Read My Kink

The day had finally come.  Thursday.  The day I had been anticipating for a little over a week.  And it had finally arrived.

I had woken up from a really good night’s sleep, which was quite unusual for me.  Normally, the night before a play date would be restless, and I would get no more than two or three hours of sleep.  Wednesday night was different.  I had been talking to Sebastian online, and he had sent me off to do some chemistry homework.  I’m not sure if the topic was boring, or if my biological clock was just working properly, but I ended up being asleep by 11:00.  I woke up the next morning and sat through a boring calculus lecture, already thinking about what the evening might be like.  As the lecture ended, I returned to my room and chatted a bit with Katja.  The conversation reassured me that I would be okay, that she would help me remember the rules, and that all I had to do was try my hardest.

During that conversation, I realised part of the reason as to why the chemistry was right between the three of us.  Now, let me explain that I do not have OCD, but I do show some symptoms of it, and can be quite particular about things.  So, when Katja made an innocent comment about how she would probably be a bit early picking me up, I almost had a panic attack.  I pleaded with her to please not be early, that it would completely wreck my day if I was not the one to be early, and that I really needed her to be on time or late.  And she understood.  I think that I am the happy medium of both Sebastian and Katja’s personalities.  I go out and take risks, jump into things without knowing exactly what is going to happen, and like to “wing it” more often than I should; but at the same time, I like to plan things to an extent, have things be perfectly symmetrical, and am particular about the silliest things.  I know that this is not entirely why it feels right to be with them, but i am convinced that this is at least part of the reason.

Moving on with my day, I packed up my sexy beast of engineering (15″ MacBook Pro), along with the usual “purse” items (wallet, epi-pen, cell phone, Chapstick,) and went outside to wait for Katja.  At exactly 3:10 PM, she pulled up in the parking lot and greeted me with a smile.  She then proceeded to put my hands in leather cuffs.  Because the cuffs were a little too big for me, it took a great deal of determination to not wiggle out of them.  I managed to sit relatively still, fidgeting only with the cuffs, until we arrived at the house.

Once we entered the house, Katja and I started making dinner – A chicken salad for us, and meatloaf and potatoes for Sebastian.  As I watched Katja cut veggies and place them on plates, I asked her if I could please straighten the veggies and make them symmetrical.  What she did next, almost put me into a deep aggravation.  She smirked, said no, and then took the veggies on my plate and carelessly tossed them so that it was just one big pile of veggies on a plate in no particular order.  Watching her do that almost broke my heart.  To make her point further, she carefully arranged her plate in a beautiful pattern, placing each cucumber slice, carrot stick, and strip of pepper in just the right place.  She let out a small giggle and told me it was for my own good.

I sat back down on the kitchen floor, finding something, anything, to distract me from the salads sitting on the counter.  I talked to her about my weekend with Wolfgang, telling her the parts i adored and the parts that put me over the edge.  In its own way, making salad with Katja taught be a bit about obedience.  I could have easily walked over and fixed the salad myself; but I had been told to sit on the floor, so that’s what i did.   As she finished up in the kitchen, we moved to the front area of the house and sat quietly, waiting for Sebastian’s return.  Katja examined my nails, and handed me an emery board, telling me to use it every time I had the urge to nibble on my nails.  We continued talking for a few more minutes, until Katja realised that it was time to take the chicken out.  The only thing was, that it was almost time for Sebastian to e home, and we were both supposed to be waiting for him upon him entering the house.  I checked the driveway, and he wasn’t yet there, so Katja figured it’s be safe to quickly take the chicken out.  A couple seconds after she had gone into the kitchen, A car rolled up and Sebastian began walking towards the door.  I screamed at her to run, as I saw him coming closer and closer to the door.  Katja got into her spot the second the door opened, bringing a goofy smile to my face.  I couldn’t help but giggle as I pictured her sliding, on her knees, to get to her spot on time.  My giggles continued as Sebastian greeted her, asking her what was so funny.  He then came over, scolded me a bit about phone etiquette, and then put me away in the small, dark closet.

And so there I sat, reflecting on the events of the past few hours.  Putting me in the closet really helped me establish my place in the household.  It also taught me to be patient.  I felt truly like a toy, sitting motionless, hearing muffled conversation and cats scratching at the door.  I sat there for about 10 minutes until it was time to eat.  I heard Sebastian’s footsteps as he came closer and closer.  The door creaked open as he peered inside and invited me to come and sit at the dinner table.

Dinner was quiet, as we sat and ate.  I noticed Sebastian glancing at me periodically, looking disapprovingly at my slouching shoulders.  I don’t normally have horrible posture, but my muscles were aching from recently getting back into horseback riding (and falling off.)  When we had all finally eaten our fill of dinner, Katja began to clear dishes and Sebastian gave me a few instructions.

“Toy, when you are finished eating, I want you to go into the next room and strip down to your bra and panties.  You will then fold your clothes in whatever way you’d like and give them to me.  After that, you will turn on your sexy beast of engineering and change the password to something easy to remember.  After that, you will put it on the couch, and then after that, you will get on your hands and knees and make a nice table for me.”

The wording might have been slightly different, but that was the gist of my instructions.  I did as I was told and stripped to my bra and panties.  I turned on the laptop, changed the password, and made myself into a table for Sebastian.

This was my first experience being a piece of furniture, and it certainly was not easy.  At one point in time, Katja had asked me a question, and I had answered her.  Before I knew it, Sebastian’s hand smacked down on my ass.  Furniture isn’t supposed to make noise. Other times, Sebastian would run his hands over my body, tickling me, causing me to twitch.  Those twitches got me smacked as well.  All in all, I must say that Sebastian was quite lenient with my poor attempt at being a piece of furniture.  I am determined to try harder next time.

After setting up the Snow Leopard update, Sebastian and Katja went upstairs to talk, leaving me alone as a table.  They were probably gone for no more than ten minutes, but to me, it felt like an eternity.  My arms started to tire, as I felt the laptop wobble back and forth.  I prayed that I would be able to hold it up, that I wouldn’t let it fall, that I wouldn’t disappoint Sebastian, and mostly, that I wouldn’t disappoint myself.  With a little bit of determination, I ended up pulling through until the end.  I really wish I could have been a more level table, but I guess that will just come with time.

After Sebastian and Katja came back down from their upstairs chat, Sebastian lifted my sexy beast off of my back and allowed me to stand.  He then took out a long length of rope and proceeded to tie a pattern around my body.  The rope was rough and prickly, as it rubbed against my skin.  I looked down, watching, as Sebastian made a line of knots down my stomach.  He made sure that there was a knot right at my clit and also one at my ass.  He then fed the rope in a criss-cross pattern around my body, pulling it tight and making it bite into my skin.

When he was finished, he gave the ropes a tug, giving me an intense mixture of pain and pleasure.  He then proceeded to wrap my head in saran wrap, asking Katja to poke a hole at my mouth, so as not to suffocate me.  After about six or seven layers of plastic wrap, Sebastian placed tape around my face and also across my eyes.  I was blinded and covered, wearing a cling-wrap hood and a rope harness.

I was guided over to a wall and had a spreader bar placed between my legs.  Sebastian told me to put my hands on the wall and then he did not want to see them move off the wall.  I felt Ktaja’s hand on my body for a short moment, until she switched over and picked up a paddle.  She started teasing me with it, going over my body every so gently, while Sebastian began to smack my ass.  I could not always tell what toy either of them had in their hands – there were just so many.  One toy that sticks out in particular is a buggy whip that Sebastian used a couple times on me.  It stung more than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I knew he wasn’t using it as hard as he could have.  The mixture of pain from Sebastian and soothing from Katja put me in a very nice place in my mind.  It was truly amazing to feel such contrasting sensations come together so beautifully.

About halfway, I felt Katja move to a spot just in front of me.  I was almost afraid of falling onto her at one point, when the pain got really intense.  Sebastian continued smacking my ass until I was twitching and fidgeting, but never letting my hands leave the wall.  When he had had enough of this position, he helped me to the floor and placed me in a hogtie.  He continued smacking my ass with various toys until I started crying.  I felt the tears run down my cheeks, staying caught between my skin and the plastic wrap.

When he decided that I had had enough, he slowly untied me and   removed the plastic wrap from my head.  I was naïve to think that he was finished with me.  He brought out some plastic clothes pegs and found places to put them on me.  He placed two on each of my inner thighs, one on my cunt, one on m lower lip, and one on each nipple.  I stayed like that for a little while, until Sebastian brought out a candle from the kitchen.

I moved to that I was leaning against Katja, glued to her for support.  He lit the candle and dripped a few drops of wax onto me.  I immediately felt the burn of the hot wax on my skin.  He let a few drops fall only my thighs, where the clips had been, as well as on my breasts.  At this point, I had accidentally exhaled too strongly and blew out the candle.  The room was silent as Sebastian showed me the candle and asked me who’s fault it was, that the candle was not lit anymore.  I sheepishly said that it was my fault and that it was an accident.  Katja then chimed in in my support and said once again that it was an accident, and that I should not be consequenced for it.  I was thankful that she had vouched for me as i saw Sebastian re-light the candle.  He continued dripping was on my breasts, legs, and cunt, covering me in little white droplets.  To end it off, he let a large amount of wax drip onto my mound, causing tears to creep out of my eyes.  I pushed backwards against Katja and felt her hold me a little tighter, telling me that I was going to be okay.

When Sebastian was finished with the wax, Katja stood me up and went into the kitchen to fetch a butter knife.  She had begun scraping off wax from my body when Sebastian turned around and stopped her.  That was clearly not the way he wanted the wax to come off.  He held my shoulder with one hand and proceeded to slap the wax off of my body.  The sting of his hand almost made me cry out, but I new that i had to relax and endure it.

Once the wax was all cleaned up from the floor, I was told to sit down, drink some water, and eat an orange.  Katja then laid out a blanket and told me to stretch out.  She rubbed lotion all over my skin, over my reddened ass, my thighs, and my calves.  It was comforting to feel her soft hands dance gently across my body.  I felt safe and I knew that I was going to be okay.

When Katja was finished with the lotion, I moved to the couch for some cuddle time with Sebastian.  I took deep breaths and tried to come down gracefully from my high.  it had truly been an amazing experience.  We watched an episode of Simpsons, as well as an episode of Family Guy before it was time for round two.

After I had had a chance to come down from my high, Katja and Sebastian went back into the kitchen and brought out a few more toys.  One of them was a black arm binder, and the other, a tight mask.  I must say, that I truly enjoyed wearing the hood.  It fit very snugly, so much so that it moulded to my face.  The arm binder was also fun to play in, because I felt like i was wrapped in a blanket.  When Sebastian was satisfied with my costume, he positioned me however he liked and snapped a couple photos.  He then told me get onto my knees, as he picked up another toy and slapped me with it.  Katja quickly moved in front of me, supporting me and ensuring that I did not fall over.

One of my favourite parts of the night was during this time, when I was being held by Katja and being spanked.  As the swats got harder and harder, I clung on tighter and tighter to Katja, letting her hold me.  As the spanking progressed, I broke into tears, letting out soft sobs into her shoulder.  It was at that point in time that I felt her break apart inside a little, as though holding me through the pain was a little too much.  I felt her wave a hand at Sebastian, probably begging him to stop, but it was no good.  He continued swatting at my ass for a little while longer.  It wasn’t until I was completely in tears that the spanking stopped.

While I had just gone through quite a bit of pain, Sebastian was not done with me yet.  He moved me to the couch and fed my legs through some straps, attaching them to the arm binder.  He then put is fingers inside me, massaging my cunt.  He quickly replaced his hand with the Hitachi magic wand and shoved it onto my clit.  It was completely over-stimulating and I begged him to turn it to a lower setting, or to move it to a different spot.  Instead of complying with my pleas, he turned up the intensity and moved it around my cunt.  I finally found a spot that I was comfortable with and allowed myself to get excited.  I begged and begged for him to let me cum, and when he finally did, I exploded into a powerful climax.

Sebastian tortured me a little bit with that wand, not removing it until I had had more than what I had wanted.  He then teased my sensitive clit with his hands, over and over again.  When he had finished with his fun, he and Katja released me from the mask and from the arm binder, as we sat again for some cuddle time.  Even though we were finished playing, I found tears running down my face as I laid on Sebastian’s leg.  I’m not quite sure what was making me cry, but I knew that I felt safe, and that I was okay.

After a long cuddle time, I was sent upstairs to take a bath.  Before hopping into the water, I wanted to make sure that Katja was alright.  After talking with her a bit, I was convinced that that night  was a totally different experience for her than the last time I had visited.  I soaked in the bath tub, talking to Katja about the night and relaxed for a while.  When I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed downstairs for more cuddle time.

After another half hour of cuddle time, it was finally time for me to go home.  Sebastian waited for me to get dressed and gather up my things, and then helped me into the car.  it was a quiet drive back, as I sat and reflected about the events of the night.  Sebastian mentioned something about how I was lucky that night, and how I had had a protector – Katja.  I know that I am capable of taking more than I got that night, but I also want Katja to be comfortable with watching me endure pain, with watching my tears.  We continued driving quietly, listening to some kind of German hip-hoppish music.  I was really just zoned out and taking some time to process.  When we arrived at my residence building, Sebastian did not allow me to open my car door, but rather got out and opened it for me.  We hugged for a little while and I thanked him for the night.  As I headed up to my room, I couldn’t help but smile about everything that had happened that night.

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