Castaway/Shipwrecked Party.
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A year has passed since the very 1st Pirate Party and the Castaway/Shipwrecked Party this year was even more fabulous than the last. The costumes were simply awesome and everyone had gone to great troubles with their outfits.
Only one of My collared boys attended and slave tate was fortunate that I remembered to bring some jute rope with Me. I was able to place him in an upper body rope bondage with a harness which kept his hands secured very nicely behind his back. slave tate lasted in his rope bondage for quite some time, far longer than I anticipated. It definitely kept him out of trouble anyway *GRINS*.
My slave’s release from his bondage was very timely – I was about to have flog My serving sub and required My photographer. Having reached a point where woobieman’s back was sufficiently glowing, together with the flogging I simultaneously tormented his nipples. Heat was building up both in front and behind for this boy – LOL.
It ended up being one of those deeply gratifying and moving moments with the intense flogging reducing My sub to tears in a surge of emotional release. Having assumed My sub would not be in a state to continue any further, how wrong I was… he was more than ready and wanted Me to administer a caning to complete his session. All I can say is what ecstatic happiness that gave Me!
My evening was a sensational experience in more ways than one which My slave and serving sub can vividly attest to *winks*. And no sooner had W/we arrived, the midnight hour had well and truly struck some time ago and I was ready to head home. I will admit that My session with My serving sub had also sapped My energy and on this rare occasion, I actually fell asleep in the car as My slave drove Me home.
