Sorry. Once again, long time, no write.
Guess what? I’m trying something new. Something that really gets the endorphins rushing: exercise! Yep. I felt like there is more to life than walking around in high heels and masturbating all the time to some adorable girl locked in a cage with a ball gag strapped into her mouth.
A friend of mine showed me this little music video she made of herself and her workout partners (all guys) at the pool. They were all swimming laps and looking so healthy, happy and vital. So I decided to join her at the pool and start working out. Of course, I’m about as graceful in the water as a wet chicken, but I didn’t care what people thought. I put on my black 1 piece suit and started getting my heart rate up. All the other swimmers looked so tan and strong. They must have thought I was from mars. But that’s what happens when someone spends so much time in a dark dungeon flogging slaves and getting my boots licked by some guy on his knees in steel manacles.
That first day swimming, I thought I was going to die. My body was like… shut up! you’re not really doing this to me. But when I was done after 40 mins, I swear to God, I felt like a million dollars. I made a commitment to my friend to join her on a regular basis at the pool.
When I got home, I was unbelievably tired and sore! I think I pushed it too hard on the first day. And another strange thing happened. I became exceedingly horny. And for me, that is saying a lot because sex is my drug anyway. But I wasn’t in the mood for other personalities. Actually, I was feeling super submissive (of all things) and was dying to be ultra restrained with sensory deprivation. The exercise really pulled a trip on me.
I called over my gay friend David and asked him if he would strap me into the sleepsack and leave me for 4 hours so I could take a nap. He was kind of rolling his eyes about being used as a tool for me, but he went along with it. My sleepsack is black leather with heavy cinching straps about every 4 inches up the bag. For those of you who don’t know what they are, think of a “mummy bag” sleeping bag that is really tight fitting… and when it’s cinched, your arms are stuck in the down position. Normally, I use the sack for my slaves, but I guess swimming made me want to feel something new.
David strapped me extremely tightly into the sack. And as each strap was buckled, I melted more and more into a sense of bliss (I was probably tightly swaddled as a baby girl because I felt like I was home again). He begrudgingly asked… “Anything else?” I told him that I needed more severity and could he please chain the bottom of the sleep sack to a post and put a sensory deprivation hood on my head and chain it to a post at the other end of the room. He was a little bothered, almost like I was dominating from the submissive position. But then said “Look, this is your last chance to talk so if you want anything else, you better talk or the hood will be over your head and you won’t be able to ask for anything else.” Come to think of it, I really wanted to have my large iPOD headphones over the hood where my ears were so that I would have zero chance of hearing anything in the room once he cranked up some heavy techno. He complied and I started to get really scared and turned on about being so helpless. He kicked me a couple times as if to say goodbye, and then he went off to wherever.
I could feel every single heartbeat and breath because your body starts to go into a little bit of a shock about being so completely restrained. Then I started thinking all the bad things that could happen… a fire, an intruder, a vomit fit, or David getting hit by a bus. Fuck, it was starting to freak me out. So I had to go deep into a calming meditation to bring myself back down. After about 20 minutes, I finally calmed down and started to enjoy being that helpless. I fell asleep shortly thereafter… only to spring awake a few minutes later with an adrenaline rush. When you are sleeping in strict bondage, you usually forget you are tied up and then periodically wake up in a momentary panic… until you get your bearings. God, I was so turned on! But my arms were restrained at my sides and I had no way of touching myself for relief. After a while, I fell asleep again to the muted sound of the techno coming through the hood. Finally, I got kicked again and was jolted awake. It had to be David. GOD, I was so relieved. He took off my hood right away and I gasped for lots of fresh air. My entire head was dripping with sweat. Then he unchained the sleep sack and let me out. Again, my entire body was as wet as coming out of a shower. I politely told David to hit the road and then I collapsed on my bed for awhile. Then I got up in absolute starvation, went to the kitchen and got a giant bowl or raisin bran. Finally being able to relax (and touch myself) I came 4 times thinking about my experience. I can’t’ imagine swimming will have this effect each time (it better not!!) but it sure was a nice start of something new. See ya at the pool.
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