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Chastity- A lament...

I find myself missing having a boy in chastity.  I had a boy in chastity before for an extended period. I miss the many daily texts from him, asking me how I'm doing, asking if I need anything, do I want a foot rub, or a back rub, or ... whatever?  When I realized how much he was thinking about me while I had him locked up, I asked him exactly how much time I was in the front of his thoughts.  He said that if he was sitting down, and not moving much, he MIGHT go as long as 2-3 minutes without seeing my face in his mind.  If he was up and walking around, then I was a constant presence in his thoughts.  I miss that.  There is SUCH a connection between a chaste man and his keyholder.  There's an intimacy that is forged and nurtured when a man is willing to give up his cock to you.  

I'm lucky that I have found a boy who, although he cannot engage in chastity much, suits my needs nicely when he is able to do so.  When slave orion is in town, he is locked up, and he dutifully sends me daily messages telling me what he's thinking and feeling, and even the things about being locked up that make him chuckle.  He finds it highly amusing that when he walks, the lock rattling against the plastic of his device can sometimes be heard making noise.  

I long to once again wear a key around my neck, or on my keychain.  I really miss the whole process, though.  The negotiations, the locking on of the device. The tease & denial, the milking, the eventual release..yummy.  Le sigh. 

Makes sense now...

I'm down 58lbs since July. 

Now it makes sense why none of my clothes fit and why I look like I'm melting when I'm not wearing any.

Saline scrotal infusion pics...

This first one is was taken when we just started, the 2nd one was taken after about 45 minutes and about 6oz of fluid was taken into his scrotal sack.

Redoing the playspace, and by the way, boys, I'm BACK.

Once again I got bored with the status quo and am changing it up a bit. I'm re-styling my play areas, and trying to figure out my favorite new way to store my toys and such.  I've been gifted lots of new items lately, and it's a perfect shame to have to have them packed away all the time. Plus, I'm an "out of sight-out of mind" kinda girl, so if I don't see it, I'll forget I have it.  It's better for me and everyone I play with that my implements of ass-destruction (as well as other body parts) are in view so that I am constantly inspired to do crazy, fucked-up things with them and give whoever I'm playing with a nicely well-rounded Stormy Experience (I'm narcissistic enough to adore how that sounds, and when a play partner lovingly referred to our recent session in that term, I jumped on it). 

A new piece of kink furniture will be delivered this week, and I'm anxious to try it out, and now that more space is opened up again, it means I can finally put the REST of my furniture back in the playrooms as well.  It feels good to be getting back into my groove again. 

I've got pics and a short video coming from a 3 hour medical session I did a few nights ago.  A full exam, including urethral sounds (I had 4 of them in his cock at once-super duper cool!), a scrotal inflation, TENS unit'ing, violet wanding, needles, etc.  Way fun and way exhausting. Of course it culminated in an ass beating and good strap-on ass fucking.  How else should it have ended???  

Stay evil, my kinky bastards.  I miss you, and am finally back to being me in full force.  

** edit approximately 8hrs later: I've been working on my playrooms pretty much since I wrote this blog about 8 hours ago.  I can't explain how empowering it is to finally be getting everything back together and making it ready to rock again.  Having everything at my fingertips again is so ... liberating.  And I have so many new toys to put up and use since I last had everything hanging on hooks and racks along the walls, so I found myself in the WONDERFUL quandary of trying to find room for everything.  

Fun with a beautiful girl

I went to a party tonight, a gathering of a local kink group that I am a member of.  It was a photography party, and then after that, a regular play party.  I ended up playing with a beautiful young girl, whom I have known for quite awhile, but for some reason or other, never played with before.  It was getting towards the end of the night and she walked by me looking bored. I asked her if she was going to play this evening, and she said "There's no one to play with!" I, of course, volunteered to top her, and she took me up on it. 

We negotiated the scene, her likes and limits, and then I tied her to a St. Andrews cross and went to town.  First, impact play on her breasts.  Slapping them, hitting them with a cane, then a flogger made of rubber hose, then a dragon tail, and a single tail whip.  I had already put her in a rope dress, with a knot tied right over her clit.  Since the cross was formed in such a way as to have elevated foot rests, her legs were spread, so I began switching off between hitting her breasts and using the whips to hit the knot over her clit.  She made the most beautiful noises!!  So much glorious fun!

After I did this for awhile, I took her out of the rope dress and then turned her around on the cross, so that I could begin working on her back and her butt.  I went between all of the above mentioned toys, skipping back and forth between her back and her bottom.  She was so giving of herself in that she was highly responsive, very vocal (with sounds, not words) and just wonderful at actually sharing in the energy instead of just taking it all.  There were lots of growls, screams, cries, and finally, tears and sobbing.  I ended the scene with my single tail whip, and that was what pushed her over the edge into subspace.  Long, racking sobs were heard, drawing a crowd to watch from all over the party.  When I took her down and walked her over to sit on a sofa for aftercare, she was so blissed out.  Since this was our first time playing, I'll admit to being concerned that I took her too far.  Not everyone can handle the intensity of a single-tail whip, but she was ecstatic.  She said it was hard to find people who can take her that far out there without taking her so far that it becomes a bad thing.  And that it is hard to find people who don't try to make it sexual.  

It definitely was a much-needed recharge of my kinky batteries.  It probably doesn't surprise any of you readers to hear that I like to play at very intense levels.  Unfortunately, the number of people out there who can do that is limited.  I'm lucky in that my tastes and personal kinks cover such a broad spectrum, but...I can't lie.  Doing the minor intensity stuff 95% of the time can get a little...staid.  I miss my pain sluts. My corporal punishment devotees. My needle boys. My extreme CBT fanatics.  My fisting afficionados.  

I miss cries of pain.
I miss blood. 
I miss the exhaustion that comes after giving someone a good beating. 
I miss the feel of burning hot skin under my hand. 
I miss the texted pictures the day after showing the bruising left by my handiwork. 

Sigh.  

Hmm...

Long day, went to lay down to go to sleep, but was kinda horny.  I decided masturbation was exactly what the Doctor ordered, so I grabbed my laptop, and after the following series of porn snippets: 

1) Straight missionary style, man/woman
2) lesbian "terrporn" (horror movie style porn) 
3) homemade kitchen floor porn  man/woman
4) 1 girl taking 2 cocks in her vagina

finally concluding with:

5) hentai tentacle rape scene

all added up to one orgasm'd out Stormy. 

Good night world!!