Posted on | October 22, 2014 | 4 Comments
It’s the fourth annual International Fisting Day (well, it is in the US – it was yesterday in New Zealand), and I’ve had some amazing fisting experiences this year – so now seems like a great opportunity to share them. This year has been all about give and take, and when it comes to hands in *cough* new places, that’s never been more true!
Take yourself back to the very first day of 2014. Do you remember what you were doing?
I do. After the party the night before I’d slept over at Hylas’, and we were having some (very late) morning fun. I was still recovering from my Piriformis issue so I had to be careful with the positions I put myself in, but I got myself in a comfortable sitting position so I was placed rightly for my pet’s arse – and he was smooth and slippery and absolutely lovely to play with. It was somewhat unexpected for the both of us that rather than the usual two or three fingers, he kept opening up and I kept adding lube and suddenly my whole hand was in, up to the palm!
Not being planned, I didn’t have my camera with me – but I get get some fantastic shots with my phone.
Such a very pretty, very full Pet!
And look at all that lubrication
In June I went to Melbourne for two weeks to see m’Lady. We got up to all sorts of terrifically hot and sexy stuff – including one afternoon when I was stuffed full with the Sire dildo, then the Mr Universe dildo, then m’Lady’s hand, deeper than I’ve ever had it before. The Mr Universe is very good at opening my cunt wide, we discovered!
Hand? What hand? I don’t see any hand there …
I made rather a lot of noise, and we captured that as well. Grunting, laughing, groans, swearing … it’s all here!
What have I learned about fisting this year? Well:
- it’s incredible fun from both ends
- you really never can have too much lube
- black gloves are sexy as fuck
- I can’t orgasm with a hand that deep in my cunt
- Hylas can come intensely hard with a hand up his arse
- It’s almost impossible to focus a camera with one hand when the other one is occupied/occupying!
Other Fisting Day Links
Stuff by me:
Stuff by others:
~ Fisting erotica by Xan West
~ The Dos and Don’ts of Fisting by Autostraddle
~ Mindchaotica has a few thoughts on Proper Fisting and sexual freedom
~ Jozumppenguin writes about Fist Fest, and his first firsting
~ Everything on the fistingday tumblr!
Do you fist? Do you love it?
Posted on | October 12, 2014 | 19 Comments
Very shortly after meeting Hylas I was introduced to his gas masks. Much like full-face hoods, I found them somewhat intimidating at first – when his expressions were covered up, I worried I couldn’t follow what he was enjoying or not. But as I got to know him better I learned what fun gas masks can be (and trusted us both to work out communication when non-verbals were limited).
It’s kinda good I like them, because he has a few:
(Click to see full-size)
Yes, not only are there 10 gas masks there, but there’s also a fair few accessories!
What’s my favourite? Well, I’ve been getting great pleasure out of this item for many years now:
(Click through for a photo I just think is cool, but isn’t of anything in particular.)
The dildo hose is an attachment which can be used to breathe in and out of, and I particularly like it for holding in my mouth and letting Hylas breathe through my sinuses – something which boggles him a little, as he’s not able to do so himself. It’s also very easy to block the hole in the tip of the dildo by using my tongue, which is great fun for breath play, in short quantities.
The oldest photo I could find of myself trying on one of Hylas’ gas masks is from back in 2009. You can probably tell I’m grinning like a loon … and look! It’s my favourite accessory attached
When prepping for this Kink of the Week – one Jade asked me to guest write for the site – I decided I wanted to try on a gas mask I hadn’t put on before: the German Drager. I swiftly discovered that my lenses fogged up!
I was feeling daring, so I also tried a rebreather bag, which I’d never done before. It was quite a rush – there’s a little valve on the side (the white thing you can see), and if you keep it open then fresh oxygen comes in, and if it’s closed? Well, you’re rebreathing your own air, which eventually gets less and less oxygen in it. I tried that for a few minutes and got a little dizzy – it’s not my thing, I don’t think:
Because we were messing about with gas masks, I was a nice Boss and let Hylas wear one (or rather, let him choose – he was always going to wear one of them!). I’ve photographed this one before, in macro, but it’s always nice to see the complete look:
Hylas is a particular fan of this Russian modified gas mask because it has (removeable) coverings for the eyes, completely covers the head – and of course you can use it with various attachments!
(His t-shirt, incidentally, is from Arrakis Art. Isn’t it awesome? The rubbered up person is saying ‘Pollen Allergy!’)
He got extremely laid back and relaxed once he was masked up.
And I got to have some fun too!
We spent some time with me breathing for him, breathing without him (briefly – we are always very careful about that), and then me breathing cock for a little bit until he popped!
It was a great afternoon. I may not love gas masks as much as Hylas does – but I sure do love enabling him to play with them
A few posts I’ve written showing off gas masks:
We spend a summer’s twilight under North Head, with me wearing the Israeli civilian (and filter)
Hylas and I go on nationwide television – and he’s wearing one of his British S10 masks
I try my hand at drawing (no, I’m not very good) Hylas in his German Drager
So … can you identify them all now?
Thanks again to Jade for inviting me to write about Gas Masks for KotW!
Posted on | October 5, 2014 | 22 Comments
I wanted it. The pain was astounding, but I bore it because I wanted it.
― “Spanking Aphrodite” from the collection Bad Girl by Alison Tyler
or Mama Bear?
Everything I know I learned from my cat: When you’re hungry, eat. When you’re tired, nap in a sunbeam. When you go to the vet, pee on your owner.
- Gary Smith
Okay, I just have to share one more pic of us:
What a little tart she is!
My amazing bruising was courtesy of friend Bear at the C.H.o.K.E. play party on Saturday night. Truncheon, paddles, fists and a bokken. WOW!
Posted on | September 30, 2014 | 6 Comments
So this is it – the final day of September and my final post for Scavenger Hunt month. And what do you know? The photo I showcased in my link image (this one right here)
is from the location I’m sharing today. Now that’s timing!
On my holiday in Melbourne I went a-day-tripping with m’Lady; we walked down into Williamstown proper from the train, past the telephone exchange, and then bought ourselves some lunch and sat the park. It was a pretty park, with trails for running, cycling and dog-walking, and a view across the harbour to the Melbourne CBD. There were seagulls who wanted some of our fish and chips, and there was this:
(Actually, there were two of them – but this is the one closest to our seat.)
They’ve been around for quite some time, these cannons. They’re nearly 150 years old, and have been in this spot for 40+ years.
They’re also remarkably uncomfortable! Difficult to get onto, and challenging to pose on. But I guess they weren’t exactly designed for that…
But this is me – of course I managed! And m’Lady took some great photos, too.
Eventually I had to get down and stretch back out. But I thought we could do with another view before departing, so I bent over.
And with a wee bit of luck – the bicyclists and pedestrians disappeared for a few minutes – we managed this flash:
What a thrill! That said, I am extremely glad these aren’t in use, as I think they’d be more terrifying than thrilling then…
And that was that! I still have seven locations photographed and ready to go, so there’ll be some more posted in a week or so.
Posted on | September 29, 2014 | 2 Comments
When m’Lady and I took our day-trip to Williamstown, on my last visit to Melbourne, we also ran across rather a few Scavenger Hunt locations – some of which we were able to successfully capture, and some which we put in the ‘too-hard’ basket.
But this one – what is this one?
Any ideas? Oh look – there’s a car (with a fellow eating his lunch inside):
Around the corner, and we get the answer: it’s a telephone exchange! Been looking for one of those for a while, too.
Quick now – while the lunch-eater isn’t looking (although possibly people in the pub across the road are…):
Whee! Bruises and boobs come out to play And what a blast that was! On to find our own lunch…
There’ll be one more to finish off the month. Can you guess what it’ll be?
Posted on | September 28, 2014 | 18 Comments
It’s taken rather a few years, but I am finally posting my one hundredth Scavenger Hunt! Only one other person has done so many, and the amazing KaziGrrl is still rather a few ahead of me – which doesn’t stop me scampering to catch up
For my hundredth, it’s the final series of photos Hylas took of me out by Lake Pupuke (the first one being at the lake itself, and the second by a shipping container). How could we miss out the Rowing Club? It is a sports club, after all…
It had a very convenient seat just outside beneath the sign. A good place to watch the rowers from.
And to slyly flash from, too
But there’s more! How can I resist a good recessed doorway?
Answer? I surely can’t – and there weren’t any complaints, either!
You know, I have no intention of rowing (although I did it quite a lot when I was part of Sea Venturers in my teens). But it is a lovely club indeed.
This is also my 17th post for Scavenger Hunt month – I have just a few more to show!
Posted on | September 26, 2014 | No Comments
When wandering around Lake Pupuke, Hylas and I discovered a 20ft shipping container – presumably used to store kayaks and the like, given there was a boat ramp right next to it. That was our guess anyhow. But what a convenient place for a Scavenger Hunt!
I thought that the side of the container would be better than the front – those dragonboaters were still going strong in the waterway across the other side of the car park.
But I did appreciate the view from where I was, looking out across the lake. Absolutely lovely
I think Hylas was enjoying this view instead
This is my 99th Scavenger Hunt location! One more for the Diamond award…
Posted on | September 25, 2014 | 2 Comments
Also known as an absolutely stunning lake here on Auckland’s North Shore – and very well known to both locals and anyone who’s read (or see the TV series or movie) ‘Under the Mountain‘ by Maurice Gee.
Lake Pupuke has lovely bushland around part of it, and the famous Pumphouse Theatre – originally a pumphouse – on its shores. The afternoon Hylas and I visited there were dragonboaters practicing, and a fair number of people ambling around.
That didn’t stop us finding a relatively secluded area (aside from the ducks) to take some photos!
I even took the opportunity to get completely topless – although the timing was tight, as someone came past just seconds after I had my clothes back in place
We actually managed two more locations in this area – those’ll be the next ones I post!
Posted on | September 24, 2014 | 7 Comments
There are a lot of bills (aka advertising posters) plastered around Auckland, albeit for the most part in designated spaces. And one thing they do is brighten up the area – it’s definitely not a boring white wall any more once these are up!
Directly around the corner from the phone booth was a whole mess of them, and when I spotted one (with my surname!) that showed a model in a certain pose, I knew I was going to have fun with this Scavenger Hunt
We don’t really look anything alike, do we?
Not least because this wasn’t the place to get completely naked. Although that would have been awesome!
I managed just a little bit of skin, though – and that grin is back in force. Is anyone surprised?
Thank you Hylas, for suggesting this location
Posted on | September 23, 2014 | 2 Comments
I couldn’t tell you the last time I used a payphone – at least 15 years – but there’s still plenty of them out there! What I wanted to get for this Scavenger Hunt location, though, was a phone box that didn’t have a big sticker slapped across it advertising free-wifi in the area (that you could only use if you were with Telecom, now renamed Spark). Your basic phone booth, with three-side protection. That’s what I wanted.
Hylas had been keeping an eye out for me, and spotted this one in Grey Lynn. On Sunday afternoon a few days later, we were returning from the Queer and Kinky Munch and decided it was the perfect time to grab this spot.
For all that it was a busy road, with a dairy behind me and a dairy across the road from me (dairy: corner store, servo, superette), we managed a grand shot:
Sure, it’s only one boob – but anyone looking would have had quite the surprise!
We were just getting started with the locations we snapped that afternoon…keep looking »