Harold and I went to The Grind last night at the CSPC here in Seattle. It’s a combination dance party/kinky play party. All of the things I love rolled into one event! I’m still glowing. It’s amazing how good it can feel to have a really successful topping session. Even though it was physically demanding, I felt more energetic and bouncy afterward and I’m still feeling great.
Part of the fun of going out is the planning and the process. I like figuring out what to wear and thinking about what I’m going to do when I get there. We listened to loud thumpy music on the drive there – the kind of music that you can feel in your body. I like the feel of walking into the club and knowing that everyone there is checking me out. Harold and I looked for people we know and scoped out which space we wanted to play in. We settled on the bondage chair.
There’s this chair with a bunch of leather straps at the Center that I have been dreaming about for a long time. I have this picture here for reference, but the Center’s chair is way better. I got to know it intimately last night! The legs are spread about as far apart as most people can comfortably sit, which made it perfect for CBT. I strapped Harold in, securing each of the 21 wide, double-pronged buckles. It’s a slow, meditative process, after which he really couldn’t move at all. The only strap I didn’t use was the one over the eyes because I wanted him to see what I was doing.
I tied Harold’s balls up and stretched them out as I secured them to the handy eye-hook on the base of the chair. He was already rock hard. The whole time we played, I talked out loud about what I was considering doing to him. I think it added to the excitement. And the chair was so well designed that I had a lot of ideas. I could essentially sit on Harold’s lap while I paddled his balls. I could brace myself against the arm rests so that I was eye-to-eye with Harold as I kicked him in the balls with my big boots. I could kneel between his legs and suck his cock while I crushed his balls in my hands – and he couldn’t move. I could do things to him that I know he wouldn’t normally be into like cock slapping or zapping his cock with the little devil eletro toy. (I think the capacity for pain is directly proportionate to the degree of arousal.) I could put pinchy little clamps on his nipples. I could kiss and tease and whisper in his ear. And I did all of those things.
For the big finish, I used the vice on his balls, tightening the pressure until I could let go and the vice hung by itself. Then I lubed up and started rubbing his cock. I tightened the vice a bit at a time while continuing to jerk him off. I think it was a fairly spectacular orgasm.
It’s an interesting thing to do a scene like that in a public space. I had an awareness of people watching that turned me on, but the real action was what was happening between Harold and I. I’m confident in my skills and the physical part of what we do is important, but (for me) the interesting thing about sex is what goes on in the mind. I was totally in tune with Harold and we built a dynamic between us. I knew when I could push him more and when he needed to give more. Our whole scene was powered by love and while I’m sure that people observing could see that we are into each other, they can’t see the vast internal landscape.
I did have my own turn in the chair. Even though I trust Harold more than any person in the world, and I love to be tied up, it was hard to let myself be fully restrained like that. Especially on a topping high. But it felt incredible once I relaxed into it. The chair was actually comfortable. It was like being held. And I loved straining against it as Harold brought me to a double orgasm with g-spot stimulation and a vibrator or my clit. I did have that brief moment of panic where the pleasure was so intense that it started to become uncomfortable. Harold backed off just in time, but I realized in that moment that I was powerless to stop him. Then he set me free. (Wait… that sounds like topping. Did Harold actually top me?)
We danced and did some socializing after that. I think I did a lot of undignified bouncing. Feeling good does that to me. I just can’t stop thinking about last night. It’s going to fuel my masturbatory fantasies for a while. I’d better build my own bondage chair.