do not recall when I last smiled this much!

At the close of our time out on the town, we retired to a private setting and Joy soon reminded me of all of the other reasons I wanted to see her again. She knows my desires better than I do, she anticipates, she knows what I need. She is very sensual, skillfull, sexual, and oh so responsive. Simply suffice it for me to say that hours can (and were) occupied with the pleasures of mutual discovery. The details do not matter, trust me to know that time with her brought me more pleasures than I imagined possible.

Joy is a wholistic, engaging, woman, and she knows how to remind me, to make me feel, that I am all man.

Somehow she snapped a photo of the nifty robes available at our luxurious accommodations when I wasn't looking...which I always was!

A round robin of thanks, plus an erotic story/role-play extraordinaire with the Professor and Grad Student

I always like to thank my playmates for taking the time out of their busy schedules to unwind with me.  And indulging in so many pleasurable activities with me too!  But here is a reply to a thanks I sent my gentleman friend:

You are going to thank ME???  Are you crazy?  It ain't me that deserves thanks.

That was incredible - I am still quivering.

If heaven is as good as the pleasure you provide, then sign me up and I promise to do whatever it takes to get there.

Thank you so much - I know you like the role-play where you are portraying a character, but the real You really is an amazing person.  I hope you know how special you are.

I am so glad I met you.

Now, you must understand, this is a playmate who has a brilliant mind for creating role-play scenes extraordinaire.  Our most recent scene included a codgy old professor who believed that mind over matter prevailed over anything.  I played a determined grad student convinced that outside influence can overwhelm even the strongest of human minds.  Here is how it unfolded:

I am an eager-to-please grad student in the psychology department of Yale University (known for its stuffy thinking that does not acknowledge new realities).

He will play a stuffy old professor, head of the department, who thinks he knows everything and no new theory can change his mind about anything.

After all my studies, I am convinced that there are firm limits to the ability of the human mind to control its own reactions.  I am convinced that even the best of us is not as strong as he/she appears, and that outside influence can overwhelm even the strongest of human minds.

After decades of self-congratulation for being oh so smart and capable, the old professor is completely entrenched in his own contention that if you have a highly capable mind, you have the power to control everything about your environment, including any reaction to outside stimuli.  Given a strong enough mind, he completely believes in mind over matter, that the strong mind can resist any outside influence.  His entire career in psychology is based on acceptance of this thesis.

Naturally there is friction between myself and the professor.  Despite his outward dismissal of my work, he has actually paid serious attention to my studies because they challenge his beliefs.  He wishes to regard me as merely a foolish student daring to challenge his decades of wisdom, but secretly he is terrified that I am correct.  Since he regards my ideas as so obviously silly (but ominously threatening to his career), he has no intention of allowing me to graduate and have a career.

And so I challenge him to submit to an experiment.  What the experiment is, I will not say.  But I have invited him to my home and say that I will prove to him that even the strongest of human minds will fail in the face of overwhelming stimuli, and I will prove this in such a convincing manner that he will be forced to repudiate the thesis that has defined his entire career.

His arrogance compels him to comply and submit to my experiment.  He cannot believe that a mere student could possibly disprove any of his cherished concepts.

For my part, I see past his stodgy arrogance, - even though just a grad student, I see the desires within him and how he cannot control them despite his public statements.  I see his vulnerability even when he does not.

The experiment is very simple - I will provide stimulation and if his mind is truly capable, he will be able resist his arousal and prove me a fool.  Being a mere grad student, even though I disagree with my Department Head, I am still in awe of him, and I realize that I must deliver stimulation so off-the-charts that even his remarkable mind will not be able to resist.  But I accept the challenge - I believe in myself and what I have learned about human behavior.  I know I must drive him so crazy with desire that he has no choice but to agree with my thesis that the human mind is forever flawed and victim to whatever outside stimuli are strong enough to overwhelm it.

Who do you think proved to be correct?

An Erotic Story - Seducing the Seductress

I'd seen Joy writing about making symphonic melodies with her gentleman friend. Or perhaps becoming a teacher's pet. What really seduced my mind and senses was right here on her most recent blog postings.

And as I reached out and made contact with Miss Joyfull, well, it was on. It was a cool, slow rain evening when I did so. Very much like the night of our first encounter in which she helped me celebrate my birthday.

And with one message the flirting began. When could we make a meeting happen. Quite the mind stimulation going back and forth while she was out to dinner with friends and I was at dinner by my lonesome. But it was all too sudden. And the energy we were building would have to wait. And I was then commanded by Miss J.F. to not release myself. She wanted that all to herself.

And it was all that I could do from releasing myself. The photos and stories from her blog had my mind (and loins) yearning. But I did not do so for fear of incurring the wrath of Miss J.F. who I had yet to fully encounter.

The evening came/went as well as the next day. We decided it best that I come visit her in her love lair b/c I had a late day working and business dinner with colleagues. And it was with much haste that I made my way instinctually to her abode.

And it was when I crossed her threshold that the sparks/energy flew. She noted that I had a beard and I might scratch her delicate skin. But I told her not to worry as I kissed her on her shoulders and the nape of her neck. I told her I very much approved of the satin/stockings she was wearing.

We skipped her typical foot ritual to allow me to shower off after sharing some wine. We retired upstairs to Miss J.F.'s love chamber. She said she would introduce me to Miss J.F. if I so dared. And I told her that was not out of the realm of possibility.

All that transpired over the next hour plus was a slow and sensual sharing of pleasure. We tested the strength of her bed chamber and exchanged multiple linguistic lessons.

She had told me she was surprised at the end of our encounter as she felt like she had been seduced by me.

Miss Joyfull is such a wonderful woman and person. Her playfulness and sensuality abound. There is no mistaking the amount of pleasure she derives from giving (but this time receiving).

And in the end we were both satisfied from a follow-up encounter. And the hope remains that one day I'll cross that threshold to meet Miss J.F. Or perhaps to fulfill a bucket list of FMF with Miss Joyfull and one of her friends.

Miss Joyfull is such a treasure.. Her lovers are quite spoiled to have such a fine woman/person with whom to share memories.

My place or yours next time Miss Joyfull?

An Erotic Story - A Most Sensual Adventure

What is beyond simple descriptions, is Joy's soul, sprit, and enthusiasm for meeting your desires.

Joy is to her core, a most engaging, sensual, erotic adventure.  She has an intuitive understanding of who you are, what you need, and knows how to make it all come to fruition.

My first (yes, I will most certainly return) adventure with her has made memories that will stay with me. I first went to her private Love Nest, easy to find, no parking issues, comfortable and welcoming. I got to meet Lil Beast, tour her wonderful adventure rooms, and rest in her Secret Garden. Her foot bathing ritual is relaxing, sensual, engaging in a way that is difficult to capture in words.

My preference is for engagements that build, give us time to know one another. So I requested an experience where she would accompany me for an evening of dining and enjoying music. She is a delightful companion, and I could not keep my eyes off of her smile. As I had learned of her musical inclinations, the performance we attended was in my mind, a bit of foreplay for each of us.

Later, we retired to my hotel, with a relaxing soaking tub waiting. Somehow, she anticipated every moment, enhancing the moment with scents and candle lights.

I am still finding my way after many years of inactivity, and she provided a perfect balance of support and stimulation, reaffirming my re-entry to discovery of intimacy and all the joys that come with it.

I am not one for detailed descriptions. Just let me say, that she attended to my needs, more than once, much to my amazement.

Miss Joyfull is, simply put, a sensual, erotic joy to spend time with. Her engagement in my pleasure, in making it a memorable time for me, was beyond my expectations.

Taking a BITE out of the Big Apple!

A whirlwind opportunity whisked me away to the Big Apple for a

pre-Birthday Party with a dashing fellow!

How could I turn down such a romantic invitation?

It turned out to be an event of epic proportions!

Here were my packing instructions:

Almost every moment with me will be spent bare.  If you need to go to the door for room service, that’s why you’ll have my dress shirt.  

Whether you button it or not is up to you.

Bring a Little Black Dress.  Pick the one that makes you feel like the sexiest, happiest you.  And easiest for me to lift, shift, pull, fondle, drop to the floor to get to what I want.  

I’m not just thirsty, I’m hungry as well and need to be fed.  

That’s why you’re coming…

 

Now you know why my hair is such a mess in the above picture.

***

First, I can't begin to express what appreciation I have 

for the thoughtfulness and sheer sexiness of this amazing person.  

Additionally, they knew it was truly a challenge for me to take the role 

as receiver, and receive I surely did.  

It might make you blush to know the gamut of opportunities for me

in being open to receive pleasure,

 for my birthday party was wildly hedonistic and sweet.

I'd say the Big Apple took a big BITE out of me!

Blues Movement

Two levels of knowledge.  She is schooled and fascinated with all things musical.  Able to identify each note and nuance, each composition and chord. Music is in my life as well, but at a much more shallow depth.  The only things I know are names like Muddy and Blind Boy, the chronology that links Brits like Keith to Delta head cutters like Robert , the places like Rosedale, Clarksdale, Statesboro and Highway 61.

 

We are learning to know each other better, having unwrapped outer layers through touch, talk  and drinks.  In this night in the Village I mix her a cocktail of music and lust.

Second floor bar, dark as a cave, a bench on the side, strong drinks in hand, sliding further under the current as SaRon gently strums a pawn shop 6-string and deeply laments another love in vain.    

I follow her mood from attention to closed-eyed appreciation to trance.  The little black dress isn’t so much a deterrent as an open door.

From outer to inner thighs, my hands travel a familiar route; not in the privacy of our nest but semi-boldly in public, covered by the darkness .  She feels the sensations and naturally moves to accommodate both of us.  Spreading her legs, lifting her skirt, settling down with her bare, unshaven crotch shifting back and forth on my hardened fingers to become even more liquid, then the sudden gasp as I enter her fully.

Her eyes are closed, her hands grip my forearm and manipulate me like a toy, guiding me as in solo play.  I know my way from here.  A touch against her tender top, deep two-fingered, excruciatingly slow plunges and withdrawals from her G spot.  I lovingly play her like a cherished instrument, a tune so familiar that it needs no metronome or lyrics.

As the song rises in tempo and volume, she follows the refrain with a sudden, thunderous explosion, gripping the table edges with white-knuckled hands, shuddering and biting off the wails that usually come over her at this point.  Gritted teeth and closed eyes almost hide the orgasmic moment, but a woman at a nearby table sees it, stares transfixed at our scene, then smiles coyly at me. 

My mate is suddenly tender and sensitive, resisting the once-wanted touch as her entire body recoils from the blast.  But in the only cruel moment I’ve had with her, I refuse to remove my fingers.  I just hold them still and firm and after a few minutes the process begins again.

Familiar lovers know each other well and even though the verses change, the harmony only deepens.

Unleashed

He says, "Enjoy this rare moment of obedience."

You bet I did.

An overnight to remember.

Woof

She says, He says

 She says

I’m smiling up at him, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, where we’ve arrived after a winding journey of talk, wine, dinner, coffee, more talk, but the sharing kind, the kind that leads to smiling, leaning in, hovering, kissing, and well, where we are right now.  

My hand rests on his broad chest, fingers lightly winding through his curly hair.  Even from the first moments of slowly peeling away the layers of his clothing, I felt his body quiver and I watched him in fascination, as moans escaped his mouth.  He was a thirsty man, lost to all the world, soaking in the sensations of my tender touch.  Trust led to unleashed passion and revealed a depth and power that surely surprised us both.  Even now, after floating on wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss and able to muster a secret smile, I marvel that his masculine essence is like none I've never known.

~~~

He says

I see her beautiful face, so bright and engaging during drinks and dinner.  Now she’s serious, maybe not even aware of where she is, traveling from one orgasm to another, pinned underneath me, pushed down into the bed.  Her hands have lost their grip on my shoulders, her legs have slipped away from my thighs, leaving her entire body open, writhing, gushing, defenseless. 

She’s quickly losing strength, but I can’t stop myself, and she rises to yet one more occasion to celebrate her uniquely sexual center.  She’s looking right into my eyes, widely staring at me, mouth open in awe at the moment, almost unconscious, but not fearful.  She’s learned over the years how to get to this point and she loves how quickly and often she can go there.  And I've learned over longer years how to be attentive, patient, and true to my Southern roots practice "ladies first."  But in this encounter, this moment, it's different for me and I think for her as well.   I’m not in control, but also not under her control.  There is no control, just a changing of leads as we dance into each other more and more deeply.  Smiles will come with memories, but this moment is so intense, there is no room or strength left for smiles, just feelings and fluids.  I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life.

Santa has been naughty and Mrs. Claus NAILED him!

You know how it is.  Husbands overworking or straying from their responsibilities at home.  Mrs. Claus has the same problem and finally determined to put a stop to it.

Seriously, does she have to put up all the decorations and deck the tree alone.  Not this year!

How perfect for the Claus family Christmas letter!

Does she have to bake all the cookies and direct the elves to iron the napkins all alone? 
Not this year!

And how YUMMY his cookies were!  But the picture of Santa ironing was too pouty to share.  

Bad boy!

Does she HAVE to wait til December 26th to get any good luvin' from her honey?  Not this year!

Especially if she nails him down and has her way with him.  After all Santa's workshop is full of all the right materials for making exactly that happen.

This reminded Mrs. Claus of their younger years, when Santa Claus looked handsome as a lumberjack dressed in his flannel PJs and his wood was always ready for attention!

Thank goodness Mrs. Claus has some carpentry skills.

This has been the best Christmas season for Mrs. Claus YET!

Morning Bliss with Joy

I work graveyard, so it is hard to find someone who will accommodate my schedule, but Joy was more than willing and was happy to have breakfast with me in the early morning. She greeted me like an angel in a white sheer negligee with a hug and a light kiss, then she led me around the kitchen to pick up our mimosas with fresh squeezed orange juice.  We went to her little alcove to talk a bit and then she started removing my shoes in order to bath my feet, a first for me.  

 

Then we moved upstairs to her lovely lair, and I took a shower after she had undressed me slowly and sensuously as the sun rose and shone through her boudoir window.  She kissed me like a long lost lover and I believe that she must do yoga on a daily basis, for she is quite flexible.  Time seemed to fly by, but all good things must come to an end, so we kissed and said our alohas.  

It was a delight to meet Joy, more delightful than I can adequately express thru words only, (I will have to use other body parts next time.)  In fact, I'm thinking about seeing her again soon just to make sure the first encounter was the pleasant blur I remember.  She is a lovely lady who makes your pleasure her focus.

An Erotic Story

 A Sultan's Dream

Some weeks ago, Joy and I were discussing our mutual interest in extended, multiple orgasms, and possible ways we could get together to try to carry on some...hands on research.

We happened to go down a bunny trail involving the quite explicit Richard Burton translation of “One Thousand and One Nights”, and were wondering if 1001 orgasms was possible... 

Joy sent me a wicked proposal a few days later, daring me on.   I shall simply quote her offered scene here:

The Sultan, a despot of note in lands near and far, arrives at his palace to demand the service of several of his favorite concubines, dancing seductively and entreating him to succumb to their charms.  How can he resist?

The time flies by at the hands of his lovely maidens and careful watch of his chief eunuch.  The Sultan's orgasmic abilities become an even greater legend in the land, until it is time to prepare for the evening feast.  As always the feast for a Sultan is a ‘Sensory Tasting Experience Extraordinaire' with entertainment fit for such a noble entity. 

As the night beckons, he is soothed and caressed by more of his cherished concubines into a heightened state of bliss before slipping into slumber.

I hesitate to give you too many details, for I love giving your curiosity a tease.  Let's just say...

He dreams of fresh new sensations as he awakens with his prize concubine, eager to match her Sultan's numerous orgasmic state.  And she does all that is necessary, with the aid of other palace staff to bring her Sultan to a frenzied state of being, as she exceeds his orgasmic abilities in ways he never dared to consider.  He surrenders to her insatiable lust, at that point he is hers and the power has been reversed.  However, once her lustful, wicked desires have been met, she is benevolent, ever passionate about their mutual needs, and sees to a delicious light feast and a final ecstatic chapter of heavenly proportion.  The Sultan is newly reborn as he heads off for distant lands and new adventures with his dear concubine ever held close in his heart.

I was captivated by her excitement and her clear desire to plan and execute something likely to be a once-in-a-lifetime event - and so we made arrangements. (I’ll give you a tip - when a witty, intelligent, motivated courtesan freely offers up something incredible that seems to stimulate her imagination, you would do very well to go along with the flow!)

When I arrived, it was all she had promised, and beyond.   Joy had completely redecorated her lovely place as an Arabian palace from the time of myths.  And she wasn’t alone. There were palace servants, concubines, eunuchs, slaves, The Overseer (a surprise guest appearance by one of Seattle’s finest dommes),  the always-lovely palace Chef, and others.   I think she recruited half the kinky community of Seattle to join in at various times in various roles. 

Our first day was an endless wide-ranging sensory experience for all.   Feasting, dancing, music, orgies large and small, a dinner/theater expedition to a fascinating public setting where sensual play was quite possible, many-handed massage, and much more. Somehow however the evening ended quite late with me restrained to the bed, still raging with passion and desire, forced to sleep quietly until a very early morning began just a few hours later, while my prized concubine, now my Sultana, snuck off to her own bed chamber to continue her own evening diversions...

The next day somehow made the previous one look absolutely tame by comparison…   I had hardly opened my eyes before the Sultana was upon me, making her never-ending needs known...

Unimaginable depraved delights and decadences transpired for the rest of the day.  There were orgies *far* more wicked than the previous day’s.   A wonderful meal cooked by one of the finest and loveliest chefs in Seattle, and served by a multi-talented Eunuch.  A demanding Sultana to distract. Slaves to punish.  And slaves to pleasure. Instruction in some of the lost sensual arts of the Orient.  And so much more.   Imagine your most decadent possibilities, and then go past that point...

This affair was simply an incredible effort on Joy’s part, and that of her many friends and associates.   I’m still giddy, and it is nearly a week later.

If you are in the mood for truly exceptional play, don’t hesitate to talk with Joy about your ideas!  She has incredible skills, a wonderful attitude, and electrifying enthusiasm - you won’t be disappointed.

An Erotic Story

The Neighbor

 

I am that nice guy neighbor down the street from you, in my well-kept house. I am friendly and cordial, always with a hello to my neighbors and a helping hand if asked, but I mostly keep to myself, and all you can guess of me is that I am either lifelong single or perhaps divorced a long time ago, but clearly a sweetheart of a guy. There is no guile to me – what you see is what you get.

 

I know similarly little about you. You are that nice woman up the block, living alone as far as I know, and likewise polite but not intrusive socially. Little do I know that behind closed doors you have adventures I only dream of.

 

One day you get curious and decide to find out about this quiet neighbor of yours. Perhaps I am gay. Perhaps I simply wish to be alone.  Perhaps I am creepier than I let on.  Perhaps I was just never lucky enough to find that special someone, and my introvert nature isn’t conducive to chasing women for one-night stands.  (That is your guess, and you are seldom wrong about people.)

 

So you come over to my house on a Friday evening, and breezily say, “I’ve seen you for years in the neighborhood, I think it’s silly that longtime neighbors should not know each other,” and you invite me over for tea the next day. Being merely cordial on the outside (but flattered and intrigued on the inside), of course I say yes.

At 2pm Saturday I knock on your door. You open it with that patented charming smile of yours, and I am instantly put at ease. We sit down, have a lovely cup of tea, find out a little about each other.  You quickly figure out that I am just as nice as you imagined, and probably just as lonely, and you know your inclinations about me were correct.

 

Then you show me a lovely roundish loveseat that you have in your living room. “Would you like to sit down with me here?” you coyly say, leaving unsaid the plain fact that the only way we can sit down in this loveseat is to be cuddled up closely together.

 

“Of course,” I say, intrigued at the prospect of being close to you but not allowing myself to believe that anything more than sitting together is what you have in mind. I have been alone for so long that I just don’t think that way anymore.

 

You invite me to sit down, and you tell me I’ll have to stretch out lengthwise for both of us to fit. You invite me to take off my shoes and socks, and of course I do. You slip in next to me, and the only way we fit on the mini-couch is for you to cuddle up close to me, put your head on my chest, and let me wrap my arm around you.

 

You take a deep breath and whisper, “Isn’t this nice?”

 

I concur, taking in the fact that I have not been this close to a woman in such a long time.

 

You put your hand on my chest and let it lie there, waiting for my reaction. Knowing men as you do, you can sense the thrill I feel, the simple yet profound gratitude at feeling a woman’s touch. You slowly start to move your hand across my chest, back and forth, sharing simple human touch and putting me into an almost hypnotic state.

 

Your questions about me disappear. You know me completely – I am not gay, I am not anti-social, I am not anti-sexual, I am not afraid of contact – on the contrary, I crave it perhaps more than anyone you know. You know that you are the greatest gift there could be in my life.

 

You know already that I will do anything you want. Your hand moves over my chest, over my stomach. You reach up and sensually touch my face, my eyes, my neck, my ears. You lean over close and kiss my neck as I convulse with pleasure.

 

You slowly unbutton my shirt, using a single finger to stroke down my breastbone, making me arch with joy.

 

My shirt finally open, you lean over and place your lips over my nipple, licking it and driving me wild with desire.

 

As for me, I still cannot believe this. Never in my life has such a casual encounter turned into this kind of life-changing experience. This just doesn’t happen.

 

You know exactly what I’m thinking. You know I still can’t register that this is really happening. “But it is,” you think to yourself with a knowing smile. You know exactly what you are doing to me, you know how enthralled I am, and you love the power you have in being able to give such pleasure.

 

My shirt fully unbuttoned, you finally make it plainly sexual. Your hand goes down, down, down, until you are circling my cock, but of course it was at full attention long before you got this far. My eyes are closed, I can no longer think, I am hypnotized by the pleasure.

 

Finally you stand up, and wordlessly take my hand. You help me stand up (I am nearly helpless), and you lead me over to the massage table. My shirt already unbuttoned, you kneel down, unbutton my pants, and take them down along with my boxers. I am nude before you.

 

You grasp me by the and and lead me to the massage table. I feel I am in a different universe, I still do not grasp that this is the sexual world I lost so long ago.

You lay me down on the massage table, put a pillow behind my head, and then wordlessly grasp a cord you have nearby and tie it to my left ankle, and then to the support post on the massage table. You repeat the same with my right.

 

Still in my semi-hypnotic state, I lie there and comply wordlessly.

 

You then grasp my left wrist, and similarly tie it to the massage table support to my upper left, and then do the same with my right wrist.

 

I am now tied down, helpless. I know what is happening but my logical brain can’t accept it. In fact, all of my thinking capabilities are shut down. I am in the moment, simply experiencing, with no idea and no expectation of what will come next.

 

Now it’s your turn. You understand full well what mush you’ve turned me into, and you are fully aware that at this point I am your sexual slave.

 

So you decide why not take some pleasure for yourself. A couple of touches, a couple of licks, and I am fully erect.

 

You position yourself over me and mount me. I am helpless, I can do nothing but twitch uncontrollably. You have utter control. You move up and down, back and forth, in and out, finding whatever motions maximize your own pleasure. I am your plaything. You know your own body best, and you use that to your advantage. You build your own pleasure, bit by bit by bit, until you are trembling.

 

As for me, I have entered an unknown world. The pleasure I feel and the mental place I’m in are completely foreign to me. All I know is that this is better than I ever imagined Heaven could be.

 

You tremble and climax - once, twice, a third time. In my muddled mental state, I lose count. Four times? Seven times? Who am I to know. But I see your face, distorted by the pleasure, and even in my compromised state I am gratified.

 

With you finally satiated, now you narrow your eyes and decide it’s my turn. You sit on the table, slide your thighs under mine, and move close so your mouth is positioned directly over my cock.

 

I cannot believe any of this.

You bend over, close your mouth over me, and begin to deliver the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced. I twitch, I convulse, I lose all control. But I am helpless.  I cannot stop this no matter what I do.  I surrender to the fact that I am yours.

 

I have no idea what you do. I have no idea who I am. I have no idea that a world outside this room even exists.

 

And why should I?

 

An Erotic Story

A Most Unexpected Birthday Party

This week I arranged to meet up with Joy at her serene love nest, for a sleepy morning of mutual fun, a break for a nice lunch at a café nearby, then an afternoon of continued delights. Just relaxing, gentle play was on the agenda for the day, a lovely courtesan and her patron at ease on a summer day. Joy hinted that perhaps a friend might drop by to join us in the afternoon for a bit to play with us.
Little did I know what was on her sneaky sneaky mind....
The morning went swimmingly, we both had a fabulous good time. Joy was positively buzzing with energy, and dragged me off to lunch.
During lunch, her phone chirped several times (which *never* happens when I've observed, she's not A Phone Zombie). Each time she glanced down, she giggled and wriggled in her seat, and seemed as if she almost couldn't contain herself. Finally, looking down, she said, "OK, lunch is done, let's go back. NOW!!!!"
When we arrived back at her refined Manor of Pleasures, I was gobsmacked when I walked in the door.
Two of her good friends, whom I've run into before in various roles and circumstances, and whom Joy knows I have...desires...towards, had snuck into the Manor while we were dining, and completely decorated it for a surprise birthday party for me. Balloons, party hats, noisemakers, birthday thrones, the whole 9 yards.
Comedic madness then ensued for the rest of the day. Half-a-dozen *very* kinky and fun birthday games were played. Fascinatingly, some activities that are normally quite into the BDSM spectrum take on a whole new light with birthday hats on and everyone, even the victim, laughing so hard. The ladies managed to set the smoke alarms off while lighting my birthday candles, which were arrayed quite...cleverly. One whole room of Joy's Manor was engulfed by stray chocolate, whipped cream, strawberries, and whatnot during the "human birthday cake" episode, and the following...cleanup.
I also fear at one point one of Joy's delightful friends and I may have broken Joy's bed beyond repair, we were a bit...exuberant...in our celebrations.
Thanks Joy, and your delightful associates! What a wonderful surprise - this was a day to remember! I do hope you find all those sprinkles :-)

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 A Day For Madame

 I was chatting with M. Joy recently about how much fun we'd had last time we met, and mentioned that I thought it would be wonderful to set up a day where Joy could spend the whole afternoon/evening being taken care of by her friends, so she could just relax and bask in the attention.
Apparently this idea had great appeal for her, as only a few short days later, there I was, headed down to M. Joy's palatial country retreat, The Lark's Nest. She did not give me much idea what awaited me, until I was already en-route.
The scene she set: I was there to be interviewed for the position of her new man-servant, and expected to carry out my duties through a representative day at her estate, providing whatever ...services... she, her staff, and her visitors might require.
Throughout the afternoon, many of M. Joy's friends and associates came and went, and I zealously attended to M'Lady's unique and powerful needs, as well as those of her guests. It was very much an Downton Abbey-Upstairs/Downstairs feel, but with a *much* more kinky and...direct...vibe :-)
Her friends were wonderful to meet: the lovely kinky-and-firm lady "friend" of M. Joy's, the high-spirited couple that were the estate's butler and cook, and the wicked young Lady.
The day culminated with a very kinky dinner party. The food prepared by the estate's chef was perhaps the best meal I've eaten in Seattle, but it was the company that made the evening.
I pray I secured the position at The Lark's Nest, because it was terribly great and challenging fun to work there, if only for a day. And so very...educational.
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Joy - thank you so much for the creativity and effort you and your friends put into this elaborate scene. I was floored - much of the day went in surprising directions I'd not thought I had much interest in before, and you all made it work, and then some! Well played!  You are a world-class lady who enjoys play far outside the mundane, you stun me with your energy, intellect, and skill.

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 A Willing Sacrifice

 

Some months ago, I sent Joy a teasing note about a rather wicked waking dream involving sacred rituals I'd had concerning her, while walking through the fog in the mountains as Spring was trying to manifest itself. Joy and I share many interests in this realm, I find her, well, a Joy to discuss these things with.

She received my ideas with great enthusiasm, and encouraged me to visit Seattle to try something similar for real.

Well, April was finally looking like Spring for real, and it was her Birthday Month, and we finally managed to arrange to get together the other day.

It was....magnificent.

We started out meeting at her lovely spiritual retreat and sitting down to a great Thai feast for lunch, while we discussed some of the particulars of the upcoming day. We both wanted to be clear on limits and concerns, but not give away too many secrets ahead of time to spoil the scene, because some perhaps-extreme-or-troublesome events might be occuring throughout the day. Joy did a great job communicating without spilling the beans.

After lunch, I showered and cleaned up, while Joy set the stage. When I exited my assigned room, I was abducted by The Earth Goddess, who led me....elsewhere....to be examined. I was found to be far too beastly and base to be of much use, so some training and conditioning were attempted by The Goddess. The Goddess used tools of the Earth for the most part, very creatively and effectively.

Somewhat subdued, I was led to the Goddess's bath chamber, to help prepare her for the arrival of The God Of All. Cleaning and annointing and dressing the most wonderful creature. Then to the Goddess' bed chamber, where I waited until He arrived. I then, as instructed, brought refreshments to my Sacred Ones, and they rested a bit, as they prepared...

The Goddess mentioned that I *might* be trainable, though I was still so very feral and low. It was suggested that if I were to observe the Gods pleasuring each other, I might learn what was expected of me, and how far I had to travel.

And so, bound by the will of the Gods, and the Goddess' snares, I watched as these two powerful beings made wild, passionate, violent love to each other.

After seemingly endless hours had passed (the Gods seem to have immense stamina), the two decided that perhaps I should participate. And so, for some time more, the three of us played together, God, Goddess, and mere beast.

Finally, The God of All had to depart, leaving only the Goddess and myself. I was informed that I *might* be suitable for A Higher Purpose, but that I'd have to pass through the mortal barrier, and be reborn.

And so, for a bit, the Goddess and I celebrated what might be to come, in my last moments as a living beast.

And then, slowly and methodically, the Goddess slew me with her desires. I had no fear at last, only welcoming her final embrace.

And once I had passed on, she buried me, in a deep dark place. And all was nothing.

Some time later, I was reborn.

And then we celebrated, endlessly.

Fine.

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I was frankly stunned by the experience. Joy firmly rooted me into the scene as soon as she held my hand and looked fiercely into my eyes as we began after lunch. She set the entire day (lunch through dinnertime) to various musical compositions we both enjoy, matching the mood and the pace of the activities with the composition. Our final set of scenes was set to Mahler's Symphony #2, the Resurrection Symphony, each phase matching near flawlessly the five movements of the piece. The final bit of the 5th movement, about which Mahler said "The increasing tension, working up to the final climax, is so tremendous that I don’t know myself, now that it is over, how I ever came to write it.", was insane, I was fearful one or the other of us would perish :-)

The amount of thought and planning she put into this was incredible. The different moods and emotions she produced in us all was masterful. Sound, and scent, and touch, and taste, and sight were all used to great effect to set and maintain the scene. At times I was completely in our dream world, at times I'd come out as we shared laughs and checked in to make sure folks were surviving the events. I think we all experienced "the little death" countless times. I learned many new things about myself and my play partners throughout the day as well, which is always a plus. And I came away with lots of ideas for further adventures.

I left, after this lengthy period of play, not tired out, but truly energized, as if I *had* been reborn. I have to admit, a few hours later, I crashed totally from exhaustion, and slept the sleep of the dead :-)

Happy Birthday, Joy!

And my greatest thanks for an amazing production! You were right, I'll never view Spring the same way again, my dear Erda.

An Erotic Story

M'Lady Teases and Pleases

How does one describe an experience like Miss J.F.!
Ecstasy on steroids, no... that would be pale in comparison to her sensual, seductive nature. When meeting her you are swept away by her warmth and truly personal expressions. What one imagines is a reality that transcends you into a place of true sensual bliss and anticipation...
Joy knows how to tease and please, whilst taking you to the next level of expectation. Ever so much dost she administer her pleasure to ones desire all the while ensuring ones desire grows. A true blissful experience unfolds.
Wearing a body stocking of fishnet. Voice and hands so commanding yet gentle... seductive... and every so enticing... commanding and firm.
Senses tingling with anticipation... the warmth of her hands, the music, the instruments she plays upon your body... as you float in and out... bliss and more!
Ah the fanciful delights of ones mind blindfolded and wondering, wandering into an experience of true mischievous pleasure.

This was my fantasy or my reality? Either way highly recommended for all to enjoy.
Always my Lady, always. *bows and kisses thy hand til next we meet.

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Corsets, Feathery Touches, and Sensuality...Oh MY!

Oh my, such a sensual girl. Joy definitely has her rituals, and as you relax into them you can soak up the energy. Amazingly responsive to even a feather touch.
I thoroughly enjoyed removing the feathery thing one hook a time, and the corset, oh yum! Little clicks of the zipper, a teasing touch each time a little more was revealed. 

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A Day of Pain/Pleasure Paradox - Duo with Victoria Rage and Joyfull

I have been seeing Victoria Rage for about a year now, exploring our mutal interests and learning many things during my expeditions with her. I view her at this point as a highly professional instructor/mentor with whom I have a great friendly working relationship, and I trust her implicitly. I have extensively communicated with her about my goals and desires, and she has been helping me work through them. She has at this point a *vast* knowledge of my various buttons and responses, and possesses a preternatural ability to make use of ideas I may have mentioned off-handedly to her months ago to amaze, delight and torment me :-)

Recently she introduced me to Miss J.F./Purely Joyful as a surprise during a session, because she thought we'd enjoy each other. I have since had a very intimate and intense all day/overnight experience with Joy, and the two of us have really hit it off. We have many very similar interests, and compliment each other wonderfully. Victoria Rage did well to bring us together :-)

During some discussions with Ms. Rage, she and Joy and I brewed up an idea for all-day roleplaying scene that turned out...well..... outrageously fabulous does not even begin to describe the results. I will go into a bit more detail than is usual for my writings here because this was so stunning and transformative. My pre-scene negotiations consisted mostly of letting each lady understand that I trusted their judgment and their ability to honor my boundaries within their areas of interest.  I play with Victoria Rage this way all the time now, and on the basis of my recent work with Joy, I also completely trust her to understand and honor my limits.  That is - all bets were off, within the context of our agreed scene.

I arrived at the lobby of VR's place at about noon, and met with Joy. Joy said hello to me, we giggled briefly with anticipation of the day to come, then we both got into our roles: Joy as my dear wife who had arranged for the two of us to meet with Dr. Rage, a renowned sexologist, to discuss some relationship troubles we'd been having, and I as the clueless husband somewhat hesitant to visit a therapist. Joy perfectly looked the part of the somewhat frustrated, somewhat lusty, somewhat shy wife, with more-than-a-bit of a secret.

We proceeded up to Dr. Rage's door together, knocked, and she greeted us warmly, and led us inside.  Ms. Rage looked absolutely professional, and lovely in a very hot doctor sort of way.

(An aside at this point - we were all together from noon until nearly The Witching Hour, and neither wonderful lady broke character the entire time, until we were relaxing afterwards. I tried to stay in character myself as best I could, but I am not nearly as good of an improv player as my companions, and they'd had a couple of weeks to plan together, while I myself was operating only on the barest outline, to maintain the suspense and anticipation. This made the whole day great fun, and extra challenging on my part. Well done, VR and Joy, well done!)

Into the Doctor's consulting room we went, and she began to lead us through a quite realistic couples' counselling session. (Victoria Rage would make a fine RL counselor IMHO...) After hearing our tales of woe, she looked thoughtful, and instructed me to go step into the washroom and freshen up, as I'd been travelling all day, while she needed to speak with Joy for a bit, to get her side of the story alone...

When I came out shortly thereafter, Dr. Rage requested that Joy and I move into another room of her expansive counseling facility. She told us that to help her further diagnose our problem, it would be necessary for her to witness the two of us... making love...so she could see how we interacted. Joy was quite shocked and shy about this, as was I. Dr. Rage sat on a chair at the door to the room, and told us to try to ignore her, and suggested that we begin by taking turns disrobing each other, then perhaps begin simply with some sensual massage. And so we began...

(This was a bit evil of Dr. Rage, as she knows both Joy and I practice various types of semi-esoteric energy work and massage in our Real Lives..., and I swear she was positively licking her lips as she made the suggestion...)

I started by massaging Joy, and encouraging her to relax and try to express herself, as she was so shy and tense about the situation. I rather suspected that the rest of the day might involve a different role for me, so I must confess I took great advantage of the moment, and positively tortured poor Joy simply with touch for...rather a long time....until she was begging for me to stop. At which point Dr. Rage instructed me to go down on Joy, with glee in her eyes. Joy protested, briefly, until she was unable to speak much anymore...

During the process, out of the corner of my eye I saw Dr. Rage swoop in like a predator to assist my efforts by stimulating my wife in other regions while I was busy elsewhere, which seemed to both shock Joy, and to send her further along her path.... I almost suspected the shock was real, as well as the craving in Dr. Rage's eyes.

Overhearing some of good Doctor's observations, I suspect that Joy and I may even have provided some instruction for the Doctor during this demonstation:-) (This was a lot of fun for me, Joy is an incredibly responsive and sensual individual, and warrants subtle care, and it is a *great* pleasure and privilege to interact with her.)

Then, it was Joy's turn to massage me, at the Doctor's suggestion. However, she was so worked up from how I had just tormented her that after a few minutes she told Dr. Rage: "No, I think I need to just....take him... now." And so she did, in a way most uncharacteristic of my previously shy, undemanding wife! It wasn't exactly the "making love" the Doctor had requested, I was simply...ravaged by a lust-crazed demoness :-) Darn.

When Joy was done slaking her immediate desires, the Doctor asked her to step out for a minute so the Doc could chat with me about my thoughts. During our discussion, the Doctor told me Joy had expressed a desire to be more....assertive...in our relationship, and asked if I was OK with exploring things in that direction. I allowed as to how that might be OK with me :-)

That settled, the Doctor had Joy come back in, but my demure partner had changed her clothing, and was now wearing some *very* intriguing lingerie.... And had a decidedly coy but hungry look in her eyes.

(Another aside, in pre-scene discussions, I had asked that Victoria use our scene to help teach Joy as much as she wanted about certain aspects of BDSM, and to feel free to use me as an instructional aid... I am so *very* glad I asked this, it informed the flavor of the whole day...)

With an eager smile, the Doctor handed Joy a nice long soft red rope, and asked her if perhaps she'd like to restrain me to get started. Joy is quite a skilled practictioner of Shibari, as it happens, and she had me trussed up in a nice and deviously functional harness, well suited for later modifications...

As I was being tied up, the Doctor happened to mention to my dear wife that she had just realized that she recognized me, and that I'd actually been coming to the Doctor's office for therapy of my own for about a year. Joy was shocked, shocked! And a bit angry as the Doctor and I provided some specifics about the ongoing therapy, including the fact that other people, of various genders, had been involved...

Doctor Rage then encouraged Joy to bring forth a confession of her own - she'd been cheating on me for some time as well, because she had...unmet needs in our relationship. And she had brought some physical evidence to throw in my face, as it were.

As Joy was revealing her infidelities, she also became angrier and angrier at mine...

The Doctor suggested that it was time for us to "clear the air" between us to start anew, and she and Joy bound me tightly to an exam table... I didn't especially protest.

And then began many hours of Joy being instructed in various practices and punishments by The Good Doctor Rage:

- Extensive CBT, including one period where I was trained to achieve hardness/softness on command, *or else*, so I could please my wife whenever and however she desired. Joy was positively giggling over this, and seemed approving of how the Doctor had conditioned me over the year.

- Some quite clever predicament bondage, which I must confess pushed me into a piggy sort of zone, in which I was often purposefully triggering the punishment/pain part of the bondage for the joy of it. Some of this was done using Doctor Rage's new dungeon furniture, which is *quite* versatile...

- Joy being taught the details of electrostimulation/torture, something I truly love.

 - Urethral sounds, a personal terror and challenge of mine.

 - Mummification in Saran wrap, then spanking, strapping, caning, and hot wax play over the wrap. (Genius by the way, such easy cleanup and no marks!). I was mortified I was acting so harlotish at times during this evolution. 

- Clothespins and clamps, oh my!

 - A wonderful lengthy period of face-sitting/smothering by Joy, while Doctor Rage was torturing other parts of me, while I was trying to cheat and force Joy to orgasm when nobody was looking, with some success.   This was especially intense for me, as I have a curiously keen sense of smell, and being so close to the heat and smell and taste of Joy's arousal, and yet so far, turned me into a quite primal beast.  This was a recurring issue for me throughout the whole day with the nectarious scents of both women, I'm not sure I've ever mentioned this to them before, or that I should do so now :-)

- Tease and denial, and more tease. One fun period of time where Doctor Rage made me cum over and over like a woman, using a Hitachi on me, allowing me only the orgasms but not the ejaculation. Laughing and climaxing at the same time, very confusing to me but so much fun.  Joy: 'Is he hurt?"  Victoria: "Not exactly......"

- And much much more.

- All the while, a wonderful dynamic dialog between us was taking place - Doctor Rage instructing Joy, Joy asking questions of us both, me responding to their questions, Joy telling me interesting things, the Doctor and Joy changing places to work out ideas,....

(Aside: now, when you are having this sort of fun with one skilled domme, there is often a bit of downtime so she can catch her breath or set the next scene. With two skilled, motivated, involved play partners working with you for this long, *there is no downtime*. I found this to be exquisitely intense, because I kept getting pushed higher and higher up the plateaus of sensation/consciousness. I have worked for years to separate orgasm from ejaculation, and many times throughout our day I was having nearly-continual non-ejaculatory orgasms, to the point where I was in a highly-altered state. This was absolutely superb. I also found it much easier to achieve this state with two people playing with me instead of just one, as I felt less conscious pressure to monitor my play partner's mood/safety/condition, something I have a habit of doing even from the bottom, as the two of them were constantly interacting each other - it made me able to relax my mind more.)

Joy seemed to be increasingly enjoying our activities, and becoming more assertive and skilled over the day. I noticed Doctor Rage was being quite wanton about pushing Joy along, and the Doctor seemed to be looking at my dear wife with a mixture of pride and...growing lust.

This was a very educational time for me, as often severe pain would be occurring at the same time as exquisite pleasure from the Doctor and Joy working together. This completely messes up my mind - I can process pain, and transform it into something pleasurable, and I can process pleasure, but both simultaneously crosswires me, and I am helpless. It relentlessly intensifies both feelings something fierce.

Well, as we reached early evening, the ladies decided it was time for dinner. We cleaned up, I was provided some interesting reminders of my situation to wear under my clothing, and off I drove us to a nice restaurant. We did not leave character, and Joy was making the most of her new assertiveness and desires, while Dr. Rage continued to offer advice and direction. It was quite thrilling to be in this public scene with these lovely ladies. Joy seemed to be having a fine time with it as well, at several times re-enacting the V-J-Day Sailor-kisses-nurse scene, in a way. I think Victoria was pretending not to know us at that moment, while I was almost afraid Joy was going to drag me into an alley and pillage me.  I think I might have liked that :-)

Over dinner, alas, I violated several of the behavioural rules with which I was tasked. They seemed set up so that I was doomed to failure, and Joy delighted in causing me to trip up.  Victoria was quietly keeping score, and I was promised severe punishment for each one.... Once informed of the nature of some of the punishment, I *may* have violated the rulesa few times more to earn extra strokes of the lash, since I seemed doomed anyways.   Joy also took some wicked pleasure in ordering some really hot food, so that her mouth would be good-and-spicy for later use...  And there was considerable discussion of what uses all the ginger on our plates could be put to, as well as the rather large supply the Doctor mentioned she had back at the office...

After dinner, I drove us back to the good Doctor's office for additional counseling. Which went on for hours. Both ladies were playing at the same time, often taking terrible advantage of my newfound pain/pleasure confusion to keep me continually overstimulated, flustered, and in a state of near-constant climax.

Many were our diversions of the rest of the evening, mostly recounted in images below,  as my mind was a bit hazy at this point:

 - Tightly shackled to a clever piece of dungeon furniture, and flogged, paddled, and whipped with the single-tail, to the point of climax several times. It is a skillful practitioner indeed who can bring you to this point with a whip, I could have stayed there all night, as Victoria had brought me with Joy's help into my very very happy spot. I was being downright slutty about it at this point, I will confess.

- Strapped and shackled to Dr. Rage's new spank/fuck bench, then spanked silly while being pleasurably tormented at the same time. Trying to sneak in some more climaxes for Joy when Victoria wasn't looking, but caught, and punished some more. Darn.

- Milked by prostate/anal/cock stimulation, while still strapped down to the delicious fuck bench. At this point I was pretty mindless in my gluttony, and quite vocal about it. One fine moment while Victoria was instructing Joy, with both of their hands in my ass, stands out through the haze of pleasure.

- The two of them deciding I was simply having too much fun, as Doctor Rage was pausing to put on a very aesthetic red leather strap-on harness. Doctor Rage suggested to my wife Joy that they take a short break, and that *she* really ought to see what it was like first, before it was used on me. Joy demurred. Doctor Rage insisted. Doctor Rage got her way, as is so often the case.

- Being forced to watch helplessly as The Good Doctor pounced on my surprised wife, and ruthlessly took her on the floor in front of me. Joy seemed to really get into this after a brief moment of astonishment over what was happening. The sensations pouring off the two preoccupied ladies were so intense that I had a climax simply from observing. Doctor Rage had been trying to seduce Joy all night, I think she finally just snapped and went for it :-)

- Having the hinted-at Eiffel Tower demonstrated for Joy and myself, with me still inescapably attached to the fuck bench, Doctor Rage behind me, Joy in front of me. Joy mercilessly taking my mouth, while Victoria had my rear. For a long time. The two of them high-fiving each other. Me screaming in ecstasy, over and over. My good wife Joy whispering in my ear about How Things Will Be From Now On, relating a plan for the future that deeply touched many of my innermost wicked fantasies. Joy milking me, while Victoria continued from behind.

- Being told I could ejaculate at long last, after 10ish hours of torment, almost blasting myself into orbit doing so when Joy gave me the command to cum. 

- Joy naughtily making me clean up the resultant mess off of her, sweetly offering it to me as a present to show my devotion and acceptance of our new arrangement...

Then for me, what must have been the single best part of the evening occurred, though it may seem odd to you. Victoria spread out some blankets on the floor, and we all lounged around, exhausted, trying to regain our senses, while we discussed the theory/practice of some of what we'd done, and other things we might want to try in the future. I felt completely at peace and relaxed, as I think the two of them did as well. It was a long moment of near-innocence, as if we were just kids who'd been playing vigorously for hours and lain down in a grassy field to rest and look at the sky.

We then cleaned up, and headed out, before our coaches turned into pumpkins. In truth, Victoria almost had to kick Joy and I out - I suspect we'd still be there if she hadn't, we were having so much fun together. I fear we completely wrecked Doctor Rage's poor dungeon though, the trail of destruction we left behind over the evening was quite impressive, though the Doctor was doing her best to keep things orderly along the way.  I wish I'd thought to take a picture of her kitchen sink, for instance :-)

This day/evening was simply one of the most fun play sessions I've ever had with anyone!   Everyone was skilled, and non-judgmental, and having a good time. The three of us exchanged energy nicely, everyone was very caring and considerate and wanton and wicked. We had a common roleplay scenario that we used to keep things moving along, and to drive past any uncomfortable spots.  It was equal parts performance-art, pure sensuality, and childish fun.

It was a bit interesting for me at times having a different safeword/signalling protocol for each participant and their simultaneous activities, so difficult to keep straight :-) I admit to a certain amount of foolish pride in hearing Joy say "OMG, he hasn't said XXX yet!" and hearing Victoria laughingly respond "don't worry ... he won't".

At times, these ladies managed to turn me into a completely greedy, happy, mindless slut, just basking in the experience and asking for more, more, more. Something I don't normally do except when I'm really trusting and comfortable.

I eventually reached a wonderful point partway throughout the day where I was severely empathic with both ladies, and essentially lost most sense of self, but could seemingly feel what everyone else was feeling all at once. This usually only happens when I am playing with someone I have known for decades, or during multi-day spiritual ceremonies that involve fasting/dehydration/purification/mortification, and it is telling to me of their skill and empathy that Victoria and Joy could accomplish this.

I learned quite a few important things during the day, which I won't bother you with as this account is already quite lengthy, but I deeply thank Victoria and Joy for helping me figure them out :-) You two rock!

Folks, if this sort of extended exploration is your path, I cannot recommend these two fine humans enough. While each lady individually is a treasure, together they present the possibilities of an experience on a completely higher level. If you take the time to develop a good working relationship with them ahead of time, and communicate clearly, and honor their desires as well, and build trust, even more so.

I'm already making plans for other insane fun we can all have together.