UncleNasty
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I was having a party at my place with about 30 other folks. There was a new girl, brought by another friend, that had come. It was obvious she was shy, and perhaps intimidated/overwhelmed. Most everyone kind of gave her wide berth. I had, as host, of course had some conversatins with her, but of a light and casual nature.
After several hours had passed, and folks had and still were playing downstairs in the dungeon, I happened upon her in the upstairs living room, sitting on my couch alone. I walked over and sat dwon and began a conversation. In short order I learned she was rather disappointed at people essentailly leaving her alone. She was ready to dive right in but no one was appraoching her. I asked if she wanted to play and before I could even finish the sentence she exclaimed "Yes!!!"
We entered into a different conversation then, talking about her experiences, her tastes and limits - the basic "we've never played together before and you're pretty new to all of this" kind of conversation.
It was decided to get her on my spanking bench ( I make high end dungeon gear and always have a nice selection for my parties - a picture of one of my benches is in my profile {OK, I'm done plugging}) and that one of them was open at that moment. I stood her up and started leading her down into the dungeon. As I did she began to tense up so I asked her if she'd like a blindfold. Again an emphatic "Yes!!!" I guess if you can't see them you're not in a crowd.
So I put one on her and immediately she relaxed again. I led her down, began to strip her slowly, with pats, carresses and cooing sounds, and then got her mounted and strapped to the bench. I started with softer implements and a more gentle impact. As she seemed to be enjoying herself I moved to harsher things and more force. She liked that too. At one point I switched to a whartenberg wheel, a rabbit fur, some cooling alcohol rubs, etc. the wheel ended up in my back pocket.
Then I got serious again for a time. She started to salivate, er, um, down there, and was literally dripping down her thighs, her breathing had become much faster and her hips and ass were kind of gyrating around..... I thought it a good time to establish a more personal connection. I moved to the front of the bench and squatted down next to her face. In a gentle but definitely in control way I took a hand full of her hair and lifted her face up to mine and planted a deep, passionate kiss on her. She really responded to this - thirsty for a tongue, my tongue probing inside her, she let out some internal moans into me. As I withdrew from this kiss, ready to take her up a couple of more notches, she reached out in an effort to hold onto me (with her mouth of course as the rest of her was pretty much immoblized), and in the process knocked me just enough off balance that I fell backwards. Remember the whartenberg wheel?
Yep, I went backwards onto my ass, believing at the time that giving into the fall would be better than resisting. Heck, my butt was only several inches of the ground. Fall back, roll with it a little, and then just get up again. But it wasn't to be. I landed mostly on my right cheek, where the wheel was, and drove 5 or 6 of the spikes pretty deep into my ass. Amazing how realizations can be so immediate. That one was fast, unexpected and quite intense.
I managed to not howl too loudly, and to get up pretty quickly before any more damage was done. But it did get everyones attention. She and I were playing in a quasi sequestered section of my dungeon - the main play space, where everyone else was, was on the other side. My muted howls casued some of them to come over and see what was going on. I had stood up, and had also dropped my pants to assess the damage. By the time they poked their heads around the corner I had dropped trow and was craning my body around to do a complete and thorough examination of my ass. Meanwhile she was still tied to the bench.
I can only imagine what their first impression was. But I felt obligated to offer them an explanation the their querries. I just old them the truth - and they howled - and took the information to the others. In short order everyone was standing around me inspecting my ass and laughing. I was laughing too. It was just pretyy fucking laughable. I had slowly oozing blood trickles running down my butt, and it did pack a fairly substantial sting. Some of them penetrated 3/8's to 1/2 an inch.
Fortunately it didn't completely stop the scene. We returned to it in a few minutes and she seemed to pick up pretty much where she had been left.
Later that evening I took a look at the pants I was wearing. There was blood splotch about 3" in diameter on the right cheek and pocket. They have been consigned to work pants since, and the incident was about 7 years ago, but sometimes when I pull them out I've forgotten about that experience, and upon seeing the stain, faded as it is, I still get a good chuckle at myself, and a good memory of introducing her to new levels of play and lifestyle experience, even if a bit unconventional and unorthodox.
Mumorously,
Bleeding butt Uncle Nasty
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