Dungeons of Fetlife

Many years ago on Fetlife, a friend came up with an idea for a story of your own making. I don’t remember all of the details of how it came about, but the main gist of it was, you were led into a dungeon area of Fetlife, and from there you could craft a scenario of your own making. Past, present, future, the sky was the limit. Just write a fantasy of your own, and make it in four parts. Well, I posted mine on Fet, and there it sat for the past 8 years. So I thought I’d bring it back to my blog here, for another set of folks to enjoy.

Prologue:

Along with the rest of the guests, I’ve listened to the welcome and the description of what the whole experience is to be about. After having absorbed the information, I watch from the shadows as the others of the invited group work their way into the labyrinth, finding the rooms that best suit their needs. As I follow along at a leisurely pace, outside one door, heavily banded with iron and made of sturdy oak I hear a soft whimper. Looking down, I see a woman strapped in leather and steel, bonded to the floor in a crouched position, with her head sticking out and her tongue protruding… A boot licking station! What luck. I had my boots freshly polished this afternoon, and needed a good licker to make them sparkle, and this dungeon seems to have provided for me. It’s like the ‘Room of Requirement’ from the Harry Potter Universe. Determine what you need by thought and it will be provided for you…. Very clever Mojzis…and the always mysterious lips; hats off to you both.

Extending my left foot to the woman, she feverishly and wonderfully begins to lick steadily at the boot…her body is restrained, but not in such a way that she cannot work her tongue and head around the boot, as long as it’s kept in a suitable position to assist her. Around and around her tongue goes, over and to the sides, every now and again she pauses to take a lick of water from a replenished bowl next to her, a little trickle from some unknown source keeps the bowl fresh, and allows her to keep her tongue from getting too stained with polish, or some other detrius that might have been present. Small moans come wafting to my ears as I stand over her…watching as she studiously does her job, wondering where the dungeon found her, or was she an original part of the dungeon when it was created. Either way she finishes with one and glances up to me…coming out of my reverie I switch feet, presenting her with my right and off she goes again, lapping, licking, tonguing the leather as if it was her very last meal. She’s so good, I almost forget why I’m here.

As she completes her task, I drop down to one knee…giving her a tickle along the side of her head, and working down under her chin letting her know that I approved of her work. A soft voice wafts up, nearly breathless but completely understandable..she says to me…”thank You, Sir” as I rise up once more and open the door before me, crossing the threshold and leaving her behind for the next adventure.

(to be continued…)

Dungeon Upgrade

[Cleaning up the Draft folder.  This one I started in July of last year…..]

Ever have one of those brainstorms where you think to yourself “wouldn’t it be great if I had the time, money and space to do…..something”?  Yeah, me too.  Though I have the time, I don’t yet have the money or space to culminate my dreams in that particular venue.  So I have to make do.

Essentially what I have right now is a multi-use area that is in the basement of my 19th century house. While the walls are made of fieldstone (and a very ancient form of mortar) someone in their wisdom decided to put particleboard over it probably somewhere in the 1960s to make an ad-hoc workshop and pesudo man-cave. The things that were left behind by the previous owners suggest that. Low ceilings, exposed joists, it’s not exactly what one would want for a play area. Certainly Melanie Rose and her merry band of contractors would probably manage to have a field day with this space. I, am not them, nor do I have an unlimited budget to make my dreams come true. In essence, I’m going to be doing the best I can with a lot less.

At present my wife uses the area for her recumbent bike, and at times I’ve had a weight bench there, as well as my spanking bench that I bought in the early 2000s on eBay. More than one person either working on the house or servicing the furnace has confused it with a piece of exercise equipment, and I didn’t have the heart to tell them what it was really for. I’ve dabbled with the idea of getting another bit of kink furniture, but with the limited space it really doesn’t make much sense. I thought about getting a cut-down version of a St. Andrew’s cross, but the few kinky furniture builders I contacted wanted very expensive prices for what essentially would be a smaller size of a standard cross.

Even though I’ve had many months and years to think about reorienting the area for kink play, there’s just a lack of actual space, and limited ability to rearrange things semi-permanently for my needs. Too, it’s somewhat damp at times, so I can’t store my toys down there (way too much invested to do that, I’ve actually been rather fortunate my spanking bench hasn’t mildewed over the years), and putting up things like sconces, or kink-type decorations would be a rather large red flag for any repair folks that might have need to access the basement.

Over the years I’ve thought about the upstairs bedroom that we used to use for guests. There are 2 bedrooms there, but one is used for storage, and it has a rather low ceiling to begin with, and the other bedroom is mostly taken up by a large queen size brass bed. So I’m back to considering the basement.

It’s really been my ‘go-to’ playspace over the years. In the last year my Pet and I have done some cleaning and rearranging, but I’d really like to make it less like a part of the basement and more of a dedicated space. The only problem being my wife uses it as the idea place for her indoor bike riding… Can’t very well have both things going on in the same small square footage. So the conundrum remains.

Perhaps I do need a kinky contractor.

Collar Conundrum

I thought I was done with this issue a couple of years ago when my pet accidentally lost her first collar, and we replaced it with one that seemed a bit more practical, wasn’t necessarily going to get misplaced inadvertently, and wasn’t going to have issues with allergies to its material.

It worked for a few years.  But we’ve run into a bugaboo with the last issue.  As with many metals, aluminum isn’t necessarily designed to be worn for years.  Even with washing, skin oils, and the like, there will be a compatibility problem.

Recently my pet asked for permission to remove her collar as it was beginning to discolor her skin, and cause issues.  Because it was a health and comfort issue, I agreed.  While I’m not thrilled with the idea of her going without it, it’s not as if we’ve abandoned our connection or our dynamic.  It’s just missing the physical representation of the same.  And I’m presently at a loss as to what to replace it with.  My kneejerk reaction is something more permanent, something that can’t be taken off without effort, but again with metal, there is always an issue of safety, and the permanence can be itself an issue.  I don’t want some ER intern running to Home Depot for a hacksaw to remove a Ring of Steel or Eternity collar, as once it’s cut, that’s it, it can’t be repaired.  That’s not to say I would have an issue with it if it was an emergency.  The health of my property is paramount.  Let’s not get into that sort of discussion, it’s counterproductive.

That all being said, it still leaves me with the conundrum.  What’s going to be collar #3?  Or even will there be one?  I have many collars in my toy collection, but they’re essentially play collars, they don’t have significant significance.  They get put on for the duration of the scene, then they’re removed and put away once it’s complete.  I’ve mulled around other options, like perhaps a ring, or anklet, but again I’m not certain either is the right fit for us.  The bottom line it’s partly about symbolism, and a warning to those that would know by seeing it, that she’s not available.  Anyone else (vanillas) is going to see it as a decoration, or affectation, and little else, if they even notice it at all.  “What a pretty necklace!”.  Sure, that’s what it is.

I’ve made no decisions, I’ve just been mulling it over.  And thought I’d write about it.  More than likely I will write about it again.  Soon?  We’ll see,

Our ‘Chair’

A kinky friend of mine posted today about a session she and her Master had with a particular piece of furniture they own.  It easily reminded me of many conversations my Pet and I have had over the years about the inclusion of a similar piece of furniture that could be incorporated into our play.  She’s sent me pictures of different types, each more ornate than the next.  Certainly, any one of them could be fantasy fodder for any type of scene, from basic worship up to and including detailed BDSM play.

While I was composing an answer for my friend’s blog, I began relating a story about how a rather unique chair came to become a treasured memory for my Pet and I.   While I was writing, I thought instead of posting it there, I would write about it here.  So here’s the story.

It was in 2018, we were meeting in Harrisburg, PA for a visit equidistant to one another.  We were going to play, but we also decided to do a bit of sightseeing, and one of the places we went to was the Fire Museum there.  Amongst the other items in the building was a set of rather ornate chairs that apparently were used by some quorum at one time or another and were preserved for posterity by the Harrisburg Fire Department.

Suffice it to say, my Pet thought it would be a neat idea to have me pose in the chair, and take a picture, then pose with her kneeling (or sitting) at my feet and take another.  Over the years it’s been one of our favorite pictures, and considering how we like the idea of incorporating a ‘Chair of Honor’ into our plans for the future, it seemed like a good way of commemorating the occasion.