There’s a neat thread on Max Fisch about “public play you wish you did.” I was going to reply, but I haven’t posted there in nearly a month and … I dunno. I like streaks. And I need to post more on my blog. So. Yay for Whip Smart readers!
The other day a guy called me asking for ballbusting. I love ball busting, but two hours in studio of crackin’ nuts seemed like a bad idea. Not to mention he was hoping to come in the next day and my schedule was already kinda full.
Then I had this idea. “Hey, are you cute? How old are you? Would we look good together walking down the street?” I asked. He said he thought so. “I’ve got an idea!” I bubbled. “I’ll see you for an hour. If the weather’s nice. We’ll go out and do your session.”
I got really jazzed up at the thought of us walking down the street and every once in a while, I’d rush him up against a building as if to embrace …. and then discreetly knee him in the mini-coconuts. Then I’d grab his hand, laugh and giddily pull him along the sidewalk until I found the perfect spot to do it again. I loved the image of just tumbling through New York City on a beautiful, brisk day and finding ways to attack his package.
A happy kick here. A flying hand there. A knee. An elbow.
I didn’t give him all those details; I just said we’d go out and I’d discreetly ball bust him in public. I wanted the scene itself to be a surprise. “Call me tomorrow if you decide you want to do it,” I said. He didn’t. We didn’t. But damn, I thought it was a great idea.
He may not have called because he did not feel he was cute enough,you are not that hard on the eyes!
Here’s one I wish I did. I’m wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. A domme takes me out to Central Park and forced me to drink a thirty ounce bottle of water. She then discretely handcuffs me to a bench and puts a towel over my wrist so no one knows I’m locked there. She moves two benches down to read and waits for nature to take its course.
Lee, that’s a good point. But unlike you, he’s never met me … how would he really know?
LMPest,
I like that. Though I must admit I’m always surprised at how many men’s fantasies revolve around publicly wetting themselves.
I did a foot worship scene in the park before. That was memorable.
You are too kind!! That link in your blog is a thrill. Hmmmm … the Met has an exhibition coming up soon entitled “Superheros – Fashion and Fantasy”. The picture advertising the exhibit, which begins May 1st and lasts all summer, is a retro looking catwoman domme type!! A Met inspired, superhero role play might lend itself nicely to a public ball busting scene …
I’ve never actually considered public play. Though you do paint an interesting picture.
Foot worship in the park sounds very erotic as well.
Shame that he canceled. Maybe he was too worried someone would see him.
With my wrists and waist secured to the terrace railing of our hotel suite, my Mistress whipped me with stinging intensity- in part because of her force, but the chilly night air played its own part to take a good bite out of me. When finished with me, she released me, pushed me to the cement floor. Standing over me, she drenched me from head to toe with her golden wash. She then turned to go inside while I lay there, steam rising from my prone body.
Phew- got myself into a lather just remembering that experience and to be honest, while we were very much in the public domain, God only knows if anyone was witness to our play. Given our location, I imagine there was, especially as my cries of suffering grew louder with each strike!
When I think about that and other experiences, yeah I think public play is hot! Even hotter is when you’re out there for the world to see, but you’re lost in the trust and warmth of your partner and have no idea if anyone is really watching.
Thanks for inviting me to post on your blog!
Advochasty,
I briefly had this image of going to the Met in a catsuit with you. We’re New Yorkers …. I think we could get away with that, right?
@The Met in a Catsuit
I have an electric pink bow tie? I think you should go as Storm …Halle Schmalle … she ain’t got nuthin’ on you, sistah!!
Ouch!
I’m not into nut knocking but that still sounds kinda hot.
And message boards are funny, when I get out of the habit – it’s easier to just stop posting for a while.
I still read a bit, but a break can be a plus for sure.