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The Big Guy and the Fluffy Bunny
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The Big Guy and the Fluffy Bunny I always admired the bondage furniture the Fluffy Bunny of Doom (FBD) makes. It’s not only functional but beautiful. One day I expressed my admiration of the furniture to The Big Guy (TBG) and he said that he and the maker were friends. The next thing out of my mouth was “God, I would love to be strapped to that bench and spanked”. And TBG said, “I can probably make that happen”. Well hell, what did I just do? The one thing that I know about TBG is that if he says he can make something happen, he will do his best to see that it does. I went to FBD’s page and started looking at the pictures he posts of impact sessions. Most of it looked way beyond anything I was prepared to handle. And he looked mean! I decided not to mention it to TBG again. He probably wouldn’t remember the conversation and I could pretend it never happened. I continued to drool over the various pictures of spanking benches, but kept that little fetish to myself. A few weeks passed and it was with relief and sadness that I realized TBG hadn’t brought the subject up again. About a month ago, TBG and I were discussing my impending visit. It was then that he told me the trip over the spanking bench was all arranged and that his friend, FBD, was going to be available to swing hitty things at me on Saturday night. At this point, I was running through all of the possible reasons and excuses in my head for – not – putting my ass on that bench. I mean, after all, I had seen those pictures. He has some seriously scary looking hitty things and from the looks of it, he knew how to use them well. I expressed my fears to TBG and he told me not to worry, I’d be fine. “I’ve seen him play and I trust him with my life” he said. That’s the funny thing about trust. I had never met FBD, hadn’t exchanged more than a few words with him on fet. But TBG trusted him, and by the sheer fact that I trust TBG I was able to trust FBD. The Thursday before my trip, I got a message from TBG telling me that he had just picked up the bench. Shit. Now I was in; and I didn’t feel that backing out was an option. Let me be clear here, backing out was always an option, but I’m a subby and subbies don’t like to disappoint Doms. But more importantly, I didn’t want to disappoint myself. Friday night at the munch FBD and I tried to discuss the session. I have a feeling that I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He was asking all the right questions about what I wanted from the session, what limits I had, what I didn’t want to happen. I fumbled over the answers because I am inexperienced in negotiations. To his credit, and my extreme gratitude, FBD tabled the discussion. It gave me the night to really think about what I wanted and we could discuss it before he actually strapped my ass to the bench. Saturday was a mixture of anticipation, fear, excitement, fear, curiosity, fear. Well, you get the picture. Waiting all day for an event that you have no idea how to prepare for is a special kind of torture. He finally arrived, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or terrified that the waiting was over. I watched him bring in his implements of doom. He had mallets that looked like they could be used by a caveman to subdue his dinner. There was a huge lift chain and cases of all sorts of things. He, his implements, and TBG disappeared upstairs. After a few minutes, I followed. FBD showed me all of the things that he had brought. He took his time to explain how each implement could be used to cause the thuddy sensation that I prefer. I was surprised when he said he could make a whip a thuddy implement. I was more surprised when he said that he may use his fists to punch me. I shot a look at TBG, who just slightly shook his head and mouthed “it will be fine”. I think at that point I was trying to slowly back out of the room. But FBD continued to talk, to ask questions, to joke around. He has a pleasantly soothing voice for a man who likes to swing hitty things at people. Finally the talk was done, the music was on, most of the clothes were off, and it was time to climb up on that bench. Of all the questions that FBD and TBG had asked the one that I absolutely knew the answer to was “do you want to be restrained?”. Well hell yes! One of the sexiest things that I saw that night was the two of them putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I was so damn tense waiting for him to start swinging. But he surprised me. He started to massage my shoulders, my back, my arms, my butt. He has wonderfully warm, rough hands and soon I could feel my muscles relax. He tickled me with a Wartenberg wheel. He started to hand spank me and the hand gave way to implements. I didn’t really feel any pain, just sensations. I felt myself relaxing more and more. The fear was gone and only sensation remained. He kept switching implements and I just gave up trying to determine what he was using. I remember feeling something really thuddy and I asked him if he was punching me. “I am, how do you feel about that?” I told him it felt like a wonderful massage. I think he and TBG laughed over that. I don’t remember much after that. I have impressions of feelings and sensations. I remember feeling like I was floating, and FBD leaning in, kissing my head and whispering “you’re supposed to be scared”. I remember feeling as if they were exchanging glances over my head. I remember the urgent need to ask TBG if I was allowed to cum; and him stalking in front of me telling me I would have to ask much better than that. I remember sincerely regretting the fact that I had chosen to keep my panties on and wondering if TBG had scissors. I remember laughing when “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” played on the I-phone and hearing the two of them laugh. I remember feeling disappointed when I sensed that FBD had stopped and was starting to unbuckle the cuffs. I wanted to beg for more, because in the end I’m a subby who is always greedy for more. I remember TBG squatting in front of me and holding my hands; and the thought floating through my head that he really looks good with facial hair. I remember an overwhelming feeling of calm, and feeling like I couldn’t stop smiling. I remember grinning at the thought that I had two spectacular Doms fussing over me, getting me water, making sure I was steady on my feet before I made my way to the couch. I remember wanting to hug them both and hoping that they enjoyed it as much as I did. |
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