When I dropped off Gray at his cabin, off loaded his things, and made sure he was good, I stepped up to hug him. I kissed his cheek. He turned his face into my kiss. He wanted more than a peck.
His lips met mine. We kissed. And kissed. And kissed. I stood up on my tip toes. My arms around his chest.
Eventually he ended our embrace.
"You better go. My cock's getting hard and you have to work."
He slapped my ass and sent me on my way. I, regretfully, went back to setup duty.
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"I just wanted to ask for your advice on running for Dirty Pig."
"Well, you've seen the show before. You know what to expect. I think the only thing that might harm you is wanting it too much."
Brakes screeched in my brain.
FULL STOP, yelled a voice in my head.
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"Maybe I'm trying too hard? Maybe I'm taking this too seriously? I'm gonna stop. I'm not going to talk about Dirty Pig for the rest of the night. And as far as bribing the judges..."
"When it comes to the judges, I think they need to get to know you. You can't just be the next person offering them something. Not just another pretty face. They need to remember your name."
"You know, I was thinking. I went to Del's class at GKE. And I saw Carol at CatalystCon. And I just got an email about possibly getting a short story published. What if I spoke to them about those things first? Make myself a person instead another contestant just trying to get a vote."
"I think you've got this, Lil Sis."
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"I just wanted to thank you for teaching Top of the Boot at the first GKE. I was fairly new to bootblacking then, and it was the first time I'd seen a class from the perspective of the person receiving the blacking. I really appreciated the presentation.
"Also...A little birdie told me you were one of the judges for Dirty Pig. I'm running for Dirty Pig. How would you like me to bribe you?"
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"Yes, you can use rope for breath play. You can use twine. You can use piano wire, but then you'll run into other issues."
"Mmm," I moaned, while stroking my neck.
"You are one sick and twisted chic."
~
"Other fun activities can also be used for breath play."
"Yeah, I know." Rough turned me, noting my sly smile as I stood in front of the class.
"Really?"
"Yeah, last night."
"Good on him."
"Indeed," I said.
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"How do you want me to prepare for your Basic Suspension class?"
"Don't eat a big meal beforehand, and don't die in Rough's class."
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"Now, I'm at a disadvantage for my class. Poetic is an experienced suspension bottom. She's suspended herself and others, and can make up for any mistakes or discomfort this suspension may cause."
Wow, I thought. People, even Gray, actually notice my rope-y-ness. I may be kind of good at this.
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"Now, what if she fainted in her suspension?"
I let my body go limp in his ropes. Listened as Gray explained how to get someone down to the ground quickly. Felt as familiar hands lifted my frame, loosed the ropes, and rested me on the floor. Kept my eyes closed, and my body unmoved, as people "scrambled" around me.
"Okay, you can get up now."
I popped up to sitting, smiling at the class.
"Okay, everyone spread out on the frames and try your suspensions." Gray looked down on me. "Can you...?"
"Yup." I scooted my butt across the floor, ropes still tied to my body. In the corner, I started untying his ropes and leaving them in neat-ish lines to be coiled.
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"If he were at Summer Camp, he would totally win Fresh Meat."
"Well, it's not exactly a competition."
"Well no, it's a popularity contest."
Rough looked at my friend.
"Can you hold this please," he asked. My friend took up Rough's bag.
Rough's fist slammed into my chest before I had time to register his movement.
"Thank you," he said, taking back his things.
"Thank you," I said to Rough as he left class.
I was a smiley-happy-floaty girl again.
We met in the Dungeon soon after parting by the pool. He chose the suspension rig to the left of the stage. I sat down my things, slipped off my sandals.
"Should I take off my clothes?"
"I like to unwrap my presents."
He unrolled what he had dubbed his 'big bundle of ow', a blanket with implements nestled inside of it. One of them included his piece of graphite (shit), but one of his toys was not the Twisted Bitch (thank Christ). He had two floggers, including his big whomping flogger, as well as three or four canes and some rope. I stretched, prepared myself for what was to come. He rigged his ring to the frame.
I stepped to the center of the rig, relaxed, hands resting behind my back. He uncoiled a length of rope. Dragged the chord across my chest. Wrapped it around my neck. Stepped behind me. Pushed his body against mine. My hands felt his cock through his pants. Massaged him as he ran the rope along my skin and breathed into my ear.
He pulled my hair tie from my head. Let it drop to the floor. Let my locks flow down my back.
His hands slid down to mine. Raised them. Bound them. Brought my hands into the air above my head. Secured them to his ring.
He kissed my cheek. Punched my back. Stepped in front of me. Punched my chest. Kissed me more. Traced his fingers from my face down to my chest. Pulled my strapless dress and bra down. Wrenched my boobs. Pushed my dress to the floor. Grabbed my ass. I kicked my dress away. He unhooked my bra. Tossed it aside.
He slapped and punched my chest and ass.
Picked up his flogger. Attacked my back. My ass. Hit my boobs. Went for my nipples, occasionally catching my rings for a split second.
He picked up a cane. Wailed on my ass. Grabbed my hair. Pulled me into a back band. Caned my breasts. Came across my nipples. I cried out.
And then a hand was inside me. He fingered my pussy, dancing his digits in my wetness. And another strike came from his cane, burning sensations on my ass. More fingering. More pain. Alternating the mean with the sweet.
He put down his cane. Picked up his paddle. Again attacked my ass. But, again, his fingers found my cunt, working his magic inside me. I begged, pleaded to cum.
"Not yet." He had one specific demand. "On the third strike." I knew they would be brutal. I always had to earn my orgasms. One hard smack. A second. And then finally a third.
I pulled myself down onto his hand. Rode his fingers for every single molecule of my cum. Screamed and cried out my ecstasy.
He stood. Loosed my wrist rope. Dropped me down to my knees. Kept my hands elevated. Secured the rope again. Pulled out his cock.
He grabbed my hair. Pushed my face onto his cock. Fucked my face. Sunk deep into my throat. I relaxed into his will. Until I had to breathe. Until I could take no more. Until I pulled away. But he held my head. But he insisted. But he wanted his cock inside me.
He pulled my head back. Let me breathe for a moment. Then did it again. And again. And again. I gagged, yet yielded to his will. Took all of him in me.
He rubbed his cock against my face. Let me suck on his balls. Let me play with his cock with my mouth.
He reached up. Let down his rope. Brought it between my legs. Pulled me down into a reverse hogtie. Secured my wrists to my ankles.
I felt his cock rub against my pussy lips and ass cheeks. Felt how hard he was. Felt as he reached over to his bag. Slid on a condom. Slid inside me. I moaned my pleasure. Moaned his name. He grabbed my hips. Pulled my body onto his cock. Fucked me hard on the floor as I took all of him, yet wanted more.
He came. Slid out of me. Reached his fingers inside me. Finger fucked me til I begged for his permission. He gave it. With his yes, I felt the race of orgasm through my pussy out to his hand. Out to my lower back. Down into my thighs. Up my spine. My thank you. My sounds. My cum.
He untied my ankles. Untied my wrists. Pulled me into his lap. Stroked my hair as I curled up into him. Lightly kissed my head. Sunk into his exhausted state, his second wind spent.
"Poetic, you like breath play."
"Yes."
"And I know you."
"Yes. Rough, do you need a demo bottom for your breath play class?"
"Yes."
"We should probably practice."
"Yes."
Rough stood and beckoned me from the porch into the cabin.
It was early in the event; most people had yet to arrive. We crept through the cabin trying our best to not disturb Gray was napping before dinner. We found an empty quad in the back, new beds barely broken in.
Whispering in the empty room, Rough asked me about my previous experience with breath play. I informed him only one other person had used blood chokes on me: NHF in Minnesota. I described NHF's technique; Rough was familiar with it. I also mentioned how NHF had taken about 7-10 seconds to get me out.
Rough had me stand at the edge of a bed. He stepped behind me. Asked me to lift my head. Point my arm up and to the left at a forty-five degree angle. He wrapped his arm around my neck and squeezed.
I felt my body fall through the air, but I didn't feel the impact of the bed, though I may have heard it. It was as if I were moving through water, as if I were a marionette and the strings on my body had been cut. I never went out, never forgot where I was. But for a moment I lost control of my muscles, lost the ability to stand.
Rough stood over me. "That was faster than seven to ten seconds."
I smiled into the mattress. I talked to him about my experience. Explained what it felt like.
"You were in that sweet spot, loss of body without the loss of consciousness."
We decided to go a bit farther. Again, my arm rose. Again, his arm wrapped around my neck. He squeezed and I held my arm up. Held it with all my might. Held it until...
When my eyes opened, I had forgotten where I was. I don't know what I dreamed, but I know I dreamed something. I looked up and saw the ceiling. When I registered I was in a different place than I had been, that what I thought was real was actually a dream, my memory came crashing back.
I was at camp. Rough was behind me. And I was high as a fucking kite.
I was so gleeful, so full of the awesome with life, that I couldn't stop smiling. I picked my body up off the bed. Rested on my knees on the floor. Looked up at Rough. I couldn't remember feeling this good in so long. I was so appreciative of Rough for giving me this gift, for imparting these feelings in my brain, I asked him an odd question.
"If it is not against your dynamic, may I kiss your boots?"
"Of course."
I bent over and met my lips to his leather. I kissed both his boots in appreciation and adoration for my experience.
My Wednesday had been shit. Setup had been difficult. And hot. And full of starts and stops. And took so long. Before I laid on the porch of the cabin feeling dejected. My camp had just started, but it felt like all my possible glee was gone.
And then Rough's arm had been around my neck. And my world felt right again.
Rough had other material he wanted to go over before class. I stood, my back to the wall, Rough standing in front of me. With a quick move, he clamped his hand over my mouth and nose. I tried to hold back my lizard brain, tried to keep myself from struggling. But soon enough I couldn't stop my hands from grabbing his hold. His other hand found my face. I flailed about. I pulled; he followed.
And then he let go. And breath rushed back into my lungs.
For his next practice, he instructed me to give him a double tap when I wanted him to stop. Again his hands clamped over my mouth and nose. My hands twitched. My feet stomped. I held out for as long as I could trying to stop my lizard brain from reacting. But, eventually, I tapped on his arm four times.
"You know, since that was a quadruple tap, I shouldn't have let go."
He pushed me up against the wall. His fingers pinpointed on my neck. I slipped once, twice, before I felt my muscles about to give out. Rough slipped his knee between my legs to stop my descent.
"How are you?"
"Excellent."
"How do you feel about face slapping?"
"Absolutely."
Rough hit me hard across the face, left to right. He grabbed my head and bashed it against the wall. All the while, my arms lazed at my sides, scratching against the wall.
"What's with the gripping?"
"When I'm cuming, or when I'm about to cum, I grip. When I'm turned on, or wet, I grip. It's fun when I'm on a bed."
Rough sat on the bed to my left. I settled against the wall for a moment, perfectly happy, before transitioning to the bed on my right.
"Why would anyone take drugs when you can do things to make your body this high?"
I rested my head against the wall, lazing in my post play haze. In that moment, I was completely uninhibited, and decided to be bluntly honest.
"You have this look in your eyes. You always have it. It's... gripping. Intoxicating."
I saw his satisfaction at my revelation.
"You know I'm gonna write about this, right?"
"Kinda figured. Just wait til Tuesday."
In that moment before dinner, before it was time to wake Gray, I realized I didn't have my notebook on me. I needed to take notes, now. I made my way back to my cabin.
As I skipped towards my temporary home, a giddy-happy-bubbly-girl, I stroked my neck and said over and over again to everyone and no one in particular, "My life doesn't suck. My life doesn't suck. I love my life."
