Hello everyone … just a text note since we have not been posting photos for a stretch here. We’re still here, just a patch of real life getting in the way. What is it with other people, jobs, and such that deign to intrude on much needed perving time? Don’t they all know that I’ve got kinky shit to do?
But on the lighter side, Mrs. Pix and I did get away for a while last night to our friendly neighborhood “dungeon”. Such evenings always begin at home, with her preparing her body – after all, it will be completely on display. Showering, a little hair trim up top, complete hair removal below … presenting herself for inspection completely nude down to her bald pussy. The announced theme for the evening, by the way, was “locker room”, so her usual freshly-showered skin would be spot the theme this time.
Leaving home is always fun. I always keep a wrap in the car in case it is needed, but it is our tradition for her to leave the house completely nude, holding hands with me and strolling naked out into the street. We share a nuzzling, hand-roaming moment together leaning against the car before I hit the clicker and let her in. Our tradition for many years, and as far as I know, we have never yet been “caught”.
At the other end of the drive, a wrap is needed for the stroll from the car to the door of the venue as the area is too public and too traveled for nudity. Last night her wrap was just a small bath towel – in keeping with the locker room theme – in length and width brief enough to just barely cover her ass, and to require careful positioning and clutching to preserve decency otherwise. As we got to the door for ID check, the doorman’s eyebrows bounced and he asked her to step quickly inside, saying, “You’re technically street legal, but just technically, so let’s do this inside!”
After checking in we proceeded into the social area and were met by spontaneous retorts: “THERE ya go!” “NOW we’re talkin’!” “All RIIIIGHT!” There were others in various sports jerseys, referee shirts, cheerleader outfits, but nobody else so “out there” as Mrs. Pix. Some pleasantries were exchanged, along with a “cheerleader” mock-flogging Mrs. Pix with pom-poms. Soon enough we moved from the social area to the “playrooms”. At this point the towel was left behind and Mrs. Pix was into her night of complete exposure to anyone and everyone who might look her way.
We always begin this phase of our night with tour of the playrooms, seeing what is already going on and what space might be available to us for our own play. Sometimes that’s quick, if we are early and not much is yet happening. Sometimes there will be something interesting to watch and we will blend into the walls for a while to observe – always pleasant for me, to have her naked body to fondle while watching others.
As it happened this time, our favored piece of apparatus was in use, so we watched for a while, toured some more, revisiting the social area (with towel – rules), and by the time we toured again, we were on.
Our favored apparatus is a “flogging bench” – a robust, comfortable, and conveniently contrived thing over which a sub can lie in a kneeling posture, but the buttocks nicely raised at a convenient height, legs spread wide enough to allow the Dom to step easily between them. This has the pleasant ancillary effect of presenting the sub’s pussy and asshole for easy access, and incidentally, to easy view by anyone who happens to be around. Since the bench is located in a large, open room and the sub’s ass is directed into the open space, anybody who walks by gets a free view right up the hoo-hoo. :-)
So … what do you do with a flogging bench? Yep … that.
Mrs. Pix is not a masochist – someone who derives pleasure from pain. She does, however, find the experience arousing to a point and finds the mental effects of sustained “treatment” to be intriguing. On this night, the treatment focused mostly on a series of floggers delivering a range of sensations from light, stingy “rain” over her full back to heavy, full force mopping knocking her hips to and fro with each strike. We both like the intimacy of bare-handed contact, so, of course, among all the heavier episodes were many more organic moments of bare-handed stroking, kneading, spanking, and yes, a little probing.
Our “scene” is not really a “show” – she is very much within herself and I am very focused on her – but the environment is really a public one with spectators coming and going all the time. She was on the bench for more than an hour straight, possibly an hour and a half … I have no idea how many sets of eyes set upon us during that time, but certainly everyone in attendance spent some time voyeuring.
As we finished, Mrs. Pix remarked that her ass felt like it was “glowing” and was a little surprised that she was not marked. Indeed, her ass was warm and pink, but since the treatment had focused on floggers rather than canes, the average effect over such a long period was broad and diffuse, quite unlike a caning.
No photos, sorry.
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