My dearest purchased several toys for us recently. I confess, he got quite a nice selection, but I only had eyes for the Wartenburg Pinwheel. Anybody who is at all into sensation play absolutely must have one of these delightful little toys; they're cheap and amazingly fun to play with. Well, at least I find them to be amazingly fun to play with.
I had a wonderful time just using it on Myself at first, getting a feel for the sensations, how hard to press, how fast to go, how slow. It felt lovely running across My breasts and stomach, up My legs. The boy was too afraid to use it on Me; he's always so scared of marring My perfect skin, afraid of hurting Me. After a while, I got bored of just using it on Me, so I sat up and started running it across his belly - My God, how he twitched!
Apparently, My boy is much more sensitive to this particular sort of prickly pain that I am. I have to press a bit to really get the bite of it in My skin, but for him, all that is required is the weight of the tool. I was having an immense amount of fun running it along his inner thighs and towards his balls when he started begging Me to stop. He could barely control his twitching and was terrified that he would lose it and accidentally knee Me in the head! This couldn't be allowed to happen, of course, so I decided to break out the rope.
At some point, we inherited a 500 m spool of rope; it's fairly cheap and rather stiff and plasticky, but it lasts through a couple ties and suffices for all but the most complicated knotwork. (I wouldn't lace a shibari corset out of it, nor would I trust it for suspension, but I have put the boy in a couple of torso ties with it, to excellent effect.) I cut ties of appropriate length to stretch him, spread-eagled, across the bed, then commanded him to stand, feet apart, bent over in front of the wall. I warmed him up in our usual fashion, open-handed spanking of his ass and thighs until they were bright pink, then a good lashing with a knotted ribbon flogger until his back was striped pink and pale, finished with a thuddy leather flogger and a little ball-flogging. The flogging went on longer than usual - he kept twitching and rounding his back, instead of sticking his ass out with an arched back, like I prefer. The boy has such a lovely ass, so perfect for spanking, for violating - I want him to show it off at all times. Of course, this lovely ass of his means that I sometimes abuse it rather viciously, so I can't blame him too much for wanting to shield it from the worst of My punishments.
When his breathing was starting to get gaspy and ragged, I finally ordered him down on the bed, spread-eagle and on his back. I think he realized just how serious I was about pain play when I broke out some hand-towels and started wrapping his wrists and ankles before binding them with rope. I always wrap the rope several times before knotting it, but since the rope in question doesn't tie the best, being slick, I worry about the knot slipping too far in and cutting off ciruculation when he starts struggling in earnest. My boy just laid there with his eyes a bit wide, obeying all My commands to spread his ankles further and further still. The rope ran from one ankle, through that corner's hitching ring, under the bed, through the opposite hitching ring, and up to his other ankle. It took a few tries, but I finally got it snug enough that he didn't really have any ability to move beyond stretching his legs a little farther apart til he hit the limits of his flexibility. His arms were tied in the same way, at which point I realized that I had switched the portions of rope, putting the long one on his arms instead of on his legs. He should be thankful that I overestimated the length of rope required in each case, otherwise he might have had to do the splits! :D
I didn't want that extra four feet of rope to go to waste, so I pulled out one of our cock rings. Unfortunately, he was pretty damn hard at that point, which made it quite difficult for Me to fit the ring without crushing his testicles. I kind of like them being intact, at least for the moment, so I had to fix the situation.
"Think of Me fucking Dick Cheney."
"Oh. . . oh God. . . that's. . . I can't unimagine those things!"
Despite his protests, it didn't work terribly well. Then again, he has expressed a few cuckhold fantasies, so that may not have been the best boner-killer I could have come up with. I ran through a few more awful thoughts, his mom in a bikini, our annoying neighbor, made him run through multiplication tables. The math actually worked fairly well, but the second that I started manipulating his junk, things started stiffening up again. I finally threatened him with forcing the ring into place and damn the consequences if he couldn't keep it down. I guess the threat of irreparable bodily harm actually works for him, I was able to get the ring into place with nothing worse than a little gasp as a coaxed his second nut through the tight steel ring. I ran the remainer of the rope down to the ring and tied his wrist to the ring with just a couple inches of slack. I gave a few experimental tugs to make sure that it was tight enough, then sat back to enjoy My handiwork.
He looked so lovely, all tied down and terrified. I wanted to gag him and complete the picture, but I figured that since it was our first time with this particular toy, I should probably leave his mouth free for a safeword in case it got to be too much.
I broke out the pinwheel, running the points along My index finger, staring at him and drinking it in. So lovely to watch his eyes widen just that little more, his breathing quicken, his limbs begin to tense up. I started slow, running it along the outside of his thighs, the top of his chest. He twitched and trembled in the most wonderful way, clenching his teeth to not make a noise. Then his arms and underarms, his armpits, his belly, his nipples, his hips, his inner thighs. I started going faster, still just letting the weight of the pinwheel do all the pressing, one nipple then the other, up and down his stomach, across the front of his hips, closer and closer to his cock and balls without quite hitting them, yet. His breathing was ragged and gaspy, he kept flailing and twitching against his bonds by turns. His eyes were screwed shut and his teeth were clenched; I think he was fighting not to say anything, afraid to say the safeword. Such a sensitive boy.
I got a total case of the evil giggles. I was laughing and chuckling, somewhere between a girly giggle and a maniacal laugh. I had to stop for a minute and lay down against him to catch My breath. I can't remember what he said to Me, something about that laugh being terrifying and Me enjoying Myself. So of course I decided that he hadn't had nearly enough and started in on him again, pressing just a little, then a little more. By the end, we had had some very intense CBT with the pinwheel, and he was sweating from the exertion. It was wonderful.
I decided to use him as My little blow-up doll, whispering all sorts of awful thing in his ears, calling him My slut, My whore, My little bitch only good for My pleasure. He satisfied Me, as only he can, and I enjoyed watching him flail under Me and arch into Me. It was absolutely glorious. When I finally untied all his bonds, he curled up against Me and we fell asleep for a good hour. We were both glowing for the rest of the day. He swore that one of these days, he's going to wrestle Me into bonds and turn the pinwheel on Me for revenge. We'll see; I've got more grappling training than he does, so while he may have the height and weight advantage over Me, it promises to be an interesting fight.
Tags: Wartenburg Pinwheel Painplay Sensation Rope Bondage
