REFLECTIONS ON A PHOTO

Every now and then I run across a photo that inspires immediate thoughts in my perverse brain.  This one is such a photo.  Perhaps because it's such a familiar situation for me.  My husband Karl often finds himself suspended in similar fashion in our basement, and although Karl's body does not compare with the sub or slave  pictured here (no disrespect to Karl - his body is just fine, but not so young or defined), there are certain similarities in their respective predicaments.

For one, Karl is often suspended in a way that leaves him barely touching the ground.  In a fairly short time, this results in a great deal of tension on his legs - not to mention his arms and shoulders - and it isn't long before those legs are quivering.  He can pull himself upwards to relieve the legs, but that's quite temporary and only results in extra pressure on his upper body.


As to other similarities, note that the lovely Dom is fully clothed.  Very nice shoes and striking hosiery (love the French Heels), as well as a rather severe hair style, nice jewelry, form fitting skirt and classic blouse.  Standing before her naked sub, cool and collected in the presence of his dilemma, she's casually looking over her shoulder at.... what?   In my basement, it would be a wall full of "implements".  All sorts of whips, paddles, shackles, hoods, nipple clamps, etc., etc. etc.  A lovely display of possibilities visible to both the Dom and the sub.  An all-around delightful scene.


Well now that I've sort of put myself into the picture, what next?  Recognizing that Karl is in deep trouble, I'd find it amusing to offer him various methods of relief.  I'd enjoy giving him the option of relieving his pain by "buying" time lowered down from his current level of suspension, and with his feet fully on the floor.  The cost?  Well, I'm afraid it's more pain, but since it's different than his current pain, it becomes an attractive alternative for at least a certain amount of time.


For instance, after observing fifteen quivery minutes, let's say I inform him  that he's going to remain suspended for the next two hours.  Would he buy fifteen minutes on his feet for the cost of, say, 20 strokes with a paddle and the addition of nipple clamps for the duration of his suspension ordeal?  An interesting choice, is it not?.  He'd then be raised up again, legs, arms and shoulders once again stretched out and quivering, and given 15 minutes to consider his next "purchase".   How about another fifteen minutes with feet on the floor for 30 with my whip, and - being generous - I'll remove my blouse and bra so that he can gaze at my breasts for a minute or so before and after I whip him?  Would he take that offer?  Would you, my male readers?


Well, how about this one?  After yet another fifteen minutes of suspension,  I offer him fifteen more minutes on his feet for 50 with my riding crop along his legs and groin area.  As a bonus, I'll allow him to kiss each of my nipples twice when I finish with the crop.  My generosity knows no bounds, right?  Back up he'll go after that, and so on and so on until the two hours are up. 


All of these thoughts running through my head just because I came across that photo (reprinted from slaveadam.tumblr.com).  Time to check on Karl.   Interesting how life often imitates art. 

THE COMPETITION

Finally!  I finally have the time to finish the Christmas competition posting, and I do apologize (once again) for the delay.  I'll assume that you've read the previous few blog entries, and I'll just begin where I left off.


Once Clarice declared that she wanted to compete with Karl, the matter of what the competition would consist of remained to be seen.  Clarice thought about it a bit and came up with the following suggestions:


1.  A tug of war between Karl and her, much like the original one we had planned with the apple fetching, except that they would have their feet attached to each other by a rope and their hands tied behind them.  Clarice was certain that her superior leg strength would offset Karl's extra weight in such a contest.
2.  The "ball on the spoon" obstacle course race we'd originally designed for the two subs, unchanged.
3.  A new contest which involved balance.  Both Karl and Clarice would step onto a wooden crate (we had several in the basement left over from wine delivery), hands tied behind their backs, blindfolds on, and be forced to balance themselves on the crate for five minutes.  Easy so far, but at the end of ten minutes they each had to raise their right foot and balance on the left for another ten minutes, then if they were both still standing, they had to switch to their right foot for another ten minutes, and back to the left, and so forth until somebody fell off the crate.
4. And finally - Clarice insisted on this one - a classic arm wrestling contest where Clarice could totally humiliate Karl with her superior strength from years of weight training and body building.


After much discussion, we all agreed on the various contests, and now the big question was punishment for the losers of each event.  I had no intention of physically punishing Clarice, though I had a sneaky feeling that she wouldn't have minded at all if I agreed to it, and although Vanessa was probably more than willing to take out her frustrations on anyone handy, I simply was not going to allow a female to be punished corporally in my home.


Vanessa suggested that we  punish Karl for each lost event, with Clarice just laughing off any defeat, but that didn't sit well with me.  Clarice was so cocky about winning everything, that I felt she should also have something to lose if Karl won any of the events.  Years ago we had a contest that involved Karl licking and tasting the feet of myself, Clarice, Vanessa and Patsy in an effort to identify whose feet he was "worshipping".  Clarice bet me $50 (if memory serves) that he couldn't do it.  When he won, she was furious and only very reluctantly paid up.  That was the source of many of the ill feelings she had toward Karl, and she threatened to one day get him alone to take her revenge.


So I said "Let's have Clarice put her money where her mouth is.  How about $20 for every contest she loses?  Karl gets 20 with the paddle, etc., for each of his losses, and Clarice pays $20 for each of her losses."


I could see by the expression on her face that Clarice was not exactly happy about the prospect of losing money even though she thought she'd be winning everything.  Finally, she responded with "Okay.  I'll do it, but on one condition.  I get to do all the punishing for Karl.  Twenty with the paddle for the first event, twenty with a crop for the second,  twenty with a strap for the third and twenty with the flogger for the fourth.  Plus, I want to administer the punishment after each event, not at the end."


I must admit to being more than a little concerned at the prospect of what she could do to Karl if he lost all four events, and her expertise and viciousness with the flogger was a true concern.  So I countered with a proposition of my own.  "No blood, Clarice.  At the first sign of blood, we'll call the whole thing off, period.  Take it or leave it."  I wasn't about to risk the prospect of any real damage to Karl.


Clarice gave me a look of disgust, but finally said "Okay, I agree, but you're really much too easy on him.  No blood, but he's going to feel it for a long while.  That I guarantee."  I glanced over at Karl, who had listened to this whole discussion while acting as Clarice's footstool, and the look on his face told me that he was REALLY scared about the contests to come.  I raised his head so that I was looking in his eyes.  "Don't hold back in these contests.  Beat her for me, slave."  He nodded, but the fear was definitely reflected in his eyes, and I wondered how he'd survive this particular ordeal if he lost badly.


As we made final preps for the first contest, Clarice shocked us all by stripping naked!  I think my mouth fell open, but she said "He's naked, so I'll be naked.  I don't want anyone saying that I had any sort of advantage at all.  This is Woman versus Man, and Woman is going to kick ass."  Then she started flexing her muscles, much like the prep I'd seen her go through for her body building contests, and she was quite a sight to behold.  My fears for Karl were only heightened by the display, and I began to think that this was all a big mistake.  Clarice was channeling some sort of Amazon woman, and I wondered if she hadn't gone somewhat crazy out there in California.


At any rate, I couldn't very well cancel the competition just because Clarice was naked, so off we went.  We tied both Karl's and Clarice's ankles together, and strung a rope between them, so the contest was to be held with them both on hands and knees, pulling each other to reach their respective apples.  It turned into quite a battle.  At first, Karl's extra weight was clearly stopping Clarice's efforts, and he slowly but surely crept toward his apple, dragging Clarice along.  Then with a literal scream, Clarice found some sort of inner strength and jolted Karl away from his apple just before he grabbed it with his teeth.  Her sudden yank pulled Karl off balance and he rolled over on his side, which gave Clarice a big advantage.  Before Karl could right himself, Clarice managed to reach her apple, grab it with her teeth and head over to the couch where Vanessa and I were sitting.  Karl managed to scramble back to his original position, but Clarice had the momentum and dropped the apple at our feet, letting out a victory howl as she did so.


The paddling that ensued was a bit terrifying to watch, as each swat on his ass visibly jolted Karl, and was much more powerful than any he'd ever had from me.  I could now see that Clarice's insistence on administering the punishment after each contest was designed to break his will and make him an easy mark for the next event.  I feared that the worst was yet to come.  When I spoke to Karl later, he told me that the paddling was so intense that he knew he couldn't continue to lose.  Although his ass was sore and burning from the leather paddle, something clicked inside of him and he said to himself, "NO MORE!".  I had never really seen Karl in his earlier sports competition days, but from various talks we had previously had, he was well respected for his skills in football and baseball,  plus I did know that when not serving  me his A level personality was a sight to behold.  Karl did not like losing, period.


The second contest began with both of the combatants sweaty and somewhat breathless, and Karl's ass was already raw looking.  Since no blood was shed, I had no choice but to let it go on.  The ball on the spoon event turned out to be hilarious.  Both K and C constantly dropped the ball as they hobbled through our obstacle course and it took forever to get the balls back on the spoons with hands tied.  Vanessa and I were in hysterics watching them stumble around, and in the end it was Karl who prevailed.  A furious Clarice went to her purse, grabbed her wallet, and threw a 20 dollar bill at my feet.  She just glared at Karl and said, "Next", then at me and said "Get that strap ready".


The third contest had us moving to the basement where both had to step up onto a wooden crate and go through the balancing act that we'd designed.  They both made it easily through the session with both feet on the barrel, but when they raised their right feet for balancing on their left feet, Karl was visibly in trouble.  His big body was definitely top heavy, while Clarice's body was perfectly proportioned and steady as a rock.  Karl never made it past the left foot session as he stumbled off the crate rather quickly.  Another exultant cry leapt from Clarice's lips as she went for the strap hanging from the wall in our basement.


She insisted that Karl drape his body over the wooden horse we owned, using the hand and foot straps to hold him down.  Then she administered twenty blistering (quite literally) strokes on the back upper portion of his legs that had him unable to control the howling that came from his mouth.  Once again, this was a level of pain that I was simply physically unable to give him.  Clarice was having a ball, Karl's legs were bright red and raw, and now I was really sorry that I'd ever agreed to this.


Clarice was now totally confident again, and could hardly wait to get to event number 4.  So cocky was she that she got in my face and said "How about double or nothing on this one?  I win and Karl gets forty with the flogger.  I lose and you get forty bucks.  What do you say?"


"No way, Clarice" is what I said.  "Forty with the flogger would just about kill him.  I'm not even sure I want to continue with this."  I turned to Vanessa and asked her "What do you think?  Has he had enough?"


"Fuck that," said Vanessa.  "He's in slave mode, right?  Let him gets what he deserves if he loses.  I only wish David were here to take his place."


Clearly, Vanessa was the wrong person to ask considering her mood concerning David's no-show.  Then Clarice chimed in with "Don't wuss out on me now.  We made a deal and I want to finish this off in style.  I've been waiting for years to introduce my flogger to Karl.  He's a big boy now.  Ask him if he wants to quit."


And so I did, and he said "No, your Highness, I'm going to beat her."  So against my better judgment, on we went to event number 4, the hand wrestling contest.  We did it with both contestants standing up and facing each other across a counter in the middle of our kitchen.  I doubt that Karl could have sat down at this point with his glowing, raw ass and the back of his legs on fire.  We agreed on the best two out of three, and they locked hands and wrists and waited for Vanessa to shout "GO!".


Round one lasted much longer than I expected, with both wrestlers pouring sweat as they struggled against each other.  Almost to my disbelief, Karl began to get the edge, and with a loud grunt he positively smashed Clarice's fist into the counter so hard that I thought he must have broken a bone in her hand.  Clarice let out a howl of pain, and screamed "You son of a bitch!" as she grabbed her right hand  and ran for the water faucet.  She turned on the cold water tap and let it run over her knuckles which were already swelling up.


"That's enough," I said.  "This contest is over.  Karl wins round four."


"No way," said Clarice.  "I've got another hand.  We'll do it left handed."  Well, Clarice has no idea that I have this blog, so I'll share a little secret with my readers.  Karl is ambidextrous.  Just as much strength in either arm.  Shame on me, but I was so pissed at the damage Clarice had already done to Karl that I didn't say a word.


"Fine, Clarice.  Have it your own way."  A quick glance at Karl revealed a slight smile that only I saw, and they lined up once again, left hands and wrists locked together.  This one only lasted a few seconds, and to Karl's credit he didn't smash her hand down this time.  Just slowly forced it to the counter as he looked Clarice in the eyes, and said out loud  "I win.  You lose.  Thank you Goddess Clarice".  (When discussing this with Karl several days later, I asked him why he was so confident that he would win the arm wrestling event.  He said that when they were doing the tug of war, he realized that Clarice's muscles did not represent true strength. "She trained for body sculpting and muscle toning, not strength, and it's a different thing completely.  I would have won the tug of war if I hadn't fallen over, so I knew I was really much stronger than she was."  Quite a clever little slave boy, if I do say so myself:)).


 I do believe that steam rose from Clarice's head, but she said nothing and reached for her purse.  I grabbed her hand and said "No, Clarice.  I don't want your money.  You're my guest and I just wanted to make your trip memorable.  You, me and Vanessa will leave Karl to clean up here, and we'll go out on the town.  Let's see if we can find some action on Christmas night.  Here's your other twenty dollars."


Then I turned to Karl and said "Well done, slave.  But you only managed to win half the contests.  We'll deal with your punishment later.  Maybe when we return I'll let Clarissa show you her flogging technique.  Or perhaps she'll settle for just having you lick the sweat from her body right now.  Which do you prefer, Clarice."


I'd finally gotten a smile out of her, and she said "Well, I'd prefer the flogging, but you said "maybe" and I know you'll wuss out again later, so let the licking begin.  No pussy, but Karl can start with my armpits and work his way down from there, ass included."


Karl did as directed, and that's the way the competition ended.  Merry Christmas Clarice!