Balls of steel

He has a lovely anal hook that has been floating around here, in one of the many boxes under the bed, but these took his fancy. He saw these ball hooks in a pic on Fet and just had to chase down the supplier. It is amazing how proactive He can be about communicating on Fet, when it involves something new to brutalise one small slave's arse with L

So after much ado (the supplier's automatic mailing system wanted to charge more than the cost of the hooks for postage) and toing and froing the supplier suggested a compromise that we could all live with. A solution that bypassed the automatic postage calculator might one add, so if you are in this part of the world don't be afraid to ask for a better postage rate. And then we settled in to wait... see below*.

On that note may one just say that the vendor is very good to deal with generally, they answered emails promptly and we wouldn't hesitate to use them again.

The implement:

Heavy stainless steel hooks with a ball on the end rather than the usual rounded hook tip.  He bought both the 38mm and the 50mm ones. To be honest one found the smaller one a bit small, but the big one was plenty big... though the smooth nature of it meant that the arse just tried to eat it... somewhat against one's will. It is a sad thing when your body will blithely try and hurt its self in the pursuit of happiness.

The pros:

• Smooth finish
• Easy to clean
• Very comfortable, even the curve was a perfect fit 

The cons:

• Like all large objects it was easier to get it in than out... but that may simply be a natural reluctance to let go of anything that feels that good 

And oh boy did it feel good. This was supposed to involve a whole bondage thing... using that lovely rope from Twisted Monk... it would have looked really pretty too... except...

Well it started with Him taking advantage of one small slave. Just to see how it felt... you know how that is. Anyway it felt so good one kinda begged for more and feeling obliging He ended up... well doing it again except in the missionary position. 

It was at that point when one made an interesting discovery. Apart from the fact that the body completely overlooked the tail end of the hook as it laid on it... that tail rubbed along the bed in sync to the fucking. It was like being double penetrated by the most superbly synchronised duo in history. In fact it triggered an orgasm so long one was actually begging Him to stop in the end. It is a strange fact that men do not understand, but an orgasm can reach the point of no longer being enjoyable. Of course He didn't stop there, but eventually he gave into the pleading for mercy.

On the condition that one mentioned it in the blog...

Yes He made one beg for mercy... during sex.

And so gentle reader you now know our dirty little secret...

The reason why we do so little bondage is not just the heat and the complete lack of time in our busy lives, but that we start with desert and it kills any desire for dinner. It seems our mothers were right after all L

*And a fun story that was because the postal service at Christmas is a challenging system. For days and days the package sat in some little mail centre in America... well according to its tracking number at any rate. Then out of the blue, just as we were emailing back and forth again with the supplier they rocked up. 

The hooks were not only trying to break free, but the package had been sitting in water somewhere along the line... and it wasn't here 'cos we hadn't had rain for weeks by that stage... long enough that the customs declaration was no longer legible.

Now we get a lot of stuff from the States and every bit of it has enough Sellotape to entomb something. We deeply suspect our American friends have a bit of a sticky tape fetish... that or they have shares in the company. In this case though that tape was the only thing holding the box together as you can see...

So bless you diligent wrappers of the world... may your parcels always arrive safely at their destination J