Making hiking kinky again!

I was hiking yesterday with someone kinky. Neither of us are big hikers, so there was a lot of unscheduled stopping to catch breath. We came up with a rule:

The person who stops to rest gets groped.

It made the hike a bit more fun. So we were thinking about how this would work for a bigger group.

• Obviously everyone has to consent before you start. In particular
• It was just light, over-the-clothes groping, you could go further but hiking is hard enough...
• Sexual orientation, can anyone grope anyone? This is supposed to be an incentive to keep going :)
• Doesn't apply at real stopping points, forks in the trail, scenic viewpoints, real rest stops etc.
• Watch out for other hikers! Maybe you can be discreet even when other hikers are there.
• Is it mandatory? Do I have to grope you or can we just both have a rest?
• If you stop, can you grope back?
• With more than 2 people you need to decide how things work when A stops and B is groping A, then C catches up. Does C
• Get to do any groping?
• Grope A? So the first person who stops becomes everyone's victim.
• Grope B? So you get a kind-of chain.
• Grope anyone who is stopped? So now it's just a free-for-all between people who stopped.
• You're there to hike! Don't just stop and get groped!

Have fun!

Did Tarzan make me kinky?

I have early memories

of sexual feelings and excitement

from danger and pain.

The best explanation I can come up with

is the old black-and-white TV shows and movies

that used to be shown on morning TV,

on weekends and every summer break.

There's one scene that stands out in my memory

and I found it

https://www.facebook.com/warnerarchive/videos/tarzans-desert-mystery-clip/10154304576461563/

I haven't seen this since I was maybe 10.

It's funny because in my memory,

the woman was trapped by the web

but actually it was the child.

That clip is sooooo knky.

It's so full of BDSM excitement!

It's got the sexy lady

and the hunky man

(in those days there was a lot more wobble in a hunky man!).

The child is restrained by the web

and going to be eaten!

That sounds super creepy

but remember at the time,

I was a child.

The evil guy is also bound and helpless

and dies horribly,

eaten by a monster.

It's not a big thing for me now

but I definitely had fantasies about being eaten by a monster.

Even the man-eating plants

that trap Tarzan

are S&M.

Look at him,

almost naked,

struggling in a cage.

Lots of other old shows

had damsels in distress.

Tied up,

chained to a train track,

trapped in a room where the walls squeeze in.

I don't know if these shows made me kinky

or if I liked watching them

because I was already kinky.

I guess the latter

because lots of other people watched them

and didn't become kinky.

Or maybe they just never acted on it.

But I do think fed something

that was already there.

Side-note.

I was surprised to find that "D.I.D." (ディアイディ?),

for "damsel in distress",

is a term in common use in Japanese kink.

I don't think I've heard it used in English.

I can remember a game I used to play

when I was maybe 8.

I would play it on Saturday mornings,

after watching these shows.

I would try to climb up onto a bed

from the floor.

The duvet would slip and I would struggle

maybe I would fall down,

maybe I would make it to the top.

I was imagining climbing a cliff,

like in a scene from these shows,

maybe rescuing someone

or maybe dangling above a pit of monsters.

I didn't understand it at the time

but I definitely gave me some kind of feeling.

It's the same feeling I get now.

That fear, that excitement of being trapped,

knowing what is coming,

unable to stop it.

That moment when she drags the crop slowly across my skin.

My breathing stops involuntarily.

My body is on red alert

but only she knows when and where (or if)

the crop will land.

I think I like that tension,

that loss of control,

more than I like the pain itself.

Wanting what I fear.

Fearing what I want.

It's hard to say.

Of course if the pain never comes

that's no fun :)

So did Tarzan make me kinky?

I don't know

but he definitely helped.

What made you kinky?

Forgiveness

You come in the door.

I'm sitting on the throne across the room.

It doesn't feel right

but you begged me,

"anything you want."

"Strip. Leave your clothes in a neat pile.

Don't make a mess".

You do as you are told.

"Crawl over here,

on your hands and knees".

You get down and slowly make your way to me

across the hard floor.

You stop in front of me,

still on your hands and knees,

looking up through your hair.

"You want forgiveness.

I don't want excuses or explanations.

Do exactly what I tell you,

and earn your forgiveness."

Your eyes are fixed on mine.

I think about what we once had

and what you did to destroy it.

"Put this on",

I point to a ring gag near my feet.

You pick it up

opening your mouth wide to take the ring

and fastening the strap behind your head.

"Tighter".

You open it up again

and pull it tight.

Your mouth is stretched wide

as you fasten it again.

"Put this in",

I point to a buttplug.

You lube it up and push it into place.

You manage to keep eye contact with me

the whole time.

If you had been this well-behaved before,

you would not be in situation.

"Behind your back",

I point to a pair of cuffs.

You close one over one wrist

then reach around to find the other

behind your back.

I hear it click closed.

"Come here".

You walk forward on your knees

until you are close to my legs.

I put my feet by your knees,

stopping your from coming any further.

I open my legs.

"Start sucking".

You lean forward but you're a little too far away.

You almost lose your balance

and pull back.

I give you a disappointed look.

"Do exactly what I tell you".

You lean forward again,

this time you reach the tip of my cock

and slip it inside the ring

before falling forward onto my legs,

impaling yourself,

gagging as my cock hits the back of your mouth.

I feel your tongue starting to get to work.

I move my feet,

allowing you to shuffle forward,

but spreading your legs open as you do.

No longer helpless

You start to lick and suck and pump me in and out.

I reach for a crop

and bring its tongue to your crotch,

probing, teasing, threatening.

You do not break your rhythm.

I pull it back and land a sharp blow between your legs.

Your eyes widen but you do not falter.

I grab you by the hair

and push deep inside you,

hitting you harder and harder,

testing your will.

I can see the pain of each stroke in your eyes

but when I release you,

you resume pleasuring me,

just as you were told to.

What a fabulous fuck-hole you would be.

I want to tell this

but what would be the point?

I have no intention of letting you get me off.

I let you work,

keeping eye contact,

not smiling,

not reacting at all

to the tremendous effort you are making.

Can I forgive you for what you did?

After some time,

I let myself go soft in your mouth.

Grabbing your hair,

I pull you away.

To your credit,

you keep trying until the last.

I stand up

and walk over to look out of the window.

"Go to the bedroom.

Lie on the bed face down,

legs spread".

You start to stand up.

"Go there on your knees!

You may straighten your legs to get onto the bed."

I make a cup of tea

and think about what it would mean

to take you back.

The excitement,

the chaos,

the pain.

Would it be any different this time?

I silently walk to the door of the bedroom.

Exactly as I ordered,

you are face down,

legs spread.

The butt plug shining at me.

I think for a minute about what I'm about to do

and it makes me so hard.

I get on the bed

and move into the space between your legs.

I place my hand on the small of your back

and one knee on each of your legs,

pinning them open.

I start pulling on the plug,

out and in and out and in again.

Watching as your butt hole grows and shrinks.

Finally I pull it all the way out.

I lower myself down onto your back.

I place one hand on your head,

pushing it hard into the covers.

With the other hand,

I guide my cock into your asshole.

I hear your muffled groans as I work my way

deeper and deeper inside you.

I relax, releasing your head.

I move that hand to your throat

and the other hand to your nipple.

Pounding your ass as I choke and torture you,

biting your ears and neck,

cutting off your screams

as I control your breathing.

Listing off your sins and offences against me.

Calling you every name I can think of.

Belitting you in every way I can.

Knowing that I will never do this again.

My decision is made.

Finally I burst inside you.

I collapse on top of you,

burying my face in your hair,

filling my mouth and nose

with that familar smell.

I lie there for a minute

listening as your breathing slows.

I lift myself up

and free your hands.

Your arms fall by your side.

I kneel beside you

and undo the straps of the gag.

You turn your head

and I take it out of your mouth.

You flex your jaw

but say nothing.

I get off the bed

and walk to the side of the room.

I open the top drawer and take out a collar.

Our collar.

I was afraid to even look at this before now.

"Kneel at the end of the bed."

I walk back

and stand in front of you,

looking down.

You are silent.

You know you have no right to speak

but you beg me with your eyes.

Anything I want.

Maybe I should have taken more.

I offer you the collar.

You seem almost nervous

as you reach up to take it.

Then a familiar look inhabits your face.

My eyes are fixed on yours

as I kneel into it.

I bow my head

and hear the collar click.

I am yours again.

Forgiveness.