Once, I never would have dreamed of being fisted. Last week, I nearly managed it.
Last Monday, I bent SwingBot over the spanking sawhorse. I employed the flogger, which we know and trust, but also experimented with the cane (stings and thuds) and slapper crop (just stings). SwingBot prefers the thud sensation, but I did enjoy seeing his butt get pink from the stinging toys. They also seemed to enhance his sensitivity overall.
Last Wednesday, I exhausted myself to the point of being a passive sex partner… but SwingBot and BG did not seem to mind.
Warning: This is a really long gushing over a comic.
Many people cite Robert A. Heinlein stories (particularly Stranger in A Strange Land) as their introduction to the concept of ethical non-monogamy. My introduction to the idea was also fiction: Wendy Pini’s ElfQuest series.
The following is a rant. This is based on my personal experiences and is not intended to say that all men do this; I am happy to say that most do not.