Author: oringerz

[MF] Gone Bananas

One of the times I met my FWB while travelling, we were able to score adjoining rooms. When I heard her arrive, I phoned over and asked her to put the ironing board from her room next to the pass through door. We always made elaborate schemes, so it wasn’t unusual for me to tell her not to be seen until I wanted her.

I moved the desk in my room perpendicular to the wall, about three feet away, and under a large wall mirror. I moved the floor lamp over next to the desk.

I opened up each of the ironing boards next to the table so they were like gyno table leg rests. You get the idea.

I put an abundance of towels on the table, and several pillows to support her head. I had two long belts that I attached into a longer one, ran it under the table, up the sides, holding it in place with a piece of duct tape on each side. I put four bananas on the table. Read more »

Bitting Up [MF]

I had a FWB years ago that enjoyed a special sort of play we called “Bitting Up”.

She wanted me to bit her up with the horse bit that “pony girls” like. I put the tall leather collar around her neck and buckled it up. I had her put the rubber covered bit into her mouth herself, hold it, while I buckled it tightly again behind her neck. It’s about 3/4 “ in diameter and sits well back in the mouth between the molars. Forces the mouth open, and draws the cheeks back when properly placed.

The bit has two large, metal rings attached to it. I brought the reins over and fastened them to the rings. The reins have these metal clips that make a loud clicking noise when opened and secured to the rings on the bit in her mouth. She gets very excited at the entire process. Starts to breath harder, cunt starts to drip.

I will then always lead her around the “ring” to get familiar with where she is to demonstrate her knowledge of being reined from behind like a horse. She leans over perpendicular to the ground, and puts her hands behind her back so that the forearms overlap and I will loosely tape them. I want her to be able to get her arms free free if she stumbles. Read more »

[FM] [kink] Body Swapping

I had long had a fetish with body swapping. I.E. trying to experience totally what a women feels like having anal sex. I wanted to take pegging to a new level with a FWB that I met on rare occasions that was similarly wired. Cross dressing was well practiced. She would often shop for me at lingerie sales and surprise me with new items.

I recall one of the few forays into makeup play. You had shown up
with a new bra and several new panties, but was most unsettling was a small, gold cardboard box that had some jewelry, and lipstick in it that you brought along.

What was particularly disturbing about it was that it wasn’t simply
items that you had picked up on sale at a CVS or other discount
place, but rather things you had obviously worn or used yourself
that you were going to put on me. Even though I knew they were
castoffs of yours, it somehow felt too intimate that you were going
to see me wearing them. It also flew through my mind that each
time before I fucked you, you always took off all of your jewelry.
Watch, earrings, all came off. But….I was going to be dressed up
before you inevitably fucked me with the strap on. Read more »

Wore her clothes

There was a woman I used to meet semi-regularly for highly scripted sessions that I would dream up. These would always occur in a hotel during travel, sometimes with adjoining rooms with full access during the night, sometimes not so lucky.

This particular time she would already be checked in. I would always dream up some sort of means for her to communicate the room number. Might be a simple piece of wadded up paper with the room number 7 digits higher found under the rear tire of her rental car. Or one lobby had books in it, and I told her to leave a copy of the room key between numbered pages of a certain book. Of course I had a backup to find her if it didn’t work out, but it added to the tension.

On this particular afternoon I told her that I wanted her naked in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, legs spread slapping her cunt when I walked in. I was specific about leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar so I could peep through the hinge line. Read more »

Reciprocal speculum play

It was in Chicago where it happened. I had told you I had seen a picture of a woman with two speculums in her and wanted to see you like that. You were somewhat reserved about it over the phone when I told you about it. I had already put a speculum in your cunt once before and delighted in seeing the hole appear between your legs where your cunt was supposed to be, framed by the bright, silver frame and handles of the Graves speculum. I searched on line and found an anal speculum to go with the cunt speculum we already had.

I remember we had played a bit, you were wet and still had all your cunt hair. I asked if you wanted me to “….open both of your holes…” or some other phrasing that put it crudely but our play generally was in the form where I would ask you a question, and wait for you to affirm that you wanted me to do that particular thing to you. I liked that part of the interaction. Sometimes I knew you were under terrific stress, or even pain, and would ask if you wanted to stop, get dressed and quit, and you always, seemingly even regretfully would tell me to go on, you didn’t want to stop. Read more »