Suspension Session PART TWO (By Ms Zea)

As My favourite pet will assisted Me with the final construction on My suspension frame, I thought it was best that he help Me inaugurate it’s full use through a horizontal suspension scene. It has been too long since I have orchestrated such a play session, and I last did so with the use of multiple winches and pulleys. This was going to be fun, challenging and exciting—for Me and will!

After a bit of refresher research on the internet and discussion with a colleague, I decided that the horizontal suspension was going to be face up, and done with as little pressure points as possible. As it was will’s first time suspended and I did not want him to be in any discomfort; it was important that he be able to stay in the specialized bondage for as long as possible, and experience the fullest feeling of freedom.

The evening approached, and I was feeling a great deal of anticipation and exhilaration, as I suspect will was. will entered My playspace, and we greeted each other in our customarily warm manner—with hugs and cheek kisses. Will had generously brought a post-session snack of sushi, sashimi and sake, which was put into the fridge for later. Water was poured, and I instructed will to disrobe. I took My time getting him into proper “pet” headspace tonight: playing with his nipples with my fingers, inspecting his cock and balls with my eyes and hands, stroking his buttocks and back with my hands and nails…no cock rope or collar tonight; I wanted him to be as unfettered and prepared as possible for the upcoming suspension. In order to prepare will, I discussed how may feel-- both physically and mentally-- while suspended.

Getting into the energy of our joint moods, I decided on a final selection of suspension methods. (I wanted will to be able to watch my work, so the hood was not put on yet.) First, will stepped into My leather bondage bag, and backed into the suspension frame (still standing), then he was zipped up into the all-encasing leather, and slowly reversed himself onto the strong support of the rubber sling. He lay all the way back, and I gave some final adjustments to his position. Next, seven rubber bondage straps were tightly bound around his leather encased body, carefully positioned over the key points of suspension on his body—over large muscles and away from delicate joints, in a meticulous manner so as to provide superiorly balanced suspension (learned over years of suspending many men of many different body-types--from barrel-chested little people to wide-bottomed German giants). Then, I cautiously started the laborious (yet scintillating) process of attaching the ropes to the bondage belts, thoroughly stringing each of the seven bondage points to at least three of the eyebolts in the above suspension beams. After a final inspection and tightening of hundreds of feet of ropes, I asked will if he was ready—checking in if there were any uncomfortable points, cramping, pinched nerves, itching, or any other indirect discomfort. Will replied that everything felt great, and that he was ready—this was now almost an hour after we started the bondage-to-suspension process.

With an instant motion releasing the quick-release panic snaps , the sling that was holding will’s weight was immediately removed—and his weight dropped less than a couple of inches and remained perfectly horizontal, with the absolutely horizontal level I had so precisely planned. I removed the safe padding of a large ottoman from under him, and gently pushed the tightly bound body under My control. will’s body swung slightly, and my heart really started pounding in My chest—My endorphins were absolutely flying, as almost an hour of physical labour was so exquisitely rewarded with a perfectly bound and suspended body gently swaying under My complete control—BLISS! I asked will how he felt both physically and mentally; he replied that all was exactly as I previously described, and almost perfectly comfortable. He was able to use his core muscles to slightly adjust the points of suspension, and swing himself—allowing for the idyllic feeling of being utterly bound, yet supremely free.

After a few minutes of observing will’s softly rocking body and testing My knot-work, I placed a hood and some final suspension/support for his neck. Then, I started playing with his mind and body. Shortly thereafter, I straddled will’s leather, rubber and rope encased body, squeezing his torso with my stocking-clad thighs, enjoying the rush of power. As I had done such an excellent job of suspending him, I felt confident resting my weight onto his body. The suspension frame and ropes creaked imperceptibly, and there was no release of tension, so I lifted my legs, riding My bound and swinging pet much like a hobby horse. will asked if he may swing us using his strength as well, and I allowed him to. After a few minutes, I lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders, laying back against the ropes and settling into a delightful feeling of power, control, relaxation and joy. will and I conversed for a while, enjoying the feeling of reciprocal power exchange and a strong physical and emotional connection, until I realized that my strong thighs started causing some discomfort to will’s leather bound hands. Unfortunately, our ride would have to come to an end.

Surprisingly, will was in full mummification-style bondage, completely suspended for about a half hour (bearing my weight for almost half the time)! Not only was this testament to my skills, but a feat for will—once again he has proven that “My will” is stronger that the average man’s physical and mental limitations, and in honour of Me, he pushed himself beyond a man’s typical endurance. (Most men have only managed 10 minutes of traditional horizontal suspension in my experience.) Once I undid his ropes, belts and bondage bag, gently lowering him onto the ottoman, I removed the hood and looked into his eyes; will was completely and totally “zoned out” with that exquisite look of subspace bliss that accompanies all of our play sessions. (An equally important match to My feelings of power and happiness!)

As I had some extra time to do some more rope explorations, I allowed will to stretch out for a few minutes, then promptly put him onto the floor mat on his back, and hogtied him as tightly as he could manage. I thought it would be fun to explore free-floating suspension bondage in contrast with restrictive and vulnerable floor bondage. (Often, playing one type of BDSM play off another—complimentary yet opposite type of play—serves to enhance both activities, and raise the endorphins to an even higher level). After a time of nipple, foot and crop play, and I felt that the incredible energy of the session was just now starting to warm down. I undid will’s ropes, and offered him time to compose himself and freshen up before our sumptuous feast of Japanese food. As further evidence of our growing commune through BDSM power exchange, I brought out a surprise of fresh strawberries and pineapple, and will gave an offering of finely-aged imported Dutch cheese; we both brought apres’ dinner surprises, and they were perfectly complimentary, much as our play-time together is. Again, a spectacular night with will in our mutual enjoyment and explorations of BDSM play.

Suspension Session PART ONE (by Ms Zea's will)

An unbelievable activity.

i have been one very lucky submissive over the last several years. In the times spent in play with Ms Zea, Her enthusiasm and skill in guiding me through an amazing variety of activities has opened up my interests in such a wide range of BDSM and Fetish interests, i have learned to follow wherever Ms Zea chooses to lead me.

my first visit many years ago started with my outlining my areas of interest (which by today’s list, was a very limited one for sure). After that first exciting session, Ms Zea has led me to experience such an incredible range of play activities. At the beginning, some of Her suggestions did bring out a degree of nervousness and apprehension. Like when She introduced me to my first needle play and suggested She pierce my nipples. my trust in Her had become complete and that session was so thrilling it still excites me when i remember it. (Now i am a piercing slut, with Ms Zea having advanced me along to multiple needles, in various body parts, within a variety of multiple bondage and discipline scenes. Oh so Good!)

It wasn’t long before i would check in post-session with Ms Zea and start by saying “That’s one of my favourite activities now!” That list of ‘favourite activities’ is now quite long AND varied. And Ms Zea can still suggest new activities that really are thrilling for me.

Last night, She introduced me to the art of Full Body Suspension. W/we had talked about this possibility in the past, starting from the time She suggested that She would love to get me into full suspension (this while i was fully bound and mummified in Her fantastic Sling). She has recently modified her sling frame to accommodate full suspension and i asked Her to consider this activity. And last night, an incredible session took place.

After the prerequisite period of me kneeling unclothed before Her in obedient submission, She started the activity by explaining what i would experience when i was in full suspension, which was important as i had never been fully suspended before. Her description was completely accurate. Her process of explaining this made the experience totally enjoyable. The amount of work She had to do to place me in suspension was in my mind overwhelming. With Her experience and skills though, She whistled through it. She explained at times why things were done a certain way, asked often about pressure points or pinching, changed a part of the rigging to allow for my better balance. Placed on my back on the rubber body sling, fully cocooned in the leather body bag, tightly bound in multiple wide leather straps and then having the numerous attached suspension ropes pulled tightly upwards to the multiple metal rings in the numerous overhead wooden cross beams of the frame, She stood by and asked if i was ready to be fully suspended. i was feeling so amazing being fully encased and bound as i was, i stated i didn’t think i could feel better. Ms Zea chuckled and said “you will My pet” as She snapped off the metal connectors holding the rubber sling in place.

i dropped maybe two inches but the sensation of floating was immediate. It was mind blowing. The hidden fear I had of dropping, of the rigging suddenly breaking and me crashing uncontrollably to the floor slowly melted away as my body acclimatized to the feeling of hanging freely. My mind was awash with excitement, at my helplessness, the feeling of being sheathed head to foot in leather bondage, floating back and forth as Ms Zea walked around my suspended body, checking Her rope work while checking me, in total control of anything and everything that was going to happen to me. Ms Zea placed a soft spandex hood on me, and added some more suspension support for my head. Touching me through the leather body bag, Her contact with me not only added its own rush with Her closeness but She made my body gently move by swinging from the ends of the rigging. i felt I was hanging in this place for Her amusement only. And She was quite adept at taking advantage of my helplessness, ensuring my predicament was constantly changing. Time became a blur as I floated there, never knowing what would happen next.

To further use me as Her toy, Ms Zea then sat across my leather encased suspended body and used me as Her personal swing. In Her pre-session discussion with me about suspension, Ms Zea had covered the need to use my body muscles while suspended, particularly my core muscles to get the maximum out of this experience. Her guidance in this made the experience so enduring. After a length of time, where Ms Zea had relaxed back against the ropes and caused my body to swing gently back and forth underneath Her, She asked if I was doing “OK?”, my answered gushed out “Absolutely”. I wanted to be kept in that position forever. To be used that way by Her was breathtaking for me.

Ms Zea wisely gauged the amount of time of the strain that my unaccustomed body could handle being in held in full suspension. She expertly lowered me and proceeded to untie, unbind and unwrap my blissed out body.

I have never had an experience like that. After standing up, my body started to feel the endorphins that had been released, causing that old familiar twitch of excitement from head to toe.

Ms Zea then placed a full leather mat on the floor, smiled wickedly at me and said “ Now, there is something else I have wanted to do to you for some time. Lay down on your back on the mat!” After I assumed the position She had given me, She proceeded to use ropes to bind first my left wrist to my drawn up left ankle and then repeated the process with my right limbs. My legs were now pulled up, knees close to my chest, legs forced spread open, with me being full immobilized. Hooded, I could only hear Ms Zea as She walked around my hogtied body. i didn’t see the implement being used to trace patterns across my exposed body, only felt what I believed was the cold leather end of a riding crop (quickly becoming a toy of choice at the experienced hands of Ms Zea.) my nipples became hard to the light slapping of the crop against them. I must have levitated off the floor when that same leather slapper made contact with my exposed, shaved ball sack. But heavy punishment wasn’t part of Ms Zea’s plan tonight, She seemed content making me gasp and flinch whenever She made contact with a different part of my body. Asking me the rhetorical question of whether I enjoyed my role as Her plaything, She then used her beautiful stocking covered foot to lightly trample my tender spots and allowing me the chance to smell and worship Her foot through my hood.

Ms Zea started to untie me from that painful rope bondage just as my body started to twitch uncontrollably. She is so good at knowing when my limits have been reached, at times even before I do. During O/our post session unwind, I again recognized how really good Ms Zea was at the activities She chose for O/our playtime. Sitting there i felt the after-effects of those two amazing bondage sessions i had just shared with Her, waves of endorphins surging through me. No discipline this time, just tight bondage and total control over me when happily placed into the hands of such a special Person.

Wow. Another experience added to my list of favourite activities ;)