If I can’t be pleased by a successful sex club, what kind of experience would I have in the wholesome surroundings of a business motel in the East Bay?
Over the weekend, my beloved femsub and I had various engagements in the East Bay, far enough from home that a hotel room made sense. This wasn’t going to be our usual getaway trip, in which we lock ourselves into a hotel room for 24 hours and fuck, play, talk, and play some more. We would have a few evening hours, time for sleep, and maybe some time in the morning to play. Still, we have really needed some time focusing on each other and building up to serious levels of intensity. The daily play keeps the kink engine idling, but it doesn’t take us to the level of intensity that we both need.
When we got in, it was late, I was tired, and we just sat quietly, ate a little picnic supper, and read. Naturally at bedtime things heated up a bit, and we went to sleep happy. And woke in the night once or twice for brief episodes. Around six in the morning, we broke out the brand-new Christmas lube the young man at LeatherMasters of San Jose had recommended. Same ingredients as Eros, which they didn’t have in stock. It worked fine on my partner, but it didn’t seem to be working for me. We tried some more, but the purple jelly dildo seemed to keep developing sharp edges. Bloody hell. The lube was making me itch, and in all the wrong places.
So I went and sat in a bath for while. After I was soothed, we went back to sleep and woke at around 9AM. We still hadn’t done serious play yet, and checkout time was noon.
So I put clamps on her nipples–a different approach than my usual, and a risky one, since clamps are edgy for her. I made sure these were mild clamps, though, and that she could handle the pain. Between the challenge of clamps and the pleasure of being able to take them for me, she slipped into subspace. A heavy, hard, mostly thuddy spanking with a weight glove and a vicious wooden paddle (plus, as usual, lots of orgasms for my slut) took her deeper. And then. . . the vampire glove.
Her ass was already brilliantly, evenly crimson when I brought the glove out. When I started spanking her swollen cheeks, the blood sprang out. Beautiful. I rubbed my face over her ass and made her look at my blood-spattered countenance. Then I went back to spanking her, alternating unpredictably between the deep thud of the weight glove and the hundred sharp points of the vampire glove. I caressed her breasts with the spiked leather and fucked her mouth with my dangerous sharp-edged fingers.
Afterwards, I held her, rubbed her bleeding ass and thighs with Neosporin, and relished the intensity of the scene. Orgasms, yes. Dommegasms, oh yes. Doing something so dark and bloody, so right, so hot, so tender, can always make me come–no touch required.
Now, days later, her ass is itchy as it heals and still a bit sore. I’m still smiling. And we’re already calculating when we can play hard again.
Note: Be aware that we’re fluid-bonded, both HIV negative, and negative for anything else that could be a problem. Also, I have been tending her ass with Neosporin and watching for infection. On an emotional level, we’ve been together for six years, we trust each other, and we both get off on blood sports. Don’t try anything like this without discussing it first.