Let's Celebrate!

Harlequin and I plan on celebrating this thusly: we are going to go around town, searching for a new spanking implement, and come the night, we'll give it a thorough try. Hooray!

Colombina wants to be thrown around.

We have, on certain occassions, delightfully rough sex, grinding against each other, biting and scratching, calling each other dirty names, pulling each other's hair, one grabbing the other by the throat while licking and biting their lips...

Now Colombina wants to do a scene like this, but more one sided. She wants me to use my physical superiority to throw her around, bite her, tease her and hurt her, all with my own pleasure being her sole concern.

To begin with, I was not sure how well I could do this. I was very happy to try, but I wasn't sure how far I would be able to go.

The more I think about it, however, the more I look forward to it.

I look forward to hurting her, to making her moan and scream and writhe, to grabbing her hair in my hand and leaning close to her and whispering

"Scream louder, little slut."

I look forward to fucking her mouth, coming all over her face, torturing the soles of her feet, and leaving her bruised and sweaty and incredibly wet.

I look forward to rubbing my hand over her dripping pussy, and then rubbing it all over her face, where it will mix with my come and her sweat.

I look forward to coming in her mouth, and making her beg for a drink of water. And to making her worship my feet before allowing her to drink the water I spit into her mouth.

And then, when I am done, I will pick her up, and carry her to the bed, and lie her down, and lie on top of her, pulling her into me and telling her what a good girl she has been.

Her Vampire Cuddles

When I saw that Harlequin had reviewed our latest acquisition, I just had to give my two cents on the matter.

Oh, these vampire gloves... these vampire gloves are one of the best things in the history of glovedom. They can reduce one to a puddle of shudders with a simple handshake, go figure.

So, as you can see, they are extremely low-effort, as toys go. Not that we have that many high-effort toys, like, say, a bicycle or a battering ram (my mind reels with the things that could be done with these), but this, these gloves really are the pinnacle of lazy dominantness. A soft caress, a little squeeze, turn immediately into an ocean of sensation (I find it the substitution of "pain" by "sensation" by the BDSM community a little puzzling, but also very cute). I love these gloves because they are an extremely psychological toy. The brain processes the feeling they cause as much more painful than it actually is. On one occasion, Harlequin was grabbing my breasts, just squeezing them firmly, but I felt like he was twisting and trying to literally unscrew them off my chest. Another advantage is that they are quite discreet on leaving marks. If one squeezes hard enough, a few red dots appear on the skin, and they may take a while to disappear if the skin is punctured, of course. But they certainly fade much quicker than bruises, and if one bruises like a peach like myself, that is something to behold.

But they are also a psychological toy in the sense that they give a new twist to gestures that before were harmless or sweet and turn into menacing and very powerful. A caress, like I said, especially on the face, has a brutal effect on the submissive, in our experience, at least. We can certify it rendered both of us speechless when we experienced it.

To further illustrate the point, let me bring forth an example from our personal experience: After a particularly intense game that ended up with Harlequin lying on the bathroom floor and me wearing the gloves, he suggested coming on my gloved hand and then licking it off, because he is inventive that way. I was enthused by the idea, and I immediately held out my hand, the palm facing down. And he took my hand and turned it. I turned it again, to have the palm facing down again, because I am naïve that way, and he turned it up again. And then licked his come off the spiky palm of the cloves.

Another of their advantages is that they are really easy to clean, by the way.

Vampire Cuddles

Colombina and I have a new favourite toy.

I got them because I wanted a particular paddle, but the company who made it wouldn't ship to me. So I looked for the next best thing.

And i found it.

Soft, sweet smelling leather gloves. With dozens of tiny metal spikes on the fingers.

These are incredible. The first time Colombina used them on me, I almost dissolved, they felt so good.

They are wonderful, because they set your skin on fire, and feel like they are going to tear it off, but it's actually very hard to make them break the skin. They can be used for stroking, squeezing, or slapping, and they feel incredible, and very different, in each way.

We also enjoy vampire cuddles. We remove our clothes, and put one glove on each, and... cuddle.

I feel I should say more, but I cannot think of what I would say without just rambling about how great they are.

However, I will say this.

I love it when Colombina sits next to me, wraps her arm around my shoulders, and puts a hand over my mouth. When she does it with these gloves on...

Pubic shearing as a public sphere

I am sat next to Harlequin in his bed. He is gleefully reviewing this, and I am idly sitting back after a very long day of traveling. But all is good now, because we will get to spend a few days together.

The only problem is that my pubis is slightly sore. You see, I foolishly went to have it waxed yesterday, when I should have allowed a couple of days to recover, and although the waxing lady was very nice and careful, it still got slightly irritated.

Thankfully, I am anything but hirsute, and so I've never had the dilemma of waxing or not waxing, really. But Harlequin seemed to appreciate the idea of hairless nether regions, and so, soon after we first got together, I decided to go for it and get a complete waxing.

I am sure a lot of people will have fliched at the mention of pubic waxing. I understand, I flinch when I think about shaving. I mean, a razor? There? Really? Yeah, thanks, but no thanks. Also, I have heard all those stories about hair growing stronger and more stubborn the more you shave it, with a risk of infected ingrown hairs that I get nightmares about it. "The revenge of the razor pussy". Hollywood, here's one for the books.

The reason I want to share this with you is not gratuitious. The thing is, I've already undergone the procedure several times, and it never ceases to surprise me just how similar it is to a spanking. Or to a BDSM scene in general, really. But because spanking is, we could say, so far, my field of expertise, that's what I am going to relate it to. But, in general terms, consenting to someone, a stranger at that, to do very terrible things to your private parts? Surely you can see the connection.

First, they smear the wax on you. That would equal the rubbing before a spanking. I love to have that wax put on me. It's just the right temperature, and smells heavenly, and there is that OMINOUSNESS when the smearing of the wax stops and you feel the first paper strip being firmly stuck in place, and you know that...

... the first pull is exactly the same as the first blow in a spanking. It catches you by surprise, can leave you breathless and you know that there's many, many more to come.

From there, the procedure follows a very similar pattern to a spanking, except I've never felt that my uterus was going to be pulled through my pores while being spanked. There is occasional further wax smearing/rubbing, and lots, lots of paper strips being pulled. It hurts a lot, it is absolutely endurable, and I am sure childbirth will be ten times worse, because then my uterus will actually be trying to come out through my pores. Or something like that.

Once the ritual is over, the kind lady who is getting paid to do that to you rubs some moisturizer on the affected parts. Ah, that aftercare is so welcome! And then you get dressed and pay her (not always part of a BDSM scene) and you part ways amiably.

I am certainly not recommending anybody wishing to undergo pubic waxing as a substitute for a scene, which would be wrong for many reasons, the first one being that the waxing lady might not take too well to being turned into an impromptu dominatrix. But, much like the branch of anthropology that studies rituals, the similarities between both situations struck me as dreadfully interesting. And it makes me wonder. Are there other ordinary life situations that somehow replicate BDSM proceedings?

Punishment

I have been a naughty Harlequin.

Last night, after a bike ride, I was still wearing my lycra shorts. Colombina had gone to bed.

And I decided it would be fun to fill these with shaving foam and masturbate.

Which I did. It feels incredible. Try it.

I sent an email to Colombina telling her what I had done, and how I looked forward to doing it with her.

Then she told me that, to wash all the naughtiness off me, I was to take a shower, in which I was to make myself come twice in ten minutes.

I failed.

Now I am not allowed to come tonight, which I am desperate to do, and I have to do the same thing tomorrow, but I will have fifteen minutes. If I can't manage that, I will not be allowed to come for TWO WHOLE DAYS, while being teased, and then I will be given twenty minutes.

So here I sit, alone, desperately horny, my mind full of thoughts relating to one week from today, when I will see my Colombina again, and I am not allowed to come.