On Being Displayed
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Posted:Apr 6, 2006 2:37 pm
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2010 12:59 pm 22529 Views
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I was thinking a little more on yesterday's post. This line of inquiry always leads me off into erotic memories, fantasies and wishful thoughts. Yesterday I decided that it was the connection between the exhibitionist and the voyeur that generated the excitement. However, as I started thinking lustfully about something that happened a few nights ago, I realized that there can be other forces at work as well. Being displayed can be as or more powerful than putting one's self on display. The sense of vulnerability and exposure is greatly increased, particularly when bondage is involved.
The events of the other night unfold as follows. I had been working at my desk in a bath robe and becoming hornier by the moment. My mind kept wondering, as did my hand. Before too long I was spending far more time stroking than making key strokes and so I decided to take a break and have a little fun. My bindings and cock ring are always in the pocket of my robe, so there was no need to leave my seat. I logged into ALT and started to broadcast my cam before beginning the process of wrapping my scrotum with a heavy wool ribbon and applying the cock ring. My cock and balls were front and centre in the image. The skin over my balls was stretched taught by the bindings above and between them. My cock was still limp but slowly swelling. I started to tease myself to full hardness. This is not the instant process that it was when I was young but the cock ring produces very firm erections once the stiffening starts. As the shaft hardens, the cock ring begins to apply pressure and the bindings on my balls become tighter. The tension was becoming quite wonderful. My hand was slick with my own spit and my cock was glistening. I was picking up a few viewers on the cam. Everything was going wonderfully.
That was when my wife walking in. She made some comment about starting without her and disappeared for a moment. When she returned, she was carrying a bottle of lube and a pair of leather cuffs. Well, I thought, things just keep getting better. She cuffed my hand behind the back of the chair and lubed her hands. Then she spread my legs wide and placed her own chair between them. I was pretty much immobile at this point. This was what she intended, of course, and with a smile she began. Now my wife as a very teasing way with a hand job. It is never fast and never ends when I cum. That night was no exception. With my balls held taught in their bindings and my cock hard to bursting, every movement of her hand was an epic sweep of sensation. As she went, she pulled at the ball bindings, adding further tension. I had left one end of the ribbon free and as she pulled it sank deeper between my balls. Each little tug forced them further apart and tightened the skin. I have no idea how long she played with me but it was more than long enough to drive me a little insane. And when I came she enjoyed her old game of seeing how much she could make me writhe from the intense pleasure she pulls from my cock. All the while, I and what was being done to me was displayed on cam for one and all to see. It was wonderful. No, it was exquisite. The idea that I no longer had any choice in displaying myself was vastly erotic. It added so much to the experience.
We must do that again soon.
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Few or Many? Near or Far? Exhibitionist Ponderings
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Posted:Apr 5, 2006 5:50 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 5:0 am 22595 Views
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I was wondering about exhibitionisms today. I like to show off. I admit it freely. But I have never explored what it really means to me. Is it better when two people are watching? Does adding a third viewer increase the pleasure? And if more is better, at what point is the appetite surfeited? Is a hundred enough? A thousand? What if all the world could see?
I suspect that my pleasure in exhibitionism is only modestly increased by numbers. The limit is probably based on the number of people I can engage as individuals. I can certainly be intimate with three. I can relate to a dozen people as individuals within a room. I can gage each and every response. If there are many more than this, the people become a group or crowd. I am distanced from them by the impersonality implicit in the word “them” rather than the specific “him” or “her.” I am distinct from them. And I suspect that exhibitionism is very much about inclusion.
Even if the voyeur is silent, I want to believe that he or she is enjoying the experience. Feedback certainly enhances the experience. So if inclusion is the thing, if the intimacy of a shared experience is central to exhibitionism, then the strength of the connection between exhibitionist and voyeur is the true measure of the pleasure received. By this logic, being watched on cam is an option but being watched through a window would be more intense. If the voyeur were in the same room...hmmm..Is that too close? What would that feel like?
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The Ties That Bind
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Posted:Mar 26, 2006 10:02 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 5:0 am 26330 Views
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I love cock and ball bondage. Even as I write this, fully clothed at the computer, my balls are bound by a leather cord that wraps around the top of the sack and between the balls. The skin is stretched taut. I can feel the testicles pressing firmly against the fabric of my trousers. Occasionally I reach down and rub them. I love the tension, the constriction, and the control. I enjoy applying bindings to myself but I especially love it when someone else binds my cock and teases it. Yes, that is my favourite. Cuffs on my wrists, cuffs on my ankles, and stout chains firmly anchored are a good beginning. Then I like bands of cloth or leather wrapped around my scrotum, beginning just below my cock. Each wrap winds its way down the sack and pushes my balls further away from my body. The pressure increases. One or two wraps might pass between the testicles, pulling them apart and further adding to the tension. The cock ring goes on top. As blood flows into the cock it cannot flow out. The pressure increases. And when I am bound, I can do nothing to ease the pressure. I must endure whatever is done to me.
I do not enjoy pain. But I do enjoy teasing, denial and control by my partner. She can make it last a very long time, and has. It is delicious. Her well lubed hand on my cock is heaven. Her finger nails and tongue stroking the stretched skin of my scrotum is beyond description. Her fingers and the butt plug add further sensation, especially when she fucks me slowly with the plug. There is nothing I can do but go along for the ride. And when she wants to gallop, she makes me cum. And then she really has fun. I am so sensitive after I cum that even the lightest touch on my cock makes me convulse in my bonds. She enjoys that. She makes a sport of it. I enjoy it too but it is so intense that if my hands were free I would push her away. With the cuffs in place that is not an option. Her favourite game is to see how much she can make me writhe. She has developed excellent techniques to get the most out of me. And then there are her whims. Sometimes she decides I should cum a second time before she stops. Occasionally she will decide that a third time is really necessary. On those nights I am truly spent by the time she stops.
As I write this I feel a little tingle from my bound balls and hope this might be one of those nights.
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Sliding Through Darkness
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Posted:Mar 23, 2006 2:43 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 5:0 am 27927 Views
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She woke with my hand between her cheeks and my long index finger entering her quim. She moaned a complaint that became encouragement as my finger was replaced by my cock. She did not need to be wet. My member was lubricated, standing stiff in its cock ring. My balls were aching and straining against their bindings.
I had gone to bed with the bindings and the cock ring on, enjoying the pressure they applied. Now, in the early hours of the morning, that pressure had become a powerful need. I had awakened snuggled against the warm of my wife's back. My groin was pressed against her buttocks. I was as hard as iron. For a moment I pulled away, pulling a bottle of lube from the night stand by the bed. The lube was cool and I moaned as I applied the first coating. A few strokes up and down the shaft spread it evenly. Another coat followed with a twist around the head that nearly caused me to cum right there. The third coat was probably unnecessary but the cool liquid felt so good going on and I wanted to slide in quickly, without resistance.
When I rolled back I could feel the inviting heat of her once more. Her knees were already bent, tucked up into her chest, giving me easy access. I thought about taking her ass but decided that I wanted her quim first. I found her wetness with my finger and explored inside. The lips felt delicate as I openned them, stopping to lightly brush the clit as I went. But there was to be no foreplay tonight. Lubed as my cock now was, she would take my whole lenght with a single thrust. I stroked around the entrance. She was moist inside. She was tight. Her knees were still together against her chest.
I positioned my cock and thrust. It was a delicious slide home and she gasped as I filled her. Hooking one arm around her hips and grasping the bedboard with the other, I set up a rhythm while she lay still. Her right hand slid between her legs and one finger found her clit. Her warmth, her tightness and her moaning passion pushed me towards the edge but the tighter cock ring and ball bindings held me back. I whispered in her ear that I was going to fill her with my cum and she moaned loader. Her breathing was in time with my thrusts now, little shuddering sounds in the dark. She was close. I was closer. I rolled her onto her back without leaving her quim. Our legs entwined, I raised my hips to thrust deeply. She shuddered as the additional length entered her. Then I withdrew, leaving her empty, and stroked my cock with my right hand. My stroking made wet sounds in the night. Sounds she could hear. Sounds that told her a hard cock was close, a cock she wanted in her. Cum began to ooze from the head, added to the wetness. I told her. I said that my cock was covered in cum. I told her I was going to put it back into her. she moaned again, begging me to fill her. All the time her finger danced frantically across her clit. Her beathing became frantic. She went stiff, thrusting her hips are the empty air. She begged me again to fill her.
And as she came I did fill her with a long slide. The cum and the lubricant together made the entry effortless. I felt her quim stwitch around my cock and I renewed my thrusting. With each entry she took gasping breath. Now she was gripping the headboard, taking all I gave her until it was too much and she frantically pushed me away.
Still trying to catch her breath, she rolled around and wrapped her fingers around my cock. With the other she teased by balls. What followed seemed to go on for an eternity. She would tease and flirt and change her rythm. She licked my balls and pulled at my cock. She built me up and kept me on the edge. And when I came she did not stop. She delights in feeling and watching me writhe in please under her touch. The cock ring kept me hard and she continued mercilessly. I loved every moment of it. I wanted it to continue forever and I needed it to stop. But pride would not let me ask for an end and so I endured my sweet torture. I d not know how og she kept at it but by the time she finished I was drained.
She thanked me and I thanked her. We cleaned each other and then cuddled back in our bed. That was a good night.
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