The other night was a night of expanding boundaries. And then stomping on those boundaries. And setting them on fire. We ended up popping a few play cherries as well in addition to doing some play that was formerly a hard limit for me. T implied that she had something special planned for that night, but I had no idea what. I am coming up on a birthday, which is also the same day she collared me two years ago. It’s a birthdayversary. So there are celebration-worthy occasions about.
I picked T up from work and we went to my place. She told me to strip and kiss her feet. She then made me clean the soles of her sandals with my tongue. This has a pretty intense cognitive dissonance with me. All I could think as I was doing it was of her earlier comment that day about how dirty the floor at work is. My brain wanted it to stop, but certain other parts of me disagreed vehemently.
Afterward she had me crawl into my cage in the living room. Before closing it, she put earplugs in my ears and a hood over my head. She had only done this once before, so I started to guess at what was coming: some sort of group scene.
She kept me in the cage for what felt like about an hour. Eventually letting me out, she led me upstairs, still hooded. Upon removing the hood, there stood two of our friends, a male-female couple. I’ve played with the female half of this couple a few times before, and it was always gobs of fun. She and T wasted no time in getting me into position. They had me kneel at the foot of my bed (facing the bed), stretched my arms wide, cuffed them to the footboard, and popped a set of nipple clamps on me. One thing was present that I wasn’t used to seeing during a scene: cake. They brought a small cake with them, and it was sitting on my dresser. After some initial biting, scratching, and ass-smacking, they began saying how nice it was that my male friend was going to help decorate my cake. His partner mentioned that it was even nicer of T to help him with this decoration. As she said this, T got up on the bed, on all fours, face-to-face with me. He then proceeded to fuck T from behind while his partner probed my ass and bit me. In this position, I was unable to turn away, my face a foot or two away from T’s as she moaned and writhed. She’d occasionally look me in the eye or smile at me, letting me know how much she was enjoying rubbing this in my face. Her face was saying, “I’m loving this and you can’t do a thing about it!” Her cheeks became flush after a while, and this time I wasn’t the one causing it. I’d yank on the cuffs, but they didn’t give at all. At one point T realized this whole situation had made my dick stand at attention; she just looked at my hard cock and laughed in my face while enjoying someone else’s hard cock. That absolutely drove me up a wall!
I also had the realization that this was actually happening. Something that had always been a hard limit for me was now going on. For real. Not in my head. Not on some fet group or in a story, but in my bedroom. Flesh and blood. This was reality.
After a while he stopped fucking T and asked for the cake. To both women’s cheers, he came all over it, and they set it aside. Afterward, his partner had me suck her dildo, which resulted in an orgasm for her and was ten pounds of sexy. The three of us played some more while my male friend watched. Eventually he had enough for round two, and masturbated onto the cake again.
Still kneeling and cuffed in place, T brought the plate of cake over and cut off a bite-size piece. She dragged it through the cum on the plate and brought it up to my mouth. “Please, no…” I said, which was met with , “Open wide!”
She kept feeding me forkful after forkful, making me shudder. I couldn’t taste the cum at all, but I could tell it was there from the texture. Not as bad as eating cum straight, but still difficult. Then T said, “Now I’m going to make it even better” and walked away. She came back shortly after with a cup of her piss. . . which she promptly poured all over the cake. They uncuffed me and led me downstairs to the kitchen. The plate was placed on the floor, and T made me start eating. It was mushy and warm. I can’t say I’d ever had mushy and warm cake until that point. The three of them cut a slice for themselves from a separate cake, one devoid of piss, cum, and other such lavish garnishments. They stood there eating theirs, remarking on how good it was, while I gagged and swallowed piss cake. (As I write this, I’m eating a leftover piece of the cake not covered in bodily fluids; they were right, it is really tasty!)
This wasn’t the end though. T wiped my face off with a paper towel and led me back upstairs. She showed me a picture online and the trail of comments that followed. It was a picture she’d posted after our anniversary scene in December. She’d carved “happy anniversary hardcore legend” into my back that night. (For an explanation of that nickname, click here.) The guy who dubbed me with that nickname commented on the photo right after it had been posted, saying he should’ve given me a longer nickname. I jokingly suggested “Sir Thor LionHammerThunder, Great Defender of the North.” This exchange occurred soon after the picture was posted in December, and I’d forgotten all about it.
That smartassery came back to bite me.
This cutting took a while. Last time she carved words into my back, I had a really hard time not squirming all over the place. This time, it was a little different. T started humming softly at one point, which is an ASMR trigger for me. She was going for a creepy vibe by quietly humming a song while cutting me, which she definitely accomplished. But at the same time, it relaxed my head just enough to avoid crawling off the bed. I still felt every cut though. Also, our female friend kept rubbing my legs (and at one point I think sat on them?) which helped as well. I was able to tolerate the cutting without any real sudden jerks this time.
Soon after, our friends left. Laying on the bed with T, I found myself spontaneously begging her to let me cum. Begging is still difficult for me, so the fact that I did it without her telling me to speaks to how worked up I was. I was stunned when she said yes, but I wasn’t going to question that. After six months without being allowed to orgasm at all, it felt amazing. Fireworks. It felt like my brain was short-circuited for a minute or so after. She did have me eat all my cum afterward, but I was still so floaty and happy that I got to cum that it wasn’t as bad as usual. Strangely, after long periods of chastity, when I finally get to orgasm again, I sometimes get into a giggle fit right after. I had a small one after this orgasm too. Definitely a solid way to end the night!