Some people think kinky lifestyle is just about a couple of moments, where we caress our partner in sensory stimulus, shower them with impacts, spare them a punishment.
Not true!
So it all began when I was staying up late and realizing I had to go to work the next day, or rather same day. Thinking "how can I endure?", it didn't take this mad brain long to come up with something. Hasn't been long since I delved deeper into chemical play and there are still so many things to try out so obviously I was going to do it! Thinking ahead I figured there were a bunch of boring meetings coming up - anticipating one in particular that would just devastate any resolve I might have had up to the point. And so it was set! I got my tiger balm, and some spatulas, stored away neatly in my backpack and went to bed.
Waking up a kinkster.
I wake up to that dreadful sound, wondering what made me so stupid to take a song I love and make it my wake-up ring! Set it to snooze and cuddle up to my lovely waifu. Before I know it there it goes again - not even fully awake yet and already being tormented. I like that. Today is a subby day. So I stopped the torment of alarm clock, that was step one. Next I have to free myself of evil blanket. I do not know when it got this bad but something about it being red must be causing it to tangle around my limbs every. single. night. It is almost as if my blanket likes bondage even more than I do. I turn, It struggle, eventually get a foot out, there is a nice refreshing breeze blowing across my foot - any other morning I would be enjoying that a lot, but not this one. I could not yet be bothered to open my eyes so I have no idea what time it is. Sure I could try and remember what I set the timer at but that would eat up precious brainpower. I pull out the other leg and am free of red menace. I make a mental note of coming up with a name for it that sticks. I turn around and crawl towards the exit, grab a piece of rope and slide down the old-age prevention device 2 (ladder), inelegantly sliding down into my play area, to be greeted by my half-finished cage, the smell of rope and tiger balm, and unfinished projects of various types. It is dark, or rather there is no sunlight coming in for I have left the blackout curtains shut. A flurry of colorful lights sooth my now fully opened eyes. This is not starting out too badly, I realized it was not even half an hour and I already started my emotional rollercoaster with torment, bondage, affirmation, and dread.
Brushing your teeth a kinkster.
I make short work of my morning routine, grab my bag and go. Being preloaded already from red queen's bondage hug I am already feeling full of subby energy. These things happen fully automatically by now and I get to sit back in my mind contemplating what I will do today after work - continue working on my projects, socializing, playing around, certainly not getting rid of any of this clutter in my place. As I got around to visualizing what it will be I get yanked out of it. I find my body in the driveway, mounted on the trusty bike and sun shining on my face. It is time to focus on the outside world. I am pleasantly surprised by how warm the air is and the sun caressing my skin. There is an earthy smell in the air, tat masks the usual stench of exhaust fumes I get riding next to a busy street. Blackbirds ar doing their thing left and right as I pass along a patch of green. No more than two minutes have passed but I am already highly stimulated by all the inputs to my senses. I kick the pedals hard and feel the morning fatigue leave my muscles. Wind brushing past my face, it feels good.
Going to work a kinkster.
I pull up to our office complex minutes later. I ponder the question where my subbiness went, for whenever I am in traffic I take charge - something I have picked up riding in larger cities. As I ride around avoiding pedestrians as well as I can in what plays in my mind as a game of audiosurf. Not unbefitting as I did once hold the high-score on the track I listen to right now. There are some motorists trying to assert their dominance, but not with me! I got right of way and make them feel it. Yes! You are consenting to the rules of the road and that is enough for me, now hit the brakes and be a good boy. I slip through elegantly and arrive at the parking spot.
Using a soap dispenser a kinkster.
I am not sure how I got here, but somehow I managed to stay awake, alert, and productive for hours. Long enough to reach ideal timing to be taking my caffeine. And then I survived even longer for it to kick in. now it is just ten minutes before the dreadful meeting. I realize it is probably only going to be five minutes but I hate it nonetheless. Perfect time to go on a bathroom break. I reach into the backpack to grab my special sauce. Finding my tiger balm, but no spatulas. Damn. I must have dropped them somewhere. No time to be proper and look for them, I just grab some zip ties instead. Why do I keep finding zip ties around the places I go? No idea. I do not even like zip ties for kinky stuff. As i think these thoughts I find my dominant hand has begun flogging my submissive arm and like that it dawned on me. So that is why I subconsciously supply myself with zip ties.
I make haste to the restroom, quickly lock myself in a stall. It never occured to me but in this moment I really appreciate doors going all the way from floor to ceiling. Drop my pants and underwear, unscrew the jar of tiger balm - a familiar smell rushes to my nose, an olfactory reminder of past joys, excitement to come, and a little foreshadowing. I look at the jar, I look at my zip tie, and back to the jar. If crows can do it, surely a person of my nerdy background will figure out a way to get the good stuff out with a stick. I bend the zip tie to make a scoop and get out a significant amount of balm, thinking: "This is not going to work well, so I better take a lot!" And so I do. I reach for my chocolate starfish and rub it on. Surprised to see all of it was deposited, but I was not going to dare use my finger for I do not want my coworkers to smell it. I clench my butt and rub the cheeks against one another.
This will have to do.
I rush back into my clothes and store away the tools in my pocket, exit the stall and wash my hands before returning to my desk.
Everything else falls away.
I pass a colleague on my way and do my best impression of an un-balmed me. Still I feel almost nothing. As I sit down, log back in and get ready for that meeting I start feeling that anticipated warm chemical hug - this is gonna be sick! Right on cue I join the call and say hello as a flurry of warm feelings rush from my butt through my body - eternally greatful I am not forced to use my camera as eyes roll up back into my head and a soft moan almost leaves my body. I muster all my strength to keep enough compulsure to not make a scene. I bite my tongue, press my lips. A gentle breeze blows in through the window tickling my arms, my face, my neck and brings a vivid smell of sulfur, wood, and fat. A smell I am all too familiar with - someone was having an early barbecue, and using cheap charcoal lighter bricks. I can barely contain myself and surely if more senses were stimulated right now that would be a different story entirely. And this works! Before I know it the meeting was over, I end the call thinking "This could have been an email" and go back to doing actual work. Doing so I piece together a few tracks to start a new auditory journey - Metallica, Loverboy, Poison, Queen, Motley Crue, AC/DC. I pick only the most uplifting ones I can find and let the algorithm fill in the blanks.
I focus down on my work package and let everything else fall out of focus as I feel my butt, the wind, the music and nothing else exists anymore. As we get to the chorus my fate is sealed - the task is set, the music locked in, no more meetings. "Come crawling faster, obey your Master!" YES PLEASE!
WHY?!
What happened then can only be described as a sub-space fueld flow of ecstasy and productivity. I am a good kitty doing this task particularly well! Every now and then looking up and judging how well I am doing to continuous pulses of warm kisses on my buttocks. An hour passes, then two. I slowly drift out of flow and start coming back to my senses - most notably the olfactory one. I felt a foreshadowing back when I balmed up, but ignored it. Now It is blatantly obvious to me what I should have thought of earlier. I left a rather chunky bit of balm right on my butt. Of course it was going to find its way through my underwear, through my pants, and into my chair! I could smell it now. I look over to my colleague - who has told me about tiger balm in the past! He knows how it smells! Oh what predicament! I look at the clock, it is almost time for him to leave - just half an hour to go! Focus! Clench your butt and pretend nothing is amiss! Time is meaningless when you are under stress, and right now there was quite a lot of it. The threat of being found out, of having to answer to them, feeling exposed. I LOVE IT! If only there was one to know what I did, that would for sure send me over the edge.
Look out for the next one!
Even meaningless time passes eventually, I am now alone in the office, can finally relax my butt and find some tissues. I close all the blinds and get to work, rubbing, scrubbing, drenching in soapy water. Nothing works. Tiger is here to stay. Why did I not think of this sooner? Why do I have to be the one with the ONLY chair fully functional? I cannot just swap it.
Screw it! I just leave it be and let tomorrow's problems be for tomorrow's me.
Not true!
So it all began when I was staying up late and realizing I had to go to work the next day, or rather same day. Thinking "how can I endure?", it didn't take this mad brain long to come up with something. Hasn't been long since I delved deeper into chemical play and there are still so many things to try out so obviously I was going to do it! Thinking ahead I figured there were a bunch of boring meetings coming up - anticipating one in particular that would just devastate any resolve I might have had up to the point. And so it was set! I got my tiger balm, and some spatulas, stored away neatly in my backpack and went to bed.
Waking up a kinkster.
I wake up to that dreadful sound, wondering what made me so stupid to take a song I love and make it my wake-up ring! Set it to snooze and cuddle up to my lovely waifu. Before I know it there it goes again - not even fully awake yet and already being tormented. I like that. Today is a subby day. So I stopped the torment of alarm clock, that was step one. Next I have to free myself of evil blanket. I do not know when it got this bad but something about it being red must be causing it to tangle around my limbs every. single. night. It is almost as if my blanket likes bondage even more than I do. I turn, It struggle, eventually get a foot out, there is a nice refreshing breeze blowing across my foot - any other morning I would be enjoying that a lot, but not this one. I could not yet be bothered to open my eyes so I have no idea what time it is. Sure I could try and remember what I set the timer at but that would eat up precious brainpower. I pull out the other leg and am free of red menace. I make a mental note of coming up with a name for it that sticks. I turn around and crawl towards the exit, grab a piece of rope and slide down the old-age prevention device 2 (ladder), inelegantly sliding down into my play area, to be greeted by my half-finished cage, the smell of rope and tiger balm, and unfinished projects of various types. It is dark, or rather there is no sunlight coming in for I have left the blackout curtains shut. A flurry of colorful lights sooth my now fully opened eyes. This is not starting out too badly, I realized it was not even half an hour and I already started my emotional rollercoaster with torment, bondage, affirmation, and dread.
Brushing your teeth a kinkster.
I make short work of my morning routine, grab my bag and go. Being preloaded already from red queen's bondage hug I am already feeling full of subby energy. These things happen fully automatically by now and I get to sit back in my mind contemplating what I will do today after work - continue working on my projects, socializing, playing around, certainly not getting rid of any of this clutter in my place. As I got around to visualizing what it will be I get yanked out of it. I find my body in the driveway, mounted on the trusty bike and sun shining on my face. It is time to focus on the outside world. I am pleasantly surprised by how warm the air is and the sun caressing my skin. There is an earthy smell in the air, tat masks the usual stench of exhaust fumes I get riding next to a busy street. Blackbirds ar doing their thing left and right as I pass along a patch of green. No more than two minutes have passed but I am already highly stimulated by all the inputs to my senses. I kick the pedals hard and feel the morning fatigue leave my muscles. Wind brushing past my face, it feels good.
Going to work a kinkster.
I pull up to our office complex minutes later. I ponder the question where my subbiness went, for whenever I am in traffic I take charge - something I have picked up riding in larger cities. As I ride around avoiding pedestrians as well as I can in what plays in my mind as a game of audiosurf. Not unbefitting as I did once hold the high-score on the track I listen to right now. There are some motorists trying to assert their dominance, but not with me! I got right of way and make them feel it. Yes! You are consenting to the rules of the road and that is enough for me, now hit the brakes and be a good boy. I slip through elegantly and arrive at the parking spot.
Using a soap dispenser a kinkster.
I am not sure how I got here, but somehow I managed to stay awake, alert, and productive for hours. Long enough to reach ideal timing to be taking my caffeine. And then I survived even longer for it to kick in. now it is just ten minutes before the dreadful meeting. I realize it is probably only going to be five minutes but I hate it nonetheless. Perfect time to go on a bathroom break. I reach into the backpack to grab my special sauce. Finding my tiger balm, but no spatulas. Damn. I must have dropped them somewhere. No time to be proper and look for them, I just grab some zip ties instead. Why do I keep finding zip ties around the places I go? No idea. I do not even like zip ties for kinky stuff. As i think these thoughts I find my dominant hand has begun flogging my submissive arm and like that it dawned on me. So that is why I subconsciously supply myself with zip ties.
I make haste to the restroom, quickly lock myself in a stall. It never occured to me but in this moment I really appreciate doors going all the way from floor to ceiling. Drop my pants and underwear, unscrew the jar of tiger balm - a familiar smell rushes to my nose, an olfactory reminder of past joys, excitement to come, and a little foreshadowing. I look at the jar, I look at my zip tie, and back to the jar. If crows can do it, surely a person of my nerdy background will figure out a way to get the good stuff out with a stick. I bend the zip tie to make a scoop and get out a significant amount of balm, thinking: "This is not going to work well, so I better take a lot!" And so I do. I reach for my chocolate starfish and rub it on. Surprised to see all of it was deposited, but I was not going to dare use my finger for I do not want my coworkers to smell it. I clench my butt and rub the cheeks against one another.
This will have to do.
I rush back into my clothes and store away the tools in my pocket, exit the stall and wash my hands before returning to my desk.
Everything else falls away.
I pass a colleague on my way and do my best impression of an un-balmed me. Still I feel almost nothing. As I sit down, log back in and get ready for that meeting I start feeling that anticipated warm chemical hug - this is gonna be sick! Right on cue I join the call and say hello as a flurry of warm feelings rush from my butt through my body - eternally greatful I am not forced to use my camera as eyes roll up back into my head and a soft moan almost leaves my body. I muster all my strength to keep enough compulsure to not make a scene. I bite my tongue, press my lips. A gentle breeze blows in through the window tickling my arms, my face, my neck and brings a vivid smell of sulfur, wood, and fat. A smell I am all too familiar with - someone was having an early barbecue, and using cheap charcoal lighter bricks. I can barely contain myself and surely if more senses were stimulated right now that would be a different story entirely. And this works! Before I know it the meeting was over, I end the call thinking "This could have been an email" and go back to doing actual work. Doing so I piece together a few tracks to start a new auditory journey - Metallica, Loverboy, Poison, Queen, Motley Crue, AC/DC. I pick only the most uplifting ones I can find and let the algorithm fill in the blanks.
I focus down on my work package and let everything else fall out of focus as I feel my butt, the wind, the music and nothing else exists anymore. As we get to the chorus my fate is sealed - the task is set, the music locked in, no more meetings. "Come crawling faster, obey your Master!" YES PLEASE!
WHY?!
What happened then can only be described as a sub-space fueld flow of ecstasy and productivity. I am a good kitty doing this task particularly well! Every now and then looking up and judging how well I am doing to continuous pulses of warm kisses on my buttocks. An hour passes, then two. I slowly drift out of flow and start coming back to my senses - most notably the olfactory one. I felt a foreshadowing back when I balmed up, but ignored it. Now It is blatantly obvious to me what I should have thought of earlier. I left a rather chunky bit of balm right on my butt. Of course it was going to find its way through my underwear, through my pants, and into my chair! I could smell it now. I look over to my colleague - who has told me about tiger balm in the past! He knows how it smells! Oh what predicament! I look at the clock, it is almost time for him to leave - just half an hour to go! Focus! Clench your butt and pretend nothing is amiss! Time is meaningless when you are under stress, and right now there was quite a lot of it. The threat of being found out, of having to answer to them, feeling exposed. I LOVE IT! If only there was one to know what I did, that would for sure send me over the edge.
Look out for the next one!
Even meaningless time passes eventually, I am now alone in the office, can finally relax my butt and find some tissues. I close all the blinds and get to work, rubbing, scrubbing, drenching in soapy water. Nothing works. Tiger is here to stay. Why did I not think of this sooner? Why do I have to be the one with the ONLY chair fully functional? I cannot just swap it.
Screw it! I just leave it be and let tomorrow's problems be for tomorrow's me.
