Primum

Frustrated at the crappy parking spots and having to park too far away, I trudge along, nervous for the nights plans.  I hadn't really decided on how or which direction things were going to go, but I figured that I would let the moment dictate the plans.  My one goal:  K.I.S.S.  Keep it simple stupid.  The acronym has been with me since power school and, as basic as it really it, it's something that has served me well when I used it.

Hitting the block where Cesso was located, I realize that there's a couple walking towards the parking lot and that the woman recognizes me.  I can only smile since I can tell, even from that distance, that's she's as nervous about meeting me as I am about meeting her.  Sure, I tried not to show it since it's my job to ensure that she's convinced I know what I'm doing, but I was a bit worried that the awkward conversation that the three of us had at that moment spotlighted me as uncomfortable.  However, I did notice that I wasn't the only one clearly uncomfortable, but I let it go and demanded to see which dress she had decided upon.

Like I had hoped, she selected the one that I liked from her photos, but instead of casting upon her the compliments that she had already had, I flippantly replied that it was nice and joked that I'd have told the person to bugger off after having stolen their spot.  Lol, okay, so I wouldn't have, but she seemed nervous and needed the joke.  I think we all did.

Check-in seemed to be agonizing, but after having sorted it out and paying my fee, I entered to meet the tour coordinator.  A brief handshake and an offer to follow her and we were on our way.  While I considered just following her alone, I decided to have callidus follow me.  It's always good to get a lay of the land and even with the brief moments she and I spent wandering around, we had opportunities to bond a bit.

After having impressed our greeter with my familiarity with the facilities, the three of us ended up upstairs near the suspension hard points.  God, how I wanted to start using them right then and there, but my comfort on suspension isn't what it should be for such an audience, so I forwent that in lieu of bonding more with callidus.

My bag of goodies must have intrigued folks since I had a number of people stop and watch as soon as the rope came out.  In order to show cal the difference between treated and untreated hemp, I had saved a remnant of untreated and then used her bite of hemp to tie off her wrists.  With the bullet in and her husband enjoying harassing his wife (which I got the impression he didn't do very often), I went about running a crotch rope to ensure that the bullet didn't manage to escape.  I had hoped that she would have remembered to bring the rice, but on hindsight, I don't think that it would have worked nor would I have had time.

So, with the crotch rope in place, and the bullet being haphazardly turned on and off, we made our way to the leather couches in one of the corners where I instructed cal to kneel on her rug as I dug through my bag for everything she needed to commence her work.  Even while I was digging, I could tell that she was testing my limits to ensure that her trust wasn't misplaced, so I haphazardly brought out the little goodie bag and began to review some of my fun items while she went to work oiling the paddle.  As I subtly dropped the ball gag in to my lap (knowing I'd need it.... sometimes she doesn't know when to shut up ;-) I continued to reveal items.  Oddly enough, I'm more proud of the fact that I coated the weights with protectant than the fact that I hand stitched a leather pouch... but I digress.

So, there cal is, oiling the paddle, vibrator being flipped on and off (with annoying regularity, I might add) and beginning to gather a crowd as her moans began to become louder.  In the mean time, I paid some attention to Shane to ensure that he was involved in the scene (yes, I thought of that) while also working with cal to ensure that she did as she was told, even with the distractions as grandiose as they were.  Eventually, I realize that things are becoming stale and that the paddle didn't actually need much more oiling, so out came some  more rope :-)

After fidgeting a bit with the start of the tie, I eventually managed to get the Texas handcuff started and commence with the onset of the Dragonfly Sleeve.  This tie, while being relatively simple to tie, was a bit more difficult to do in the dark and with the added tension of cal's injured shoulder, I had issues getting it as tight as I like.  Eventually, I managed to run it to her wrists and even ended up with a load more rope to work with.  This was very, very fortunate since I wanted to include cal's breasts in the tie.  Besides, the crowd at this point had become rather large, especially since there was a wet T-shirt contest down below (we were near the railing).

Finally, I manage to throw a few wraps on her breasts to get them nice and perked out then tie things off to ensure that it's nice tight.  To add to the predicament, I had Shane grab the clovers and told cal that it was going to hurt some as I massaged her nipples a bit.  As I release the clamps to bite in to cal's nipples, she leans in to me as the pain floods her brain with endorphines.  To add to it, I threw some weights on and toyed with the ropes and chain.  I had wanted to wander her around for a few, but Shane was incredibly embarrassed with the situation and asked me not to... which was fine since I was enjoying her leaning in to me.

After playing with her for sometime, we decide that it's time to change the ties as she wants to be hogtied so the three of us move in to one of the bedrooms where upon callidus complains that her shoulder is hurting.  It's at this point that I realize that she really just wanted to be traipsed around all tied up like that didn't have the heart to argue earlier (or was just keeping the peace, I'm not sure, I didn't ask).  At any rate, I work her out of her bonds, ensuring as I go that she's fine and doing my best to provide circumstantial post-care... as well as adoring the nice rope marks left on her.

It was here where things took a turn elsewhere.  As I was providing a post-care massage on cals' shoulders and arms (trying to ensure the tendons, ligaments and muscles were alright for the next tie), it was brought to my attention that I should be wrapping up the scene since the expectation wasn't for a full night centered on me... which seemed odd since I wasn't the one tied up, but I got the message.  After a brief discussion about wrapping up, Shane wanted her to cum which I wasn't sure about, but figured that she had earned it after being good most of the week.  After placing the bullet on max and one of the functions (which, I'm unsure) as well as putting her vibrator on her, we forced her in to a mindblowing orgasm for which all she could do was lay there, unable to speak.  After recovering, cal asks me if we're still going to do the paddling to which I can only reply that she's getting hers.

Unclear on how I'm going to proceed, I had her kneel on the edge of the bed while I grabbed the ginger to which she panicked and asked (on several occasions) whether I was actually going to put that in her ass.  Of course I was, her uncertainty of the future wasn't enough to dissuade me from what I new was a very good idea.  Yes, it helps to have actually learned and used these techniques (sometimes it's best to just shut up and enjoy, damn it).  Lubing her asshole (which she clearly wanted more of) I gently slide the ginger in to her ass, demanding that she press back on to it.

See, the delightful thing about ginger is that at first it tingles, then it burns, and then there's just this warm, interesting feeling that just emanates a delicious feeling everywhere.  This also works to prevent the subject from tensing up every time a spanker goes to swing (which could cause more bruising than desired), but in the end, it actually helps to ensure that the spankee is wound up and ready to go later.  (Yes, I knew that would happen).

Anyways, I had hoped to warm her ass up a bit before I bit in with the hairbrush, but I felt that I was being rushed, so I slapped her ass a few times to get a bit of blood flowing, then began paddling her ass.  Every spankee is different, reacting to the stress accordingly, and so I took my time, stopping halfway through to ensure that she was alright and prepared to continue.  Remarkable, she held in like a trooper and even seemed to enjoy the drilled paddle a bit... until the leather paddle came.  I remember that one having a bit more sting to it, but apparently such was not the case as she only seemed to enjoy the crap out of that, actually exciting me even further.  I think that it may have been since I'd warmed her up (she actually pointed this out later)... but I don't think that that's a paddle I'd start with ever.

Post-care is as important as building the scene and I acted accordingly, allowing her the time to come down while I gently massaged her rear.  I considered putting some liniment on her but realized that most of the damage on her rear was superficial and didn't really need it... though I'd have killed to get a good look at her ass (only now does the realization that I had a flashlight occur to me).  Kneeling between my legs, I could only embrace her, providing her the security that she needed to feel safe, secure and trusting in her new relationship, for that is what this is.

As I cleaned up, we lay together on the bed to enjoy the afterglow of the scene and chat a bit.  As we did, Shane came and went, getting this and that, ordering drinks and just generally implying that he's ready to get on with his night; a bit annoying when a Dom is bonding with his sub.  Even with the distractions, she and I were able to communicate our enjoyment of the night :-)

After gathering our things and making our way downstairs, we parted ways where I wandered a bit, enjoyed a Heini while watching a couple make love upstairs under my precious suspension points and just generally pondered things.

I am proud of my sub callidus in that she showed the courage to press through her fears as well as trusting me to know what was best and guide her night of exploration as best as I could (clumsily, upon occasion).  I can only say that I look forward to the next occasion that I may be able to teach her what I know to help her find what is missing in her life.

~Thomas

Summo Mane

So, as some may know, I've been considering taking on a sub lately.  There have been a few of interest, but the one that I finally picked (yes, I picked) was a girl whom contacted me first.  This was a week ago... I think.  You'll have to forgive me, I'm running on very little sleep ;-)

So, how did it start, you ask?  I had been chatting with a friend on a AFF (Adult Friend Finder) and had, at some point, turned the messenger on on there.  Now, I hate the messenger program they use; it's completely unreliable.  Anyways, so here I am chatting up my friend and doing what I can to help her figure her situation out, when I get this bing-bong in the background.  Having forgotten about the messenger, I figured it might be a gay male (I get a lot of that) and was all prepared to ban.  Turns out it was a couple from Corvallis.  Interesting, right?

So, I didn't even bother to look at the profile.  Why?  Aside from the fact that I haven't had much luck with couples in the past (>sigh< posers), but I figured that the couple would just humor themselves and jet so I didn't wanna get all interested in people that I was probably never going to meet.

Well, through our chatting, she revealed that she was looking for a late night interest before she went to bed and had "picked" me... How fortunate, right?  Wrong answer.  Oh, I won't reveal the full details (it's magic, t) but needless to say, my behavior was perplexing to her.  Not only was I not interested in helping her with her problem, but I hadn't asked for her pics, which made her even more frustrated (and intrigued).

Well, skipping several days and a shit load of chatting... text, messenger and phone, it's not two days out from seeing them up here in Portland.  Let's just say that all three of us are going to have a fantastic time.  Why did I write this?  Today we started position training.  I thought it would be fun for Friday if she had positions to work with and besides that, her count is already up to 150 or so... which means a very very very long amount of punishment.  Besides, now we had a cam to work with and I figured that if she was going to be bratty, it would be when she was being bossed around.  She did not disappoint.  She's at 28 swats with my paddle(s) (which she's going to prepare for herself on Friday evening... it needs to be oiled before usage)

Anyways, it's been awhile since I've invested this amount of time in training someone, but never have I had someone so eager to learn and please their Dom.  It is an interesting feeling to know that someone hangs on your every word and that every time you text them, they get emotionally charged.  I'm not sure on how Friday is going to play out, but I plan on making it a night for the books, especially since we're going to sort things out.

~T

Vincit Qui Se Vincit

My childhood was a short one.  It was a confusing time in my life, one which I thought I knew who I was.  I relied upon my parents to provide the safety I needed.  My mother did her best.  I grew up with fear: fear of the bullies behind my house, fear of the adults in my life, fear of losing more of what little I owned.  The only thing I was not afraid of was my brothers and sisters.


I spent my time educating myself on what I felt was important: Science, Music, Languages, simply being educated.  To me, these subjects were important; to me, this was who I was.  My decision to join the Navy and continue learning was not random.  I made it with the intention of learning who I was, to serve my country and, I thought, to be a man.  Instead, I bobbled, lost in a sea of confusion.


I furthered my confusion by dating someone whom I thought was right for me.  I put myself in to a situation which replicated my childhood where, like my father and his father before him, I would eventually leave, ashamed of who I was, feeling like less of a man due to my continued inability to confront my own self-image.

My brother called me in to his office one summer day, shortly after the term had let out, and showed me a clip of a friend I new cagefighting.  He was big, close to 300#'s; fighting a man bigger than him.  He went several rounds and won after putting this larger man up on the cage and pummeling him with his fists.  I immediately called him asking him to coach me.


MMA produces a specific type of person: a predator.  It's a mixture of long-range fighting in the form of boxing and close range fighting using jujitsu (modern MMA).  This has become the formula because that's what works.  When I started training with him, I had the cardio to go 10 rounds.  I could go so long every day that he he would collapse from exhaustion and yet I craved more every day.  I studied American Boxing, Muai Thai and JuJitsu with the ravenous desire that I had devoted to everything else I studied..


My first day at the gym was incredible.  The owner had been having a dispute with one of the students about thefts from the gym for a few weeks.  The student told the owner off and wouldn't give the keys back.  Eventually he decided that he wanted to come back so the owner told him that if he would get in the ring (which the student said he would win in with this former pro-UFC fighter), he could come back.  Enter me.  This kid, maybe 18 but big, went 2 minutes and just took a pounding.  This, too me, made sense in a weird way.  It was the way things worked.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RKEvbkODF8


It must have been a week later that my coach told me that he wanted me to "sparr" with one of the other guys, a man named Wallner.  Everyone talked shit about him and his weird loopy punches so I thought I had a very good chance of beating him, what with my 2 months of private lessons.  I got in that ring confident that I was the leader, the winner, the alpha-dog.


I left the ring after 7 rounds with 2 fractured ribs, a partially fractured big toe on my left foot, my neck jacked up and injured pride, but I learned something about myself in that 21 minutes of an ass beating.  I learned who I was.  When he broke my ribs, it was the most excruciating pain I had ever been in; every breath hurt, every motion from my left side felt like a knife cutting in to my lungs, my abs burned from the continued exertion of fighting, but I went the rest of the way... another 5 rounds.  He ended the fight because I wouldn't quit, because I chased him even when I knew he was better, I cornered him even when I knew he was dangerous, I did what I had to because it's what I needed.  He ended the fight by choking me out.  For teaching me who I was, I owe him.


I recently had the opportunity to go out with a friend from work.  He was a young kid, 23 and drifting in life, lost with no guidance.  Among my peers at work, I am the one people look to.  He heard me speak of things that would mystify most, but to him, they made sense.  Science, religion, women, war, whatever the subject was, we all talked about it openly while we shuffled through the day.  While working he told me he wanted to fight me and I had told him that it could be arranged.  Well, New Years Day was when it was to be.


I won't bore you with the details (more of, anyway) and not everyone agrees with what happened, but after we had had a couple of drinks and met some women, we went at it.  I had told him I would, but the fear he felt when fighting for real made him panic.  He didn't know me and he thought he could beat me.  He didn't.


Sometimes learning who you are isn't as simple as looking in a mirror, or running the Marathon.  It isn't always something you can learn on your own, but more often a lesson you need to seek out from someone else.  Often we don't even know that we don't know ourselves, stumbling through life in a fearful haze of what could happen to us.  How can we succeed if we can't look in the mirror and say, "That is me."