A session always starts well when a wonderful regular client turns up with not ONE but TWO lemon drizzle-and-apple sponge cakes, homemade by his wife. Honestly, I do have some thoughtful people who come to play with me because arriving with cakes still warm from the oven is guaranteed to make me smile. His gesture was even more welcome because I’d woken up early that day with a bee in my bonnet about a new layout for one of my rooms. In the end that proved to be way more of a mission than I’d expected, but it was worth it when I saw the great reception for my endeavours.
My larger than life playroom now has custom-made equipment which I can join together as one to tie and suspend two people at a time, side by side. Alas, this time, I had only one playmate to restrain, but having an extra bondage table alongside a suspended gyno-chair helped me lay my hands on all the fisting toys, pegs, slinks, colon snakes and crack stuffers for use in the session.
My client had spent time preparing his seven-hour music mix on Spotify to mirror the ebb and flow of a crazy and chaotic ‘Chrisco’ marathon. Not only did I change twice during the session, but we also filled three large rubbish sacks with used protective pads, shoulder-length latex veterinary gloves, and a host of disposable pads.
These fisting games are not to everyone’s taste, and they require an immense amount of preparation. It needs relentless attention to detail to ensure the success of a ride which had my playmate swaying suspended, and my arm and all of the huge anal implements disappearing in slow and systematic succession into a waiting and ready hole.
Having prepared himself with a thorough wash-out before he arrived, my client was totally relaxed. The challenge for me is in securing his body in a symmetrical fashion, strapped and suspended in comfort, and then introducing a systematic incremental enlargement of toys. Today, however, I felt the urge to mix-up my usual methodology and so
I started with my all-time favourite slink toys before surprising him with an invasive fist and then a long colon snake which was driven home elbow deep.
That combo certainly seemed to waken his senses. The difference that the suspension brings is that it takes the hard edge of pressure off and allow the slow insertion of toys that float into position in far-reaching places.
The second half of the session (after I’d consumed another couple of cake slices, just for me, of course) involved the “Super Boomer” chair. I took the time to move it in front of the camera and television screen so that we could use the laptop and webcam to show in glorious colour exactly what was happening to his now nicely-stretched sphincter.
I had been asked to do some CBT, and even though I had got somewhat carried away with the time, I had still sorted out a super-tight parachute and some heavy weights. We began gradually with the smaller, 2,5 Kg metal balls and then began adding more and more. I soon realised that the smaller weights were not enough for the purpose and so I retrieved a 5 Kg dumbbell which pumped the total weight up to a satisfying 10kg. That level isn’t suitable for a long-term game, but it did mix up the sensations before the spectacular final double-fisting to the accompaniment of some extensive pink Floyd. All too soon the time was up… Now… where’s the remainder of that cake.
