HappyComeLucky

This is the second post in a pair. The first can be found here.

 

By the time Honey arrived at our house, a vision in PVC and fishnets, my stomach was already in knots. We had planned this day for a while and it would include a number of ‘firsts’ for me. I had been counting down the days and my body hummed with anticipation. Well, anticipation and the effects of a week of tease and denial, it was hard to know where one stopped and the other one began.

For the morning of her visit, Honey had expressed an interest in being co-topped by me and my other half @beaudujour. After leading her into our house with a collar and leash, It wasn’t long before we had a Honey shaped footstool which wiggled provocatively under our feet whilst we discussed some of our ideas. Later and tied to a chair in our bedroom, I asked her how many orgasms she had had during the week I had denied myself for her. The answer was 37. 

I had been a little worried as to whether I would be able to top someone when I had spent the last week submitting to them, but the fact that I had spent the last 3 days with dull cramps in my abdomen and an aching clit whilst my tormentor enjoyed 37 orgasms somehow gave me the inspiration I needed.As per our agreement and exchange of enthusiastic consent, Honey was slapped, pinched, and clamped. We tied her face down on the bed and used paddles, floggers and canes to draw out from her the most exquisite of noises. Finally, we released her and chose dildos for her to use while we watched. Thinking of those 37 orgasms, I told her, with great feeling, to go fuck herself. She did, we watched, and it was magnificent.

I tried to join in with lunch, but knowing it was my turn next meant I couldn’t really think about eating. Honey and I had discussed in detail my love of anticipation and the good kind of fear, and I wanted to luxuriate in my nervousness. I took myself away and sat on the bed, imagining and also trying not to imagine what was going to happen. Over the course of the last 7 days, I had kept a journal for Honey, recording the number of times I had edged (25) and the number of times I had come (0). I had posted horniness updates using a beautiful hand-made horn-ometer, participated in teasing Twitter conversations, and I had watched a poll about how I was to be tied up get vote after vote even though I didn’t know what options people were voting for. 

During the afternoon I was tied, asymmetrically (because I hate that and so of course that’s what you all voted for), I was spanked, and I experienced the use of a fair few implements. Honey gave me what I wasn’t sure I could take, and encouraged me and helped me calm down so we could go again. She delivered ‘gifts’ from Twitter followers, and asked my partner to help her decide which cane strokes were hard enough to count towards the 8 that I had somehow asked for.

Finally I got to try out some new nipple clamps, and then whilst I gripped the headboard for dear life Honey used a Doxy to relieve a week of frustration. 4 times.

The whole experience was super hot, and loads of fun. I have learned about denial and what it does to me, the power of submitting to changes to plans, how to harness my frustration into topping energy, and the knicker melting hotness of having my torment discussed by lovely kinky people on the internet. I am forever grateful to Honey for this experience, and I can’t wait to play again!