How to: Arm Restraint development

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During the creative process of snoring, I tend to come up with some of the wildest ideas for random building projects. A little over a week ago I had an idea that might actually work well.

It started with the concept of rope and quick release. I'm not a rope slut, despite getting tied up often, and after seeing how long it takes for rope to be removed from a person who's already in a red zone (without cutting the rope), I wondered if there was a way to create the same binding feeling of arm restraint with a quick release system. AHA! I thought, they do make those sorts of items in restraints - but those things are damned expensive. They're usually made out of leather, which needs breaking in, they're huge and you can't normally store them easily like rope. They require a heck of a lot of care (leather? Yea)... and finally, you wouldn't want to cut through them if there was a serious issue.

So, while looking at the lovely backsides of these two ladies, it got me to pondering. What could I do with simple materials that don't cost much to have the same basic effect of the lady above, while being as minimalist as the lady at left... and still be functional? Hm..... I have a bitch-ton of paracord. I know I have an extra dog collar and leash around here somewhere. O.O Holy balls, batman, I got it!

Cuffs and a main back line, all connected with quick release bearings. HAH! So, pardon the anatomical model (it's what I have floating in my car in paper form... might as well transfer to digital in the same format). The idea is, when connected, the restraint will be at the same level as Miss dragonfly due to wrist locks and above the elbow locks. If the main line is adjusted to bring in the arms as much as comfortably possible... the body will immobilize the arms straight anatomically unless you're double jointed. Using a locking system (like actual locks or specific screw type joints, it's hard for the person in them to get out, but easy for the person monitoring to release the bound one quickly. QED.

So, the next question is, how the hell am I going to make the cuffs wide enough out of paracord? Those bracelets are nice, but with regular D rings.... I don't want the D rings to slip. Hm...... Aha! Found a tutorial for a really wide bracelet. Now we're in business.

So far, I have the main wrist restraints done to fit me... and I'm working on the upper arm restraints. We shall see if they work as expected. =) On another note, the party this weekend isn't looking so hot. Apparently there is illness involved in the group I was going to be meeting there... *sadface*

Mardi Gras on St. Patties Day

There was one heck of a party this past weekend.

Almost 120 people were on the registration lists (although is was just over a hundred that came... I think), and we had the resort building to ourselves. That meant the rooms upstairs were for those that paid in advance for them (not I, that would have been way too much), and downstairs there were two full meeting halls dedicated to kink pleasure, food, and vending. This was going to be the biggest bash in the state... =)

Negotiations were set - all that was let was for me to get my happy behind up there.

The biggest issue was working in picking up a few surprises I had planned for various friends and playmates, picking up raffle prizes, and getting vanilla work out of the way enough to  not feel terrible if I had to crash the next day. By the time I had made it in, the food was already at full spread, the DM meeting already over (a-whoops - Yea, I had a later shift), and I was left parking at the end of a driveway to lug my crap and all the crap I had brought for everyone else up to the main event. Thank Heavens for Master E, who noticed my very recognizable car and wandered down to relieve me of some of the burden. He was especially enthused by the sword I had brought in - which I really can't blame him.

By the time I had gotten everything in, I had given hellos and hugs to just about everyone there but a few key people. One Dom was already hooking up the suspension rig, several people were strewn about the place, and I had gotten cornered for not having a sheathe for the friggin' sword. Grawr, that was mighty inconvenient, but by keeping it in the bag, that was no big deal. I went off to find myself some of the awesome Cajun cookin' and deliver my first of the night's surprises. =)

First was a niobium bracelet to Ana - it was her birthday bash that last week and I had forgotten it at home.

Next was... a more interesting proposal. You see, the sub that was having so much fun with me at the birthday bash - we had made arrangements and negotiations for a repeat of the scene with a few more edgier ( for me) modifications. In order for me to be able to fulfill my part of the bargain, I knew that I would have to be worked up in advance. I'm an exhibitionist and a self-sadist... and a mischievous bastard. She had said, as a part of he negotiations, that she wanted to take control of me and my pleasure. I didn't know if I'd be able to handle the whole proposition, but I had played pass the remote before... so I jumped in the deep end this time too. After a hug and a grin from her, I mentioned I had a surprise for her.

*questioning look and grin* "It's not an orgasm is it"
*wince* "Not quite. You wanted to be in control, right?"
"......?"
"Here!"
".......? What's that to?"
"Let's just say it's currently a remote to me."

I handed her the wireless remote to an insert-able vibrator. Now, before we get all squick!-ish, no, it wasn't going to give her that orgasm that she was looking for. I might have a thing for exhibition, but with all of the social anxiety, I'm more likely get struck by lightning than to hand over a controller like that at a party so huge. Instead, this little beau would remind me that there is someone there with the control - and that those vibrations would remind me that someone's thinking of using me. Insta-horny!

Unfortunately, she didn't figure out how to use it until halfway through dinner - which she had left it on and I couldn't focus very well on food. The couple across from me was starting to wonder why I was spending so much concentration on 'saying grace' as they put it later. XD

Finally we worked out our issues (so to speak), I got to eat, and then change into my costume for the evening.

This would be where I acquire a stalker. Lucky me? Actually, it was lucky for me - she got to learn how to lace up a corset and I didn't have to do it myself. 

After a bit of teasing, a touch of torture and torment, and my remote operator deciding to wander on over and put me through my paces (and a kiss), I finally ended up fully in-costume and ready to go!

To puppy education. My family has St. Bernards, and I helped train them basic commands. Human puppies are quite a bit more feisty, although sometimes you get a good puppy that only wants to please master. We had two pups this training round, both of opposite personalities. Even with pup treats (peanut butter cookies in dog bone shape), it took our male pup a bit to get his bearings and quit acting up. For me as a 'trainer' and 'instructor', it was enlightening. I'm not really a top, although I can, have done it, and enjoy it in some cases (Mmmmmm knife top). For pup training, I think I need more confidence and some more experience with pups playing before I offer obedience training again.

Next scene of mine was my FAVORITE of the night. A master around here does amazing needle work and I've been trying to get pierced again since my first encounter in July (someone else's account of it... XD) and this master does artistic needle play. I HAD to jump all over that - so I did. I've always wanted wings. 

27  18 ga needles later, I had wings.

I remember the first few needles she set being uncomfortable, to the point of "OMG, I don't know if I can handle all of them!" After those, I started to wander off into needle-space and life was fan-flippin'-tastic. =)  I remember hearing the people around me talking, I remember Bri and her Master getting up to scene from watching me get poked, and I remember the sub with my remote being the good DM and checking up on me even though she was really squicked. After what seemed like not that much time to me (although what probably was quite a while), I even remember her and her Dom hopping on a cross and having one hell of a flogging scene. Me? I was flying.

After the main wings were set, she asked if there was anything else in her kit I would like to adorn myself with. I was so far gone, I would have said 'sure' to having more needles. She placed a really pretty butterfly on my chest in 22 ga... so I ended up wandering around for a few hours with 28 needles. I'm proud to have stretched myself that far, and I am eager to try more and more challenging designs in the future.

Once the wings were set and I got my bearings, I got jumped by a friend who had suddenly acquired my remote from the control operator. Lucky me? I think I jumped about a foot when it turned on without the original sub around and I know someone got glared at. =P

First on the agenda once I wasn't wobbly from the needles combined with the remote was a 'topless walkaround' with a young switch who is very attractive but uncomfy with her body (hence the walkaround - natural walking tour of the space to ease her into being comfy). Then I ganged up on another friend that was experiencing needle play for the first time (chest pokage!) with her master to show her the ropes of what feels REALLY good. Her master's a sweetheart that means well, but he kind of forgot that I had needles in my back and grabbed my shoulder. *whimper*  Play with her broke up about then while I went to check on the wings and make sure I didn't tear anything.

Then those amazing friends of mine? Bri, her master, and a few others? Sat me down backwards in a chair and performed an 'experiment' with ice and the feathers. I admit, that experiment had excellent results that would probably be repeatable. *LOL*

It wasn't long after that I had to get the needles removed - the Whee! was turning into Oww! Taking them out is just as spacey as putting them in. =) Apparently the master had hit a vein on the way in that was plugged until we released the pressure because one of them started to REALLY bleed. The remote control operator? I felt sooo sorry for that gal when I had to warn her that there was blood all down my back. The look on her face once she realized I was talking about me when I warned her mid-hug. =/

Unfortunately, I had to turn down a few offers of play after that because of the wounds - like a knifeplay scene and electrical play. The scene I was anticipating with the couple didn't happen either because of how heavy their flogging scene went and how tired the two of them were afterward. Honestly, it was better that they admit defeat and go to bed than string me along and then only half-ass it. I'm going to try to make that scene the best I can do for them dammit... and I'm hoping that they're thinking the same thing.

Perhaps a rain-check for this weekend. Muhahahahahahaha!

Connections, Freakout, and DROP

I'm still spinning from the party aftermath.

Seriously, could I possibly get any more confused? Really?

Sunday, after I finally got my lazy self out of bed (which I had found myself in at 5 am after the shin-dig), I was on cloud nine all day. Beautiful skies, relaxed, and just hung out with very little to care about. =D Sunday night, though, was a nightmare.

Literally. Actually, not much of a nightmare on the scale of mischief and mayhem that nightmares can be - in fact it probably would be a really good dream for most of my kinky friends. There's a party coming up this weekend and one of my usual rope partners asked if he could tie me to the Sybian. If you know what a Sybian is, you understand why most kinky women would be THRILLED at the chance. Me... not so much. A Sybian is a box/sex toy/machine specifically designed to make women cum. As the folk lore goes, the guy made it for a frigid wife that never had an orgasm before, so it pulls out ALL the stops. Don't get me wrong, I love an orgasm just as much as the next kinkster. Public, while no chance of escape, in front of EVERYONE, though.... and under control of men... no. NO. FUCK no.

The dream itself was just that - and I was turned on for most of it, until I started to understand what was happening. Then came the panic attack that woke me the rest of the way up and lasted for an hour and a half. It took five hours to calm down to a 'normal' state... and then subdrop took over.

So, yesterday during all of the fear oriented AHHHH!, I posted a mini-version of my history on the favorite kink-friendly place. Thank you, everyone, who responded so positively. I was scared out of my mind from the panic attack and from what could happen at an event. Panic, to me, means either duck and run or fight free. As you can imagine, in a public play party - either of those is not recommended. As I said over there, "I scared myself enough to remember that it's NOT fair for those of you that want to play with a broken doll to not know how she's broken and how much damage she's capable of if something goes wrong. I do my damnedest to make sure of it, but... sometimes even I can't stop myself in time. This upcoming event might just be one hell of a fight."

As far as today and the subdrop - I have to admit not having experience with subdrop before. Normally my play is pretty superficial - a friend of mine brings out rope, ice, or some device. I enjoy the sensations - sometimes space out a bit in bliss, thank them, and away we go on our separate ways. This time, though, it went much further than that. I fell fucking HARD. As in, if I didn't have some of the walls up that I do, she could have done just about anything at all and I'd have taken it with a grin and a 'may I have another?' Perhaps faceplanted is more like it. I REALLY want another scene with those two, but now I'm more afraid (wary?) of the direction my head's going. I mean, it's all nice and dandy to get connected to someone - but if they're taken (although poly, although taken and happily), I do NOT want to get in over my head and end up worse off. Incel is bad enough, it doesn't need to be confounded by drop and emotional shit-piles.

And then I end up waking up this morning from ANOTHER dream (wtf subconscious, seriously?) where I'm cuddling up to those two in-sleep - all peaceful and happy. Then wake up alone at home. Insert frustration here.

It is looking like they are interested in a repeat performance of Saturday's scene - so maybe the party coming up won't be too bad? *crosses fingers*

Have a kink-tacular birthday!

It all started with an innocent little birthday bash. Ok, maybe not to innocent. Nor little. But it was a birthday bash to remember!

Kitty and I joined noggins for the planning stages (kinda, as it was overtaken by another birthday girl - I didn't really mind), and as such we showed up about an hour and 30 min before the party was to have taken place. There really wasn't much to do, to my surprise, except sit around and talk to the friends that willingly let us use their home. (which I tackle glomp them, ftw). About a half an hour before the bash, I excuse myself, slip into something a little less comfortable (the costume I had spoken of? Yea... I got it done), and walk out of the bathroom.....

Into just about getting jumped by everyone there. I had a LONG string of complements that evening about the outfit and the body under it that I am still trying to process. Needless to say, I'll be going to Mardi Gras in close to the same little number. =)

I DID end up getting jumped by one of my typical rope partners, who proceeded to tie me to an available box. ;)

Then the party started heating up.. in a good way! Angel and her Master got there - which I proceeded to glomp them the moment I was untied. I haven't seen them in FOREVER - mostly to their bad luck with illnesses and my horrible grading load when teaching. It was awesome to see them again, and I don't think I can thank them enough for making (our) birthday bash more memorable with their presence. =D (Did I mention that we love you?)

Other memorable items from the evening, in no real order 'cause I kind of lost track of when everything went on....

Angel's first suspension (of which I wish I got to see/respond more to because I was helping out a kinkster get the feeling back in her fingers after a bad rope job). Good heaven, I would be the happiest voyeur in the world if I got to see that beautiful lady 'in action' more often.

The tit-tacular zipper! Four of us gals ended up in a LONG zipper. For me, it wasn't that bad for clothespin placement... probably because I have really stiff tits and not much additional skin. I was also on the end that got done last, while another birthday girl was on the excruciating end of being clamped up first.... and then there was a countdown...  ZZZIIII.... to the halfway point and catch. Damn I felt sorry for those girls - they were the ones that really felt it. Finally, IIIIIIPPPPPPPP!  The clothespin on my nipple? Yea, buddy! The rest of them? Didn't really feel a thing. Everyone else, though, was groaning in agony, so I'm assuming I have tits of steel or something.

Nipple Wrestling - I kind of got yanked into this one. The guys were sitting around thinking of ideas when, somehow, they came up with a brilliant idea for a 'full contact' sport. The girls are (at least) topless and sent into the ring. The goal is to grab the nipple of the opponent without being grabbed in return. No biting, no hurting the opponent other than nipple tweaking. Three points, and the girl wins. I ended up in the 'ring' with a loverly gal who was undefeated by that point. I'm a martial artist, to some extent... I've been belted and enjoy a good grapple or two. The problem was, with no mats, there was NO way to do traditional takedowns or anything like that. It was also problematic that I usually don't find myself defending my knockers! Even though I got an 'oh, shit' from her and the audience when we began and I hit an open handed front-stance... even though it took a LONG while for her to score a hit... she prevailed, 3-1. I really need to get back into athletic shape - if nothing else but for nipple wrestling! *giggle*

A little bit of wax - Although there was a HUGE wax scene planned, several people ended up in so many directions that it ended up not happening in the original planned super-suspension-wax-orgy! Instead, because we had more than five pounds of wax melted/working up to being melted, I asked to have a first wax scene since it was already up and going. Oh, my! I was suspended face-down next to a half suspension and another beautiful gal laid out on the floor. I think we had four Doms painting wax all over us, but I'm not quite sure. Considering I was spacey with suspension at the time? I did realize that I'm meh about heat compared to cold... but I'm sure I can work my way into enjoying the heat-pain if given more opportunity.

One HOT ice scene - a gorgeous young lady, attached to one of the Doms around here that couldn't take his eyes off of me all evening (pfft!) decided it was a good idea to mention that my reaction to ice was something that she had a fantasy about. Lucky for her, I'm a service type person (like it was THAT hard? Please!), so I asked her Dom to tie me up and away we went! My reaction to ice is... hm... kind of a drop into sub-space mixed with sexual arousal. Both of their hands, teeth, the ice - I was floating on cloud nine for what could have been hours and I wouldn't have known the difference. I remember being petted, teased, nipped at, wanting 'release' for the sexual tension, cuddled, and flying as high as a kite. I wanted to stay tied to that position forever, stay cuddled with my face into her chest forever, stay there and not have another thing hurt me again unless there was pleasure involved. I don't think I'd ever been that 'connected' with a playmate in that type of a setting. I was safe. (not to say some casual play wasn't safe in other instances - there was just that... feeling, you know?  I hope we can do that one again someday - because it made EVERYTHING a better place. =D