Casual What?

Casual play is pretty standard fare in any bdsm community.  But I sometimes see people getting confused about what exactly that entails.  Getting this wrong can occasionally have awkward consequences, or even worse.  There are a lot of different facets to consider when talking with someone about casual play (in addition to the standard limits and medical condition stuff.)

Most people I know use “casual play” to mean a one-time scene with no directly sexual component.  There can be things like caning, bondage, foot worship, resistance play, cbt, and various other forms of tasty fun.

But what about sex?  Some people do have casual sex as part of their scenes.  Whether it’s PIV, oral, manual, or object insertions in various orifices, they include this in scenes with casual partners.  For some, this can happen with someone they just met at an event.  Others may have casual sex with a handful of close friends.  Still others avoid casual sex completely.

Then there’s the d/s component.  Will dominance and submission be a part of the scene?  Or will it be strictly sensations?  This can be blurry.  If the top tells the bottom to get into a certain position or to kneel, I don’t see this as d/s.  But if a top in a casual scene were to try to get me to do things I genuinely didn’t want to do, or attempted to get me to serve her in some way, that would be a problem.  What about after the scene?  If you do include some level of d/s, does it continue for the rest of the night?  Or even carry over to the next event?  At what point do you stop calling it casual then?

Personally, I don’t do casual service.  Even when I was single, this wasn’t something I engaged in.  To me, service and d/s come from the heart.  I don’t give my heart away casually.  Also, T and I have an agreement that I don’t submit to anyone else and she doesn’t dominate anyone else; that’s something special that we save just for us.  And to me, anything given to just one person and not to anyone else carries a high degree of specialness.  That’s one thing that makes me feel valued.

An Assignment

Recently T gave me an assignment.  She had me write a short story incorporating a form of play we’ve never done before.  While I’m not a prolific writer, the result of this assignment got us both pretty worked up.  Here’s the story I sent her-

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Crystal texted him at work that morning.  She knew she wouldn’t get to see him until Friday, and that wasn’t coming nearly quickly enough.  “This weekend was a lot of fun.  By the way, I left you a surprise when we were at your place.  Look in your dresser when you get home.”  Adam was on edge all day, trying to figure out what it was.  He tried to get hints, to no avail.  What was it?  Not a clue from her.  She wouldn’t give up even the slightest bit of information.

When he finally got home, he wasted no time in getting to his dresser.  He hastily checked each drawer, finally making his way to the last one.  Inside was a ziploc and a note.

bitch-
Since I can’t be there in person to do it, you’re going to fuck yourself today.  In the bag you’ll find two of my socks.  They’re in dire need of cleaning since I wore them both to work and then out dancing.  While you fuck yourself, put one in your mouth and hold the other against your nose.  I want you aching for me.


Adam shivered slightly.

Later that evening, she called him, asking if he did as she told him.  “Yes, Ma’am, I did.” he said.

“Good boy.”  Even the little purr in her voice got him hard in the cock cage.  “I can’t wait until Friday.  I have something more in mind for you.”

The days dragged.  With each passing day, she further taunted him.  He wasn’t sure whether to look forward to Friday or dread it.  When the day finally arrived, each hour went slower than the next.  They both watched the clock as the minutes ticked painfully by.

At last.  It was time.

Adam picked her up at the time they agreed on, and Crystal decided she wanted to eat first, so they found a place they liked and went in.  As they worked on their meals, she leaned across the table, playing lightly with the key around her neck.  “How long has it been since I last let you orgasm, boy?”

“Almost ten months, Ma’am.”

Crystal grinned.  “Do you know how many hundreds of orgasms I’ve had with you locked up?”  It was a rhetorical question, but one that made him fidget in his seat.  “It might even be in the thousands by now.  And you haven’t even had one.  Not a single release.”  His face flushed a little.  He wanted to scream; it had been so long since she let him cum.  His balls felt swollen and achy.  It was almost painful for him to think of her having so many orgasms, while all he could do is scratch at the cage.  For the rest of the meal, the look on her face reminded him of what he couldn’t have, and of her control over him.

On the way home, Crystal gently stroked the cock cage through his pants.  “Maybe today’s the day.  If you’re lucky.  Or maybe next month.”  She looked at him more intensely.  “Then again, I might not let you cum for another year or two.”  Adam let out a soft whimper.

Arriving back at Adam’s house, she immediately had him strip and placed the collar around his neck.  “Get in the cage.” she said as she pointed down at the open door.  As soon as he backed in, she snapped the lock shut.

Then she walked away.

After what seemed to Adam like an hour, she came back.  Crouching down, she grasped the padlock, and Adam could see the key in her other hand.  She slid it back and forth between her fingers, then slowly brought it up to the lock, inserting it halfway.  Looking at him, she paused, laughed, then got up and walked away again, taking the key with her.

Eventually she came back and sat on the couch, opening a book.  He really wanted out by now.  He grabbed the bars and pushed.  Crystal momentarily glanced up, then returned to reading.  Chapter after chapter.  He wondered how long she was going to keep this up.  “How long can one person possibly read?!?” he thought.  She was so relaxed and content on the couch.  She looked like she’d never move.

Finally, she put the book down and got up.  Crouching in front of him again, she said, “You look like you really want out of there.”

“Yes, Ma’am!  Please!”  His voice quivered a little.  But this was only met with more laughter.  As she walked away yet again, Adam just whimpered “no” and clawed at the bars.  Crystal settled in again, this time with her computer.  She had a lot she wanted to catch up on online.  E-mails to send, pictures to post, documents to compose, conversations to read.

Tick-tock.  Tick-tock.  Tick-tock.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been locked in the cage, but he desperately wanted out.  His pleas were only met with a smirk or a simple “No.”  He tried pulling on the lock, fidgeting with the door latch, yanking on the bars… Nothing.  He was trapped, and he couldn’t do a thing about it.

It was dark outside now.  She stayed on her computer for what seemed like an eternity.  When she finally came over and opened the cage, he scrambled out.  She’d kept him locked away much longer than he’d wanted, but Crystal wanted him in that helpless, subservient mindset.

Grabbing him by the collar, she led him roughly to the couch.  “Kneel.”  He did as she told him, getting down on the hard floor.  She stood over him, looking down at the kneeling man at her feet.  “I love the power I have over you.”  Then she spit on the floor in front of him and smiled.  She brought her foot over and stepped in it, slowly twisting her foot back and forth in the spit on the smooth floor.  She sat and crossed her legs.  Pointing, she said, “Clean my shoe, boy.”  Adam hesitantly got on all fours and brought his face to her foot.  He could see the marks and wear on the bottom of her shoe; this was a pair she wore often.  When he looked up at her face, she was looking back at him with calm expectation.  She didn’t even need to say it.  He slowly brought his tongue to her sole and dragged it across.  And again.  He couldn’t help but think of all the places she’d walked in those shoes as he licked the spit from her sole.

When he felt he was done, he sat back on his heels.  Crystal gave a sigh of satisfaction and stood up.  Looking down at him, she again spit on the floor in the same spot.  Letting out a chuckle, she thoroughly rubbed her other shoe in the spit and sat back down.  As he started to clean this shoe, she said, “Never forget that I own your mouth just as much as I own the rest of you.”  He was humiliated, but he knew she was right.  And she was willing to prove it.

After a couple minutes, she stood up.  As she started up the stairs, she motioned for him to follow.

“Give me your arms.”  She slid the straitjacket over his arms and brought the straps around the back.  Leaving the bottom strap undone, she ordered him to bend over the bed, and he heard the snap of a rubber glove.  A few seconds later, he felt a cool sensation around his ass.  Crystal worked her finger around his asshole, then eased it in, eliciting a moan from Adam.  She slid her finger in and out, and added another.  Soon after, she removed her fingers and slowly pushed a dildo inside him.  She inserted it all the way and stopped.  Pulling the last strap on the straitjacket up, she fastened it, securing the dildo in Adam’s ass.

“Come here, bitch.”

He walked uncomfortably behind her into another room, where she told him to have a seat.  Gingerly, he sat, gasping as he put his weight down and the dildo pushed in just a little further.  Crystal fastened ankle cuffs around him and locked them to each other.  After she tied the cuffs to the chair leg, she strapped his upper body tightly to the backrest with a couple belts.  Finally she shoved a gag in his mouth and buckled it in place.  Stepping back, she admired her work.  Adam would occasionally squirm, but every time he did, he could feel the dildo inside him.  He couldn’t get it out, couldn’t say a word, and he couldn’t move.

Crystal eased onto his lap and started teasing him.  She whispered in his ear, “If you need to safeword… well… too bad.  I imagine it’s hard to talk with that gag in your mouth.”  She grabbed him by the throat and playfully teased his ear with her tongue.

“Mmmmph!”  Squeezing his throat more forcefully to hold him in place, she kept at it, making his cock strain against the cage.  He couldn’t get away.  More tongue.  More choking.  More struggling.

Crystal slid off his lap, crouched down, and brought her face down between his legs.  She lazily ran a finger across the now-full chastity device.  “Most men are ecstatic at the thought of oral sex.”  Taking the cock cage into her mouth, she worked her lips around it, dragging her tongue across the tiny bits of exposed skin.  “But most men aren’t kept in cock cages.”  She laughed deeply.

Suddenly, a knock at the door.

Adam was surprised when Crystal didn’t just ignore it.   As he listened to her footsteps down the stairs, his mind raced.

There were voices downstairs.  A few minutes later, Crystal came back up the stairs, followed by two others.

She came back in and sat on his lap.  Looking at him squarely, she said,  “I’m going to suck off another man tonight.  And you’re going to watch me do it.”

“Mmmph!  Mmmgnnn!”  Adam shook his head, but she just laughed.

Crystal removed her shoes.  Before setting them down, she held one of them firmly against Adam’s nose and made him breathe in her scent for a while.  She stripped and took her clothes into the next room, followed by one of the men.  She came back not long after and knelt in front of the remaining man.  She groped and kneaded at the bulge in his pants, then smiled and undid his zipper.  Taking his cock into her mouth, she could see Adam squirming out the corner of her eye.  She teased the man’s cock with her lips.  As she slowly slid her tongue across it, she smiled a little at Adam with a look that said, “I bet you wish this was you.”  Crystal slid his cock in and out of her mouth, over and over, and all Adam could do was watch helplessly.  The man’s moans were becoming stronger.  “Nrrrrgmm!  Mmmp!” was all Adam could say.  She was getting him close.

The man moaned loudly as he came.  It was a sound Adam used to make quite a lot himself, and he longed desperately to be the one having that orgasm.  Adam could see him spasm strongly as he orgasmed, and he wished desperately that it could be him.  He wanted those powerful waves of pleasure to wrack his body.  Instead, he was watching it happen to someone else.  A few more thrusts into Crystal’s mouth, and he pulled away.  She turned and looked Adam in the eyes, then got up and walked toward him.  Standing beside him, she smirked a little and unfastened the gag, tossing it on the floor.  Placing one hand on the back of his head, she slowly moved her face down, closer to his.  “Please, no…” he whispered as he pulled his face back.

SLAP!

It stunned him.

SLAP!

The second made him whimper.

SLAP!

He kept his head down and to the side, eyes firmly closed, not wanting her to hit him anymore.  He wanted it to stop.

Standing over him, Crystal brought her lips to his, holding his head tight with her hand.  She kissed him deeply.  The cum dripped down from her mouth to his as they kissed.  He tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him.  Her tongue, covered in cum, invaded his mouth.  Crystal moaned in pleasure; Adam writhed, unable to stop any of it, unable to fight back.  She continued to kiss him, making the cum swirl around in his mouth.

Once she had all the cum in his mouth, she pulled away from his face and whispered, “Swallow.”

He couldn’t.

The look she gave him made it very clear that he wouldn’t like what happened if he didn’t obey.

He shuddered as the warm cum slithered down his throat.  Crystal laughed, knowing how much he just wanted it to end.

She knelt down and zipped up the man’s pants.  Turning to Adam, she mockingly told him not to go anywhere, and they both walked away.  Adam heard them going down the stairs.  He was left alone with nothing more than his thoughts and the taste of another man’s cum in his mouth.

When she returned a little while later, she was holding something behind her back.  Once she sat on Adam’s lap, she showed him.  Her panties.  Covered in cum.  The second man must’ve been busy as well.

“Open.”

Adam tried to speak, but nothing came out.  Crystal brought her hand up as if to slap him, causing him to flinch back.

“Open.”  Reluctantly he opened his mouth some.  “Wider.”  He did.  She stuffed her cummy panties in Adam’s mouth, the cum smearing all over his tongue.  The taste was overwhelming, someone else’s cum mixed with the taste of Crystal’s pussy.  Forcefully pushing a finger behind his jaw, she again teased him by licking in and around his ears.  It was too much for Adam to take.  He tried pleading with her, but with her panties in his mouth, nothing intelligible came out.  He knew too well that there would be trouble if he spit them out.  A soft whimper escaped from behind the panties.

When she’d finally had enough, and long after he’d had enough, she relented.  She unfastened the bondage holding him to the chair, but left him in the straitjacket.  Leading him by the collar, she brought him to the bathroom and made him kneel.

Crystal pulled her panties out of his mouth and looked down at him.  “I bet that tastes pretty nasty.  You don’t seem to like eating other men’s cum.”  Adam looked up at her, shaking a little, his head slightly bowed.  “That’s okay, the taste won’t be there much longer.  I’m going to wash it right out.”  She reached over for a bar of soap.

“I… I… but…”

There was no time to talk.  She slid the soap into his mouth.  “Glllmmp!”  Holding the back of his head, she forced the soap in and out of his mouth as he fought against the straitjacket.  In and out, the taste grew stronger as she worked up a lather.  She would occasionally remove the soap from his mouth, making him think it was over, only to reinsert it and start again.  Tears started to well up in his eyes after a minute or two.  “Please, just stop” he thought.

And she did, finally.

Adam sank back to his heels, Crystal towering over him.

“I really like watching men cum.  Just not you.”  She slowly walked around him, gently caressing his skin.  “It sucks for you that you’re going to be the one to clean up all those orgasms, even though I won’t let you cum.  You’re going to be eating quite a lot of other men’s cum on a regular basis.  They’ll be having all the orgasms that you’re not getting.  And no, you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“But…”

Before he could get another word out, Crystal bent over and spit in his face.   He felt small.  His arms bound, he had no way to fight this humiliating display.  Her spit trickled slowly down his forehead, nose, and cheeks.  “But don’t worry, bitch.  I may let you cum someday, if I’m feeling generous.  Maybe next week.”  Again, she spit in his face.  “Or maybe not.”

His squirming only fueled her laughter.