Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Follow-up: After “dining at the Y”, time for some after-dinner “bed dancing” …
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Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Follow-up: Our friend multitasking - dining at the “Y” and “tuning in Tokyo”.
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Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Follow-up: Our friend dining at the “Y”; Mrs. Pix signaling “Touchdown!”
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Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Follow-up: Here our friend gets involved for a moment, adjusting the dress to provide a better pussy peek.
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Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
Ok, this is a flier. Not really my thing. I’m not a fan of lingerie dresses from adult bookstores that can’t be worn outside the bedroom. Not a fan of pantyhose. Not a fan of no-tell motels. But we shared an evening with a friend who was a fan of all those things, especially the pantyhose, and we indulged his interests. A nice evening, about which much more can be said someday.
So this posting is a bit of a flier to see what others think. I would prefer this photo with no dress and no pantyhose, but that’s me.
These photos record the aftermath of an evening Mrs. Pix and I spent at a BDSM event. During this evening, she wore only a slave collar and high heels, displaying herself as a devoted submissive to the gentleman at her side. Through the evening she was bent over this or strapped to that piece of apparatus, completely naked, completely exposed, while submitting to various forms of treatment.
As angry as the resulting web of marks may appear (Pics #1 & #2), the whole web was almost imperceptible by the time we arrived back at home at the end of the evening. Thus, it was some surprise to us 24 hours later that her ass glowed with color like an artist’s palette (Pics #3 & #4). Apparently the heavier implements I used that night left effects that were slow to rise. Slow to rise was also slow to fade; this color lingered for two weeks before disappearing fully.
These photos and the effects shown in them amount to “badges of honor” to Mrs. Pix, as they are the only things that remain as evidence of what she experienced during a particular event. She views these with some pride for what she was able to sustain.
To answer a common question, yes, there is pain involved, but Mrs. Pix is not a masochist – she does not find pleasure or sexual gratification in pain per se, nor is she pathologically compelled to it, nor sadistically subjected to it. Rather, she has discovered that the physical sensations of pain, sensitively developed, can drive a kind of mind-body separation that intrigues her. So … the success of one of these experiences is gauged largely by how successfully we are able to lift her into that intriguing state. This night was a “success”.
These photos record the aftermath of an evening Mrs. Pix and I spent at a BDSM event. During this evening, she wore only a slave collar and high heels, displaying herself as a devoted submissive to the gentleman at her side. Through the evening she was bent over this or strapped to that piece of apparatus, completely naked, completely exposed, while submitting to various forms of treatment.
As angry as the resulting web of marks may appear (Pics #1 & #2), the whole web was almost imperceptible by the time we arrived back at home at the end of the evening. Thus, it was some surprise to us 24 hours later that her ass glowed with color like an artist’s palette (Pics #3 & #4). Apparently the heavier implements I used that night left effects that were slow to rise. Slow to rise was also slow to fade; this color lingered for two weeks before disappearing fully.
These photos and the effects shown in them amount to “badges of honor” to Mrs. Pix, as they are the only things that remain as evidence of what she experienced during a particular event. She views these with some pride for what she was able to sustain.
To answer a common question, yes, there is pain involved, but Mrs. Pix is not a masochist – she does not find pleasure or sexual gratification in pain per se, nor is she pathologically compelled to it, nor sadistically subjected to it. Rather, she has discovered that the physical sensations of pain, sensitively developed, can drive a kind of mind-body separation that intrigues her. So … the success of one of these experiences is gauged largely by how successfully we are able to lift her into that intriguing state. This night was a “success”.
These photos record the aftermath of an evening Mrs. Pix and I spent at a BDSM event. During this evening, she wore only a slave collar and high heels, displaying herself as a devoted submissive to the gentleman at her side. Through the evening she was bent over this or strapped to that piece of apparatus, completely naked, completely exposed, while submitting to various forms of treatment.
As angry as the resulting web of marks may appear (Pics #1 & #2), the whole web was almost imperceptible by the time we arrived back at home at the end of the evening. Thus, it was some surprise to us 24 hours later that her ass glowed with color like an artist’s palette (Pics #3 & #4). Apparently the heavier implements I used that night left effects that were slow to rise. Slow to rise was also slow to fade; this color lingered for two weeks before disappearing fully.
These photos and the effects shown in them amount to “badges of honor” to Mrs. Pix, as they are the only things that remain as evidence of what she experienced during a particular event. She views these with some pride for what she was able to sustain.
To answer a common question, yes, there is pain involved, but Mrs. Pix is not a masochist – she does not find pleasure or sexual gratification in pain per se, nor is she pathologically compelled to it, nor sadistically subjected to it. Rather, she has discovered that the physical sensations of pain, sensitively developed, can drive a kind of mind-body separation that intrigues her. So … the success of one of these experiences is gauged largely by how successfully we are able to lift her into that intriguing state. This night was a “success”.
These photos record the aftermath of an evening Mrs. Pix and I spent at a BDSM event. During this evening, she wore only a slave collar and high heels, displaying herself as a devoted submissive to the gentleman at her side. Through the evening she was bent over this or strapped to that piece of apparatus, completely naked, completely exposed, while submitting to various forms of treatment.
As angry as the resulting web of marks may appear (Pics #1 & #2), the whole web was almost imperceptible by the time we arrived back at home at the end of the evening. Thus, it was some surprise to us 24 hours later that her ass glowed with color like an artist’s palette (Pics #3 & #4). Apparently the heavier implements I used that night left effects that were slow to rise. Slow to rise was also slow to fade; this color lingered for two weeks before disappearing fully.
These photos and the effects shown in them amount to “badges of honor” to Mrs. Pix, as they are the only things that remain as evidence of what she experienced during a particular event. She views these with some pride for what she was able to sustain.
To answer a common question, yes, there is pain involved, but Mrs. Pix is not a masochist – she does not find pleasure or sexual gratification in pain per se, nor is she pathologically compelled to it, nor sadistically subjected to it. Rather, she has discovered that the physical sensations of pain, sensitively developed, can drive a kind of mind-body separation that intrigues her. So … the success of one of these experiences is gauged largely by how successfully we are able to lift her into that intriguing state. This night was a “success”.
This brief clip captures Mrs. Pix getting a bit of relief during the turn-around rest stop on one of our hikes. As usual, she was naked from the start, and bravely so. The morning was blustery, threatening rain with a bit of chill in the air. We anticipated that the day would clear, but as nipply as it was, she wavered understandably about whether to wear any clothes. But boldness won out and she set forth from the trailhead wearing only her cowboy hat and hiking shoes. You may tell from the lighting in this clip that though the day had warmed a bit (but not much, as her erect nipples testify) the sky was still overcast at the turn-around.
This happened to be one of those hikes during which we got busted. About halfway back to the trailhead, on a long uphill grade when she happened to have opened up a bit of a lead on me, she suddenly straightened up and started scampering back toward me. She ducked behind me, grabbing her emergency cover-up from around my neck and scrambled to pull it on. I glanced up the trail ahead, and sure enough, there was another couple heading down the trail in our direction.
Now, when hiking uphill, one tends to look generally downward at the trail a limited distance ahead; the steeper the trail, the closer in is one’s attention. On the other hand, when hiking downhill, it is much more natural to look farther ahead, enjoying the scenery. Well, we had failed to notice this couple coming from a long distance and the naked Mrs. Pix had been part of their scenery for quite some time.
By the time they were upon us, Mrs. Pix was ALMOST covered, red faced – I was shaking my head, laughing – and our fellow travelers were passing us with chuckles stifled down to polite smiles, offer just a discreet “Good morning” and continuing on their way. To her TOTAL credit, we had hiked on just another 50 feet or so when Mrs. Pix paused and peeled off her cover, handing it back to me and continued the hike back to our car completely naked. Awesome.