Miss Lois was a bit busy again so we didn’t get to talk a whole lot, but my friend was visiting me (for four days) anyway, so it was good that she didn’t have time to play. She did still come online every now and then to leave me a short message of some sorts, and on the second day my friend was here, she suggested:
Miss Lois: “I was wondering if you could ask your friend to use the under the bed restraints on you and leave you for an extended period of time alone, tied up like that. So that you can have some feeling of being restrained. You can return the favour, of course.”
I asked if it would then just be staying like that and she said that it would depend on how much interaction I wanted. She suggested we could use my riding crop or a whip on each other or put clamps on the body, but that it was up to me as she didn’t want to create any awkward unwanted sexual tension between us since we were just friends.
I felt very unsure about this. I certainly didn’t want to inflict any pain on someone else myself so I felt like the whip option was out of the question. And I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if my friend would do it to me either. It felt kind of weird.
She then said that instead of clamps and crops we could also insert ginger and then get tied up.
I thought that might be a better idea. I thanked her for the suggestion and said I’d discuss it with my friend and would see what happened.
We did it over messenger, lol. Because that’s less awkward somehow. I told him Miss Lois had suggested something and then said:
Me: “We could each insert ginger in a private place and then put on some trousers. Then we could strip each other in place with my under the bed restraints and leave the person there for x amount of time.”
I then asked him what his longest time with ginger inserted had been, which was five minutes. I believe the longest time I’d had ginger up my butt was 10 minutes, so I said something like “I’m feeling sadistic towards you and masochistic towards myself, so let’s do 25 minutes.”
He really wasn’t that sure and/or enthusiastic about that time, ha!
The next day, we had to buy ginger first and did some other mundane stuff like watching Nikita. Then in the late afternoon, we decided it was time. I think he wanted me to go first so I prepared my ginger in the kitchen and then inserted it into my bum in the toilet.
Oh man… I thought. I’d forgotten how much I hated ginger. I did not like the burning feeling of that! It was way too intense too quickly.
But then we went to my room and he put me in the under the bed restraints and then left the room and closed the door behind him.
I hate ginger. The intensity doesn’t go down for a long time. I hate the burning sensation. I remember a friend telling me about ginger when I was a lot younger. He brought it as if it would be painful but then become pleasurable after a while, and that its effect would die down in about 15 minutes. How wrong he was! And how wrong I was for believing him!
So lying there on the bed, I definitely wouldn’t have stayed there for 25 minutes with ginger inserted if I hadn’t been restrained, unless Miss Lois had ordered me to.
I tried out the restraints for a little bit. Seeing how far I could reach with them on. But moving meant increasing the intensity of the ginger, and I knew I couldn’t get out of the restraints anyway, so I decided to just stay still and wait for the time to pass. I tried to look at my watch for the time sometimes, but I didn’t manage to keep track very well.
As I was lying there I thought: I would be such a boring porn star because I don’t move, I don’t make any sounds… I’ve just accepted the situation for what it is.
However, the reason why Miss Lois had suggested this (“so you can experience being restrained”) didn’t exactly work out. I didn’t feel much about being restrained. I had rationalised the entire situation. Being restrained is just being restrained. It only becomes interesting if a certain person *cough Miss Lois would have restrained me.
When I restrained my friend afterwards, I thought I heard him make some noises every now and then and concluded that he’d been struggling more than I had, which amused me.
Have any of you ever done such a thing with a friend?
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