...and put out a call for volunteer 'props' that was just short-noticed enough to pique my impulsive ass to go for it. So I went for it.
I had seen Miss T once before, again pretty much on impulse (I answered an ad she posted looking for a 'play-thing' for the night last fall, and, two hours later, found myself naked and on all fours on her floor, wondering what I had managed to get myself into. A good thing, it turned out), but had never met Miss Jasmine. She, too, is a stunningly beautiful woman, and I'm afraid that I may have made a bit of a fool out of myself in her presence.
I'm not really sure how to 'review' my day there, so if I begin to ramble, you're just going to have to deal with it.
Miss Jasmine opened the door for me when I knocked, and I'm sure this is when I first made a fool out of myself; she was dressed in black lingerie and fishnet stockings. What could I say but "Wow!" And try to regain my composure...
I met the photographers soon after arriving; they were both very personable guys, professional in their work without being overbearing, as were the other two male subs. I was initially afraid of it being awkward, and potentially tedious (I've done some 'vanilla' photo shoots in the past, mostly from behind the camera), but this was not the case. It was fun, entertaining, and an all-out good time, and for that I credit all of the people involved.
I spent about fifteen minutes trying to be useful and simply staying out the way, then it was time to get to get to work, so to speak. My first job? "Strip," as only Miss T can tell you. I was to be wrapped in pallet wrap (industrial strength cling wrap) arms to my sides, then suspended, face down, over Miss T's bondage bed, where she and Miss Jasmine were to make out while I "suffered like a sucker." Life can be rough sometimes, I tell you. Very surreal being up there like that, being completely off balance, but going nowhere. And that was before Miss T and Miss Jasmine crawled underneath. Then it got really interesting. I enjoyed a bird's eye view of these two beautiful, sexy women posing and playing with each other, legs intertwined, just out of reach. They alternated between ignoring and teasing me, with foot play, an amazing 'eye-lock' from Miss T... and a swift (and unexpected) kick to the groin from Miss Jasmine. This apparently did not elicit the proper response from me, because she felt the need to kick me a few more times until she was happy. Much tease and denial, cock and ball torture, spanking, and other forms of merriment ensued. I was left hanging there while they changed into schoolgirl outfits... and I promptly developed a new fetish. This would be where I made a fool out of myself the second time over (literally, this time) Miss Jasmine, as again, all I could really say was, "Wow!" Some more tease, some more abuse, some more kicks where it hurts most. Miss T brought in her pet puppy so they both had a toy of their own... and Miss Jasmine discovers I have ticklish feet. I was both hoping that she would take advantage of this (and hoping that this might distract her from the ball-kicking...) and dreading that she might, but apparently ball-kicking is more entertaining. Maybe next time... Eventually the novelty of playing with us wore off, and both Miss T and Miss Jasmine left us there to go tread on Miss T's capable carpet.
I was feeling rather light-headed when I was eventually lowered from the suspension, and just wanted to lay there and enjoy the space I was in for a while before heading for a shower (you know you're going to sweat when wrapped in plastic, but you don't really know how much until it's actually removed). I'm sure I missed some interesting action in the other room...
Next up for me was a golden shower scene. This is something I had never tried before... and still haven't. I tried to try, if that makes any sense, but it just isn't my thing. I was literally lying on the floor under Miss T, trying my best not to laugh, whether from nerves or still being a bit light-headed from before I really don't know. Not quite properly reverent, no? I was summarily dismissed, and went to sulk and lick my wounds in the other room.
We closed with a medical scene, with much posing and hamming for the camera from both Miss T and Miss Jasmine, which served as more tease and denial than I have had the pleasure of enjoying for some time (the previous hour or two aside, of course). I was basically just a background prop while Miss T's puppy endured some intense looking cbt, amongst other wonderful things, and her carpet served as, well, a carpet. I alternated between wishing it were me on the medical examination table to being glad that it wasn't.
Miss T and Miss Jasmine certainly have a wonderful chemistry between them; if you think it's obvious from their flirting here, you should try seeing it in person. It is something to behold. It really is a shame they aren't exhibitionists, though...
Both Miss T and Miss Jasmine were delights to be with, whether in scene, between shoots, or afterwards. They may beat you and make you cry, but they really do have your best interests in mind.
Miss T, Miss Jasmine, thank-you for a wonderful time. And thanks as well to the photographers and fellow subs for being real, down-to-earth people, who helped make this a very enjoyable day.
Take care,
afterthought
I had seen Miss T once before, again pretty much on impulse (I answered an ad she posted looking for a 'play-thing' for the night last fall, and, two hours later, found myself naked and on all fours on her floor, wondering what I had managed to get myself into. A good thing, it turned out), but had never met Miss Jasmine. She, too, is a stunningly beautiful woman, and I'm afraid that I may have made a bit of a fool out of myself in her presence.
I'm not really sure how to 'review' my day there, so if I begin to ramble, you're just going to have to deal with it.
Miss Jasmine opened the door for me when I knocked, and I'm sure this is when I first made a fool out of myself; she was dressed in black lingerie and fishnet stockings. What could I say but "Wow!" And try to regain my composure...
I met the photographers soon after arriving; they were both very personable guys, professional in their work without being overbearing, as were the other two male subs. I was initially afraid of it being awkward, and potentially tedious (I've done some 'vanilla' photo shoots in the past, mostly from behind the camera), but this was not the case. It was fun, entertaining, and an all-out good time, and for that I credit all of the people involved.
I spent about fifteen minutes trying to be useful and simply staying out the way, then it was time to get to get to work, so to speak. My first job? "Strip," as only Miss T can tell you. I was to be wrapped in pallet wrap (industrial strength cling wrap) arms to my sides, then suspended, face down, over Miss T's bondage bed, where she and Miss Jasmine were to make out while I "suffered like a sucker." Life can be rough sometimes, I tell you. Very surreal being up there like that, being completely off balance, but going nowhere. And that was before Miss T and Miss Jasmine crawled underneath. Then it got really interesting. I enjoyed a bird's eye view of these two beautiful, sexy women posing and playing with each other, legs intertwined, just out of reach. They alternated between ignoring and teasing me, with foot play, an amazing 'eye-lock' from Miss T... and a swift (and unexpected) kick to the groin from Miss Jasmine. This apparently did not elicit the proper response from me, because she felt the need to kick me a few more times until she was happy. Much tease and denial, cock and ball torture, spanking, and other forms of merriment ensued. I was left hanging there while they changed into schoolgirl outfits... and I promptly developed a new fetish. This would be where I made a fool out of myself the second time over (literally, this time) Miss Jasmine, as again, all I could really say was, "Wow!" Some more tease, some more abuse, some more kicks where it hurts most. Miss T brought in her pet puppy so they both had a toy of their own... and Miss Jasmine discovers I have ticklish feet. I was both hoping that she would take advantage of this (and hoping that this might distract her from the ball-kicking...) and dreading that she might, but apparently ball-kicking is more entertaining. Maybe next time... Eventually the novelty of playing with us wore off, and both Miss T and Miss Jasmine left us there to go tread on Miss T's capable carpet.
I was feeling rather light-headed when I was eventually lowered from the suspension, and just wanted to lay there and enjoy the space I was in for a while before heading for a shower (you know you're going to sweat when wrapped in plastic, but you don't really know how much until it's actually removed). I'm sure I missed some interesting action in the other room...
Next up for me was a golden shower scene. This is something I had never tried before... and still haven't. I tried to try, if that makes any sense, but it just isn't my thing. I was literally lying on the floor under Miss T, trying my best not to laugh, whether from nerves or still being a bit light-headed from before I really don't know. Not quite properly reverent, no? I was summarily dismissed, and went to sulk and lick my wounds in the other room.
We closed with a medical scene, with much posing and hamming for the camera from both Miss T and Miss Jasmine, which served as more tease and denial than I have had the pleasure of enjoying for some time (the previous hour or two aside, of course). I was basically just a background prop while Miss T's puppy endured some intense looking cbt, amongst other wonderful things, and her carpet served as, well, a carpet. I alternated between wishing it were me on the medical examination table to being glad that it wasn't.
Miss T and Miss Jasmine certainly have a wonderful chemistry between them; if you think it's obvious from their flirting here, you should try seeing it in person. It is something to behold. It really is a shame they aren't exhibitionists, though...
Both Miss T and Miss Jasmine were delights to be with, whether in scene, between shoots, or afterwards. They may beat you and make you cry, but they really do have your best interests in mind.
Miss T, Miss Jasmine, thank-you for a wonderful time. And thanks as well to the photographers and fellow subs for being real, down-to-earth people, who helped make this a very enjoyable day.
Take care,
afterthought
