This is a video I shot while my hot girlfriend was all secure in a cage. She is being tied by a man but loved being tortured by us women!

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This is a video I shot while my hot girlfriend was all secure in a cage. She is being tied by a man but loved being tortured by us women!

After being flogged and spanked – and getting a few licks in myself – earlier Saturday night, I felt so turned on I thought I must be glowing. Then it was time for my date with Hawk - beautiful, sweet, feminine, and predatory. More than one date in an evening, this was my kind of party! With mingled fear and anticipation I contemplated our planned activity for the evening: needle play. This was farther than I’d ever gone in my explorations of the senses. Needle play, also known as play piercing, was a little freaky even for me. I mean, I don’t faint at the sight of blood, but let’s just say I was really wondering what it was going to feel like! Where was she going to pierce me? How much was it going to hurt? I had heard that far from reminding you of a visit to the doctor, it could make you feel good. Really good. And since I had just thoroughly enjoyed having my ass reddened by some firm spanks from a couple of hot girls, I knew that things that people thought of as painful could be extremely pleasurable. Anyway, there was something about her that told me this was one top switch who could be trusted. And she was so hot!

All too soon there she was, it felt like when the roller coaster begins to move after you’ve been strapped in. Hawk looked in my eyes and told me I’d be fine, and after a couple of kisses crushed up against her beautiful curvy tits I knew I’d be OK. She told me to lie back on a soft padded leather-covered massage table and laid out her implements. Then she stroked me teasingly all over my body, naked except for fishnets, making my skin feel more alive. The next thing I knew, she pulled on her latex gloves with a snap! and ultra-cleaned my skin with rubbing alcohol soaked cotton balls from collarbone to erect nipples…the cool sensation felt really good in the hot desert air, but every once in a while I was still getting a shiver of nerves. Then she started squeezing wide pinches of skin between her gloved fingers, first not hard then harder while talking to me in a sweet voice about how beautiful I was and how good this was going to be, gentling me like a skittish horse.

When she worked her way around to the place just where my boob began to curve on top, she got a grip on maybe a half inch of soft flesh and held it, not harshly but firm. She told me to breathe slow and deep and looked in my eyes. Holding a point with a wickedly sharp slanted point she asked if I was ready. When I said ok she told me to exhale and slid it through just a little bit under the skin and parallel. It was so intense – it didn’t really hurt that much, less than getting a shot at the doctor for sure, but it sent a wave of reaction through my body and I was panting. Hawk kissed me again and I came, hard, in waves. After a while she did another on the other side to match, and then one more for good measure.

There I was with these shiny silvery points with a little plastic end on one side there in my body. It was unreal, but I felt so good! Buzzed like I’d had a couple glasses of wine, only better, supercharged and aroused, and I felt so close to her, it was incredible. I grabbed her hand, I just had to feel her close to me. I told her how suddenly wet I was and how good it’d felt when I came. She just held onto me and I knew I’d picked the right person for my virgin temporary piercing experience… Come again soon to hear about my first time effectively dominating another woman. You know you want it.

Living in San Francisco, with the various queer, kink, and alternative events that happen throughout the year, it is almost impossible not to intersect with the fantasy world. It’s everywhere in this town. From the various stores that sell the fetish gear, to the infamous Folsom Street Fair, and the large leather contingent at Gay […]

Part 3 of my BDSM fantasy story from the Desire Leather Women event in Palm Springs, CA.

It was Saturday night at the kinkiest lesbian fetish weekend I had ever imagined. I wore the hottest dress I had with me, a black transparent mesh tank mini dress with a leather panel and a zipper up the front for easy exit. I got it at Madame S, the best place for hot fetish wear in San Francisco. My four inch spike heels with silver studs said hi femme all over, and I had made plans to play with several other hot femmes.

Miss Indigo Blue did an amazing classic burlesque performance on the lawn at the resort. I couldn’t believe how hot you can get from a woman who knows how to move like that. It was classy and classic–but no less hot than those raunchy moves we are all so used to today. She ended with her infamous tassel twirling tits. So fabulous.

Then a tall rehead in a mask and school girl miniskirt was auctioned off to raise money for the event. The winner had the pleasure of her service for the night and the bidding was fierce. They raised over a thousand dollars and I know the daddy who bought her had almost as much fun as she did that night

Dr. Evil reads for the Vagina Monologues, and indulged us in a sample of his style. He read his account of every woman’s orgasm in the scene and was so spot on the crowd laughed uncontrollably, especially when he did Midori’s.

As soon as the play began the gorgeous redhead who had introduced me to Nina approached, then my needle date and the hottie from the night before in the bikini. What’s a girl to do…line ‘em up!

The redhead was first and we traded licks taking turns flogging each other and being flogged by a tall blond with short hair and a lean leather clad body. She got us both good and her friend had never been flogged sat quietly on the side watching in amazement at how we could be enjoying being spanked.

Stay tuned for the next installment of this story for my first experience with NEEDLE PLAY!

This is part 2 of my story from my recent trip to Desire, a lesbian kink event in Palm Springs.

It was already 100 degrees out by the time I began walking to the resort through suburban desert housing to the oasis of women at the private resort. The few humans I saw on the mile walk were all men. They were looking at me like they’d seen a ghost–some even commented at how odd the sight of a woman was. The area was apparently gay mans land and the kinky dykes were only borrowing it for the weekend.

As I arrived, I noticed a hot Latina working the registration table. I hadn’t seen her the night before. She has a mysterious way about her. I had a feeling she’d end up doing me before the weekend was over.

I entered the courtyard and it was like a scene from some future primitive version of a Greek gathering of goddesses. The first woman I noticed was the unmistakably gorgeous and totally naked Nina Hartley. She was chatting with a circle of women about the polyamorous lifestyle and what it’s like to be the most butch dyke in the straight porn world. Never mind that she is one of the hottest femme bisexual lesbians I have ever seen. I watched her fuck a hot brunette in front of her girlfriend with her entire hand, except the thumb, and then a very large dildo. She was riding that thing and really digging it, as a small crowd of us were gathering to watch her come. I think that just made her come harder. It was hot.

I ended up in a conversation with Nina afterwards that led to a fun scene. She said she only comes a few times a week and that she gave up trying to be multi-orgasmic. She has learned to have deeper and better orgasms, but not more. Well, I couldn’t keep myself from bragging in this context, could I? I had to tell her that I can come three times in three minutes sometimes and then keep coming for hours. She loves women like me she said. Too bad she was about to leave but not before a session with me and a totally bodacious redhead who also loved being spanked. Before she tore into our asses she explained why she uses a singletail. It gives her the most control and makes the nicest sting. I watched her spank the redhead and saw her back curl as she felt the power and the pain. She whimpered slightly and flexed her ass upward as if to beg for more. But Nina had no time. She was on her way to see another lover so she just teased the poor girl. As she bent me over the spanking horse I felt a quiver throughout my whole body with anticipation. She gave me a quick lash with the singletail whip. I barely felt it. Then another and another, and by the fourth hit, I winced with pain. The word doesn’t begin to hint at the complexity of what I feel at that moment, but it’s the only reference point for the outside world. It is “pain” but that’s just the beginning. With each successive smack, as the intensity builds, so does the energy traveling up my spine and through every cell in my body. As she struck me again I couldn’t help but cry out. She struck me again with her singletail and I felt her like she was inside of me as I trembled in orgasmic pleasure. I thanked her and begged her to stay, of course. She had to leave, but insisted that I visit her in LA soon, so we exchanged cards and set intentions for a follow-up date.

I was about to take a dip in the pool after playing with Nina and I met a woman I will never forget. The connection was so deep and intense the minute we saw each other. I was so drawn to her energy, or was it her really nice tits under her wet t-shirt I couldn’t stop looking at. I am sure it was both, and her personality. Turns out we went to the same college and had the same experiences being sexual freaks in this little hippy town. I was so turned on by how directly she asked what I was into and began negotiating a scene. I had no idea why but I totally trusted her to do whatever she wanted to me. Then I found out what she wanted to do…needle play I had never even thought of needle play. I mean that was way heavier than anything I had ever tried. But she was so into it, and I could tell she loved playing with needles and I decided to let her play with me. She was a real switch girl — she loves to do scenes where one of us is topping and the bottom takes over eventually and starts topping. I love those scenes so we made a plan. I also wanted to play with candles and she’d never done that before. We made plans for later and she went on her way.

Many years after my virgin lesbian BDSM experience from my first post, I attended an event called Desire Leather Women 2007 in Palm Springs, CA. I’ll share the first story of my adventure here and return to the story of my first experience later.

I arrived to the sounds of thuds and stinging lashes, moans and screams from every corner of the dimly lit poolside courtyard. Everywhere I looked there was bondage furniture filled with dykes of every type, playing, fucking, and writhing with passionate release. Most were wearing nothing or were clad in either sarongs, sexy lingerie or kinky clothing.

I had missed the opening ceremony where Auntie Midori facilitated all of this, no doubt, as she introduced the shyest ones in the crowd, to get the night going. She has such a skill for finding the erotic in everything she lays her eyes on. Somehow I had to just jump into the play, with no warmup or introductions. I had come alone for a reason. To fulfill the fantasy of being a play thing for a whole resort full of kinky lesbians who like to play with dominance and submission. There was no time to waste one of the three parties scheduled for the weekend. I needed one night to figure out who I wanted to play with, and two nights to get around to all of the scenes I was fantasizing about.

I had to warm up somehow and given the 105 degree temperature, I decided to start with the pool. I met Jen and Savannah, a sexy couple from San Francisco, who were frolicking like kids in the water. I wanted Savannah. There was something so enticing about a shy submissive who refused to take her bathing suit off, while nearly everyone else was either naked or in some kinda kink outfit that accentuated their features. When I inquired she said it was to please her top, Miss Jen, who was fond of tan lines. I knew that was just her excuse and she was revealing a hidden desire to experience being exposed. She was such a hot bodied submissive girl, beautiful ass and gorgeous natural tits, black hair, steele eyes and milky white skin. I wanted to expose her beauty for the whole crowd to see.

I learned that Savanah is currently in the care of Jen. In BDSM culture, this means that if I wanted to play with Savannah, I had to get permission from. Later we eneded up in a wild scene at the hot tub. I asked Jen what I would have to do to get to play with Savanah. She challenged me to show off what I was about. After rubbing my cunt on her leg for just a short while I nearly came while looking into her fuck me eyes and caressing her incredible body. My caresses traveled her 5‘2 body all the way down to her feet. I was so turned on that I ended up doing a foot worship scene that eventually ended up with Jen‘s foot in my pussy. I came so hard I nearly passed out. But this was just the beginning of my weekend of Desire.

Living in San Francisco, with the various queer, kink, and alternative events that happen throughout the year, it is almost impossible not to intersect with the fantasy world. It’s everywhere in this town. From the various stores that sell the fetish gear, to the infamous Folsom Street Fair, and the large leather contingent at Gay Pride… a lesbian in this town who has not been tempted to explore the fetish scene is either very busy or very vanilla. We even have shops that produce unique fetish gear and twisted fetish movies.

I am definitely busy, but not vanilla. Since first arriving in this twisted town I like to call San Fransicko, I have been to many public and private events where the leather dykes boldly flaunt their lifestyle. At first, I was against it. As a feminist advocate of non-violence, it struck me as demeaning to women.

But one hot steamy night with a woman I will never forget, all of that changed. She was fucking me so good that I was a puddle of wet juiciness writhing about underneath her strapped on cock, when suddenly, she grabbed my wrists and pinned me down. I didn’t know her all that well, and my mind was pulled into two directions. I was scared stiff, for a second.

Then it all switched. I kept coming and coming and coming, trying to free myself from her grip. Each time I struggled, I came again and forgot all about my intense fear for my safety. I was turned on like never before, and I let myself fully go with it. Something about her eyes told me it was ok. I knew I could trust her. Then I would “come to” and panic and struggle, followed by increasingly intense orgasms, and the cycle continued.

Once she knew she had me, she took me and bound my arms behind my back. I let her, eager to experience whatever was next on this wild ride. I’d review the politics of this bizarre episode later. Right now, I had more coming to do. She spread my legs open wide and tied them open to the posts on the bed. Once she had me secured so I couldn’t stop her, she began to torture my pussy with her teeth in between licking my clit and penetrating me with various objects she had handy. I can’t even begin to explain how powerful this experience was. I suddenly connected with a force inside myself that I didn’t even know existed.

Bookmark this site and return to find out what happened next and how I went on to experience a wild assortment of fetishes. I will take you on a journey of my transformation from vanilla to kinkdom, and expose my innermost perversions along the way.

In the end I have learned that consensual fantasy role play is one of the most empowering things a feminist can do. That may seem strange to you if you have not explored this realm yourself. You may not care about feminism, but if you think bdsm is wrong, I challenge you to explore with me. Either way, I promise to entertain you and blow your mind with the real stories of sex parties, dungeons, dominas and freaks I have met along the way.