A few days ago I gave you a little snippet of my experience with some marvellous new arrivals to my Kink Collection. Here’s more on that.
The lovely people at Vibrator.com package their products and sex toys carefully and discretely, for any of those who are worried about their postman getting strange ideas about how you run things on the other side of the letterbox. I, for one, was thankful for this as I had to collect my parcel from the post office and walk through town after somehow not hearing the delivery man bring it to our place the other day. On top of this, the parcel arrived with two sachets of Astroglide lube and some lovely pink stickers which Mister is tempted to attach to his guitar as a humorous gimmick, so all fab there!
The cuffs themselves are of good quality. I have the Deluxe Door Jam Cuffs which accommodate both wrists and ankles, and whilst the image on the cover (above) isn’t that appealing – noticeably, the model’s shoes don’t appear to fit her too well – it’s what is inside that really matters. Made from beautifully soft black material, the cuffs don’t leave much of a mark if any at all on your skin. Adjustable to suit most heights, the straps can be altered with between a whole foot in leeway length. They attach to wrists or ankles using velcro. I was a little dubious as to how well they would hold, but I needn’t have worried. They are secure against very strong tugs and even held the majority of my weight as I hoisted myself up to meet Mister’s thrusts. Safety-wise, you can unattach them yourself quickly and easily so they are not as hardcore bondage as, say, lockable handcuffs or tightly bound ropes/scarves. Ideal if you are perhaps quite dirty-minded but are worried about losing keys/not being able to escape from your bonds in an emergency.
The Door Jam parts are made from sturdy plastic with door-friendly rubberised ends. These are very easy set up and to store, folding away to an inconspicuous size – quite the travel handy piece of kit, I would imagine…
If you are a regular reader of my witterings here, you may be aware that I have just the *slightest* propensity towards bondage, both of myself and of Mister. I dig it big time. There was a decided spring in my step walking back through town with the box tucked under my arm. I couldn’t wait to get it home to try things out.
Releasing my hair, I was able to see him move downward towards my breasts and proceed to take one nipple inbetween his fingers and the other between his lips. Mister is definitely a breasts-man. And I love the attention he pays to them. Licking, sucking, nibbling and, today, biting as well as a few twists to settle me right into this delicious discomfort. Each caress he delivered made me moan deeper and lower, my breathing laboured. He then continued to make the most of my incapability to escape. He moved his focus to my pussy. Already so wet and aroused from everything that had been before, Mister set to driving me to distraction with his oral techniques. I writhed. I strained against the tethers. All to no avail, of course, so all I had left was my voice. He pushed me to the point where my breathing was all shattered and inconsistent, a kind of shiver I like to think it as. He was working hard, to the point that the next morning he showed me a pair of red carpet burns on his knees.
All this time, his fingers were not idle. The were busy either reaching up to my breasts, moving along the side of my body, delving inside me so blissfully at my g-spot or delivering those short, sharp thwacks to my flanks, again making me jolt all the more. After a little while of this complete spoiling of me, he returned to another of those powerful kisses. It amused me to see a little smudge of moisture at the side of his lips, which I dutifully kissed clean. His eyes said it all – all to see there was pure lust and carnality before me.
The restraints then came into their own for another purpose – as a leverage device. We’ve often tried having sex standing up against a wall or in the shower, but with our height differences, he being a little too tall for me, I being a little to short for him, it has always been uncomfortable and awkward. Fun all the same, but awkward. Tonight we found our way. After we had made some fantastically erotic shadows on the wall as he thrust into me from behind for an episode, he flipped me round once more, spreading my legs with his foot (such a hot, aggressive move – not one he’s done before!) I found that, by heaving myself up a little to allow him to move me over his cock and then using one leg to hook around his waist and the other with just the toes touching the floor for balance, the cuffs worked brilliantly in this manner. Supporting my weight and adding a little extra to the proceedings. We writhed together well that night and it was some of the most satisfying bondage sessions I have ever had with him.
I really can’t find any fault in these restraints. Vibrator.com have a great selection of bondage gear, as well as door jam cuffs just for the wrists. If bondage is your thing, seriously – check out this section of the well-stocked and varied site!
Here’s a belated Easter present for you all.
Oh, hell, have another one on me! Might as well make the most out my exhibitionist streak.