Jadis
08-19-2007, 1:26 AM
Not sure if this is story material or otherwise, so I'll post in both ...
If it's not necessary here - please let me know and I'll delete it off straight away ...
xox Lady Jadis
Well, I've been naughty and I haven't posted our most recent adventures lately ... but being so inspired by my lovely Mistress Sara - I couldn't resist a bit of a share in our newest activity:
As some are aware (or not, as the case may be) - I'm in the process of training my boy for more severe CBT, which will include ball play and stretching - and trampling: so that we might have a more adventurous clipstore when the opening takes place (not to mention, recently, I've have a wickedly sadistic side that I needs a bit of an outlet). He's reacted very well thus far - but today was a whole new experience ...
I've been in quite the mood as of late, and those wickedly violent tendencies are making a savage appearance ... and frankly, my boy irritated the hell out of me by sleeping in far too long today. I've been possessed of and odd energy - so I spent the better part of the morning fiddling around ... writing ... and basically, fuming - plotting my due action when he did rise from his sleepy cocoon.
When that moment arose - I think he knew immediately what type of mood I was in ... because I gave him a sharp glance, and asked for my coffee to be made and brought to me: all which occurred without so much as a hiccup of pause (and exactly how I like it: such good training ). Once I'd been thoroughly appeased with my caffeinated beverage, and I was sitting comfortably watching some mid-morning television - I then made the request for the cleaning to be finished (specifically: vacuuming, laundry and the dishes) ... all of which, to my approval, was done while completely nude (since he'd never bothered dressing since getting up).
I think he believed my mood had soothed and my manner calmed, because he eagerly joined me - following the completion of his tasks - and took a seat on the opposite couch beside me. Of course, this wasn't what I had in mind - and my temper had hardly calmed: so I promptly rose from my seating, and dropped my ass across his chest and stomach - coffee in hand - and wiggled in with a sharp little bounce to accentuate my movement. I saw a brief flicker of surprise - he even stiffened a moment as if to protest - but when the coffee near sloshed on his sensitive ... parts ... I think he realized we'd only begun.
For a time I sat so reclined ... and indeed my mood did somewhat improve ... while we casually talked: all the while he attempting to learn how to breathe well with the weight on his chest (another effort I'm working with - to help aid in his trampling, as well as progressing in Queening as well). I mentioned some images I'd seen - documenting the ball stretching adventures contained ... and I commented, almost playfully, that he could use a bit more give to his bits as well.
I couldn't help the laugh when I saw his immediate and rather spontaneous reaction: bobbing like a top from his lap. It appears my little dear was more than curious, and perhaps a bit interested, in what I had in mind. I let him stew in that knowledge a bit more ... making other idle comments, a few plans for things we've in mind for other times: before rising from my perch to return to the opposite seat (swinging my feet to land - rather roughly - in that now fully engorged region) and directing him to gather our supplies. But they weren't anything we'd used as yet ... this was entirely new.
You see: I was taken with a particular image, a cock tied - while carrying the weight of several filled water bottles by that knot. Sadly, I had no water bottles ... but we did have a plastic ice box, lunch sized - that had a single frozen bottle of ice still remaining. On the spur of the moment: I requested that particular item, a heavy duty cock/ball weight we've recently acquired and his favorite yellow rope. Almost too excitedly (rather obvious by the bouncing of the berries as he loped down the hall to the bedroom) - he gathered said equipment, and returned ... post haste.
And I might add: he could guess what I was thinking without me ever having to explain it ... always a lovely bonus!
Admittedly: the first attempt wasn't entirely successful. He made a pretty knot around his balls, looped the opposite end about the handle of the ice chest - and attempted to lift. But given the weight (which was substantially more than I'd anticipated at first) - it was still too much for him to handle: though he made a proud go of it. Of course, not to be deterred - he was goaded ... not only by my obvious pleasure but a few taps with the hair brush that was lying on the end table ... to attempt another way of weighting.
He bound the rope to his cock shaft - now somewhat softened (but not enough) - to the same handle, in the same fashion ... but now with the ball weight in place instead, so as to add the additional stretch. In this he did remarkably well. In fact, for my amusement - I had him walk a circle about the living room twice to show me how well he was managing (an absolutely hysterical sight as he was waddling with this ice box handing down between his legs).
After a check to make sure that nothing was being harmed (no permanent damage and that all well in safety, of course): he gave me another two laps - this time with me ever more vocal in my amusement - before finally asking for permission to remove the additional appendage. Of course I prolonged my agreement for a time, watching the box swing lightly two and fro ... as I noticed his erection starting to grow substantially again ... before giving my gracious approval.
Just to make sure all was well and satisfactory: I gave a few tugs and twists of my own - while still being conscious to check for damages - until his "swelling" was so pronounced it was difficult to maintain my own grip. Of course, this gave me another bout of giggling (I have such a wicked habit of bopping it around when it's like that - watching it smack his stomach and bob in turns) before I retired his duty for the time being.
Hmmmm ... what a way to start my day!
If it's not necessary here - please let me know and I'll delete it off straight away ...
xox Lady Jadis
Well, I've been naughty and I haven't posted our most recent adventures lately ... but being so inspired by my lovely Mistress Sara - I couldn't resist a bit of a share in our newest activity:
As some are aware (or not, as the case may be) - I'm in the process of training my boy for more severe CBT, which will include ball play and stretching - and trampling: so that we might have a more adventurous clipstore when the opening takes place (not to mention, recently, I've have a wickedly sadistic side that I needs a bit of an outlet). He's reacted very well thus far - but today was a whole new experience ...
I've been in quite the mood as of late, and those wickedly violent tendencies are making a savage appearance ... and frankly, my boy irritated the hell out of me by sleeping in far too long today. I've been possessed of and odd energy - so I spent the better part of the morning fiddling around ... writing ... and basically, fuming - plotting my due action when he did rise from his sleepy cocoon.
When that moment arose - I think he knew immediately what type of mood I was in ... because I gave him a sharp glance, and asked for my coffee to be made and brought to me: all which occurred without so much as a hiccup of pause (and exactly how I like it: such good training ). Once I'd been thoroughly appeased with my caffeinated beverage, and I was sitting comfortably watching some mid-morning television - I then made the request for the cleaning to be finished (specifically: vacuuming, laundry and the dishes) ... all of which, to my approval, was done while completely nude (since he'd never bothered dressing since getting up).
I think he believed my mood had soothed and my manner calmed, because he eagerly joined me - following the completion of his tasks - and took a seat on the opposite couch beside me. Of course, this wasn't what I had in mind - and my temper had hardly calmed: so I promptly rose from my seating, and dropped my ass across his chest and stomach - coffee in hand - and wiggled in with a sharp little bounce to accentuate my movement. I saw a brief flicker of surprise - he even stiffened a moment as if to protest - but when the coffee near sloshed on his sensitive ... parts ... I think he realized we'd only begun.
For a time I sat so reclined ... and indeed my mood did somewhat improve ... while we casually talked: all the while he attempting to learn how to breathe well with the weight on his chest (another effort I'm working with - to help aid in his trampling, as well as progressing in Queening as well). I mentioned some images I'd seen - documenting the ball stretching adventures contained ... and I commented, almost playfully, that he could use a bit more give to his bits as well.
I couldn't help the laugh when I saw his immediate and rather spontaneous reaction: bobbing like a top from his lap. It appears my little dear was more than curious, and perhaps a bit interested, in what I had in mind. I let him stew in that knowledge a bit more ... making other idle comments, a few plans for things we've in mind for other times: before rising from my perch to return to the opposite seat (swinging my feet to land - rather roughly - in that now fully engorged region) and directing him to gather our supplies. But they weren't anything we'd used as yet ... this was entirely new.
You see: I was taken with a particular image, a cock tied - while carrying the weight of several filled water bottles by that knot. Sadly, I had no water bottles ... but we did have a plastic ice box, lunch sized - that had a single frozen bottle of ice still remaining. On the spur of the moment: I requested that particular item, a heavy duty cock/ball weight we've recently acquired and his favorite yellow rope. Almost too excitedly (rather obvious by the bouncing of the berries as he loped down the hall to the bedroom) - he gathered said equipment, and returned ... post haste.
And I might add: he could guess what I was thinking without me ever having to explain it ... always a lovely bonus!
Admittedly: the first attempt wasn't entirely successful. He made a pretty knot around his balls, looped the opposite end about the handle of the ice chest - and attempted to lift. But given the weight (which was substantially more than I'd anticipated at first) - it was still too much for him to handle: though he made a proud go of it. Of course, not to be deterred - he was goaded ... not only by my obvious pleasure but a few taps with the hair brush that was lying on the end table ... to attempt another way of weighting.
He bound the rope to his cock shaft - now somewhat softened (but not enough) - to the same handle, in the same fashion ... but now with the ball weight in place instead, so as to add the additional stretch. In this he did remarkably well. In fact, for my amusement - I had him walk a circle about the living room twice to show me how well he was managing (an absolutely hysterical sight as he was waddling with this ice box handing down between his legs).
After a check to make sure that nothing was being harmed (no permanent damage and that all well in safety, of course): he gave me another two laps - this time with me ever more vocal in my amusement - before finally asking for permission to remove the additional appendage. Of course I prolonged my agreement for a time, watching the box swing lightly two and fro ... as I noticed his erection starting to grow substantially again ... before giving my gracious approval.
Just to make sure all was well and satisfactory: I gave a few tugs and twists of my own - while still being conscious to check for damages - until his "swelling" was so pronounced it was difficult to maintain my own grip. Of course, this gave me another bout of giggling (I have such a wicked habit of bopping it around when it's like that - watching it smack his stomach and bob in turns) before I retired his duty for the time being.
Hmmmm ... what a way to start my day!