Welp, I’m back on the rack friends and whoo boy, this one is a doozy. Heh. This is gonna be longer than normal but let me set the stage of this scene for you:
Just prior to filming this, I broke Derek in just thirteen minutes . Yes, you read that right; thirteen minutes in and he tapped. Super proud of myself on that one, not gonna lie! That man is stubborn as hell and to this day I think has only used his safeword twice. (If you wanna watch that action it’s a members-only exclusive, join the club my friends and reap the reward!) Needless to say, he was hellbent on revenge when w...
Welp, I’m back on the rack friends and whoo boy, this one is a doozy. Heh. This is gonna be longer than normal but let me set the stage of this scene for you:
Just prior to filming this, I broke Derek in just thirteen minutes . Yes, you read that right; thirteen minutes in and he tapped. Super proud of myself on that one, not gonna lie! That man is stubborn as hell and to this day I think has only used his safeword twice. (If you wanna watch that action it’s a members-only exclusive, join the club my friends and reap the reward!) Needless to say, he was hellbent on revenge when we started the scene.
Enter the second error: it was the last scene of the day, and I told him to go big or go home. Whoops. Derek went BIG. And hard. And when I say he went hard, he went hard . I was given all manner of sensory deprivation. Blindfolded, gagged, headphones, the works. I was bound so tightly, I couldn’t move. And I know I say that every time but this was sincerely the most immobile I’ve ever been. If you don’t believe me, just watch my toes try to curl. No ability whatsoever, my feet were incapable of finding any relief from their flexed position the entire time. It was magnificent.
And THEN, the second Derek started filming, he targeted my worst spots in the WORST ways. Instant screaming on my part, and many, many realizations occurred during my ordeal, suffering under his wicked, talented hands.
Realization #1: About ten minutes in, I realized he wasn’t going to let up. From fingers to tools to fingers, I was not going to stop laughing the entire time, because the tickling wasn’t going to stop. Realization #2: About twenty minutes in, I realized if he didn’t let up, I was going to explode (you know exactly what I mean by this, I ain’t gon’ explain further.) Realization #3: About twenty-minutes and two seconds in, I realized if that happened, my feet were going to reach a whole new level of sensitivity and I was going to suffer even more greatly than I already was. Fuck. Realization #4: After 2 and 3 came true, I realized Derek wasn’t going to stop until I safeworded. FUCK.
I think my favorite realization though was that I deserved it. My brain slammed into subspace shortly after I realized it would be nonstop, and it told me “of course you deserve this, you little fucking toy”. HWAH. Yeah OKAY BRAIN THANKS.
Seriously though, what an epic way to round out another fantastic trip, thanks Derek for having me. Until we meet again!
