The first night of Kinky Camp there was (as there was every night) a play party. As there were a number of spaces to play in, Hylas and I had some choice, and both being a) somewhat overwhelmed by crowds and b) rather knackered from presenting the Rubber Workshop that afternoon, we went for the smaller space – the room we’d presented in, and which was usually colonised by the rope players.
However with the exception of two other people it was deserted: everyone else was out in the courtyard watching a full-on single-tail session. So we made the most of the (relative) quiet and had some play.
Hylas is very good at service topping – while I am definitely still Boss, I am happy to put myself in his hands. To start things off he did some excellent bastinado on my feet, using various wooden implements I’d brought with me. I lay back, blindfolded, and relaxed into the thuddy sensations as he slowly built the firmness up.
When he was getting sore hands (and I was satisfied) he lay down the implements and went fossicking in my toy bag. I’d put all sorts of things into it when packing for camp, and I had no idea what he was hunting for.
Now I had no idea what he had planned. I knew he was putting pegs on my belly, and that there was plenty of pinching and tugging (and just a tiny bit of tickling) going on in the process. But I was unaware that they were all strung together in a line, attached and reliant on one another.
And while I knew he’d put on quite a few, my counting skills were rotten – between floatiness from the bastinado and an increasing pinchy burn from the pegs on the belly I was losing it utterly. Some! I knew there were some!
I definitely did not know there was a length of string left free at the end, for Hylas to pull on when he decided he was ready. Well, I started to get the idea when he began to tug on it and everything moved. Practice runs, apparently.
When he decided the time was right? He lifted up that string on an angle and pulled hard, and everything unzipped. Nine pegs in a row came flying off me, held together by that string.
It HURT. Fire across my belly, and I lost my breath before catching it again and then losing it and coming so hard that my whole body bowed up as I spasmed. Behind my blindfold fireworks shot everywhere, and my heels pressed down into the floor before I finally started to unclench, uncurl, relax.
When I could talk again:
…That was awesome.
I hate it when he knows before I do that I’m going to love something. But he was, most definitely, correct