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  • DGG #9: Shibaricon 2013 pt 2

    The second installment of my fun over Memorial Day weekend.
    Cigars, the Cabaret, and my sternum, oh my…

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  • Sternum

    It all started Saturday night…


    “Move your hands. Move your fucking hands.”
    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
    “I’m going to punch you in your chest. Twice. If your hands get in the way, I will punch you more. If you take the two punches, that will be it for your sternum. Can you do that? Or do you want me to keep punching your sternum?”
    “I can. I can do it.”
    “Okay.”

    I held his other arm. The one not going to punch me. The one resting on my chest. He reared back. Landed his blow. I sobbed, and prepared again.

    “One more.”

    He reared back. Struck harder. I sobbed harder.

    “Good girl. Such a good girl.”


    Then came Sunday morning…

    “Go ahead and partner up if you want to practice this.”

    I looked back at him. A few head nods later and I was on my back as he hovered over me. Scott went over how you would initially look for signs of injury in someone. The head. The spine. The chest.

    As I laid there, I remembered FrozenMeursault already knew this stuff. It was a part of his job. As Scott continued to talk, my partner sat beside me, not taking any notes. Instead, he got comfortable, leaning his elbow onto my sternum and resting his head in his hand. I started to screeched.

    “Sh, we’re in class.”


    And then there was after lunch…

    Dragon needed a partner for two classes. I wanted to be in rope. And he’d tied me before. So I volunteered to be his rope bottom.

    Our first class was Newaza to Fly. I found my happy place in his ropes. Our second class was Thinking Rope. Dragon worked on breaking down his TK and figuring out all the ways to make his tie better.

    Once, during a slight lull in the class, he remembered where I’d been attacked the night before. And that morning. And now, by him. He fashioned a different TK, with shoulder straps that crossed right over my sternum. The fit was tight. It hurt like a bitch. He smiled.

    But wait; there’s more…

    At the end of Thinking Rope, people gravitated either out of the class or towards WykdDave & Clover.

    Rough happened to look back on me as I was chatting about my day.

    “People keep attacking my sternum. Every time I mention that I was hurt or show off my bruises, my friends, who are Sadists… Want. To. Hurt. Me. Why did I open my mouth?”

    I saw the look in his eyes. The devilish glee. He crept towards me. I knew what was about to happen.

    “Shit.”

    One hand went to my hair. The other formed a fist. Went for my chest. Burried his knuckles into my sternum. I wiggled. I tried to get away. I screamed.

    “Why are you screaming,” he whispered into my ear. “We are in class.”
    “I couldn’t help it. My lizard brain kicked in.”
    “We are humans. You can overcome your lizard brain. Be a big girl and not scream.”

    He dug his hand in again. I didn’t wriggled this time. I took his pain. My muscles convulsed. My mouth stretched open. My eyes pursed shut. But I didn’t scream.

    “Now that’s a big girl.”

    I heard the evil grin in his voice.


    Not done yet…

    “How are you doing?”
    “I can’t tell you because you’ll hurt me.”

    I was walking from class. It wasn’t five minutes later. I was going to meet up with people for pizza. I thought I was safe.

    But then, somehow, Gray and Spicey were in front of me. And Gray asked that question. And I can’t lie to him.

    They both stopped. My arms instinctively crossed in front of my chest.

    “Everytime I tell people about how my sternum keeps getting targeted, they all hurt me.”

    I whimpered my explanation. I’m sure it was like evil candy to his sadistic ears.

    “Put your arms down,” said Gray. I did.

    “Open your jacket.” I parted the fabric. My chest was on full display.

    I saw his hand come close. I prepared for the blow. I flinched as he only slightly tapped my sternum.

    “What’s been happening to her?” asked Spicey.
    “People have been giving her sternal rubs.”
    “Where’s the sternum?”
    “This. See this. Right here.”
    “That?”
    “Yes, that. That is the sternum. That right there.”

    They both jammed their fingers into the center of my chest. I whimpered through my pain.

    Spicey’s anatomy lesson done, we headed upstairs.

    “My friends keep hurting me.”
    “You know, if you didn’t say anything, it wouldn’t happen.”
    “I can’t help it. It’s in my nature.”


    Yup, again…

    I sat on the couch, waiting for people to show up for pizza. Nomad sat beside me. I was happy she was there.

    “I keep getting hurt. People keep attacking my chest. It’s been, like, six people now.”

    I looked to my right.

    “Shit. Ava. I forgot. You’re a switch.”

    I saw the look in her eye. Knew what was in store for me.

    She scooted closer. Pushed her fingers into my sternum.

    It was the lobby. There is no play in the lobby. My face contorted. My body shook. But I didn’t scream.

    “If you’ll let me make you shiver and shake like that, I’ll fuck you.”


    My chest was given a reprieve for the evening, but not for the rest of my visit…

    It was time to go. The Closing Ceremony had ended. Rope given away. Money donated to charity. Time for the goodbyes.

    I spoke to Dov, who I’d barely seen during my weekend. I started bragging about my bruises. After he said he wouldn’t hurt me.

    I showed him my thighs. My arms. And then, my sternum.

    “You have no idea how hard it is for me to not hurt you right now. Just give me one.”
    “Oh, okay. Since you asked.”

    I braced myself. He held his hand flat, parrallel to my chest. He bent his middle finger. Readying the knuckle. He swung back. Then forward. Connecting in the center of my chest.

    “And, because it’s the sternum, I don’t have to hit you again for symmertry.”

    Thankfully.


    And now, the last…

    Our gradual exit from the ballroom crept like a snail up a tree.

    Rough looked at me. And remembered. And stuck out his pinky finger.

    “Oh god.”
    “It’s just my pinky.”
    “Yes, but your pinky is mighty.”

    He came in close. Leaned forward. Drove his nail into my chest. Twisted one way. Then the other.

    I scrunched my face. Splayed open my mouth. But again, I didn’t scream.

    “Good girl,” he said, putting his digital weapon away.

    He hugged me bye, one of many that afternoon.

    I took a picture of my chest the morning after I got home. The bruise, because I proved that yes you can get a bruise on your sternum, looked kind of like a heart. Sweet, and fitting, for my Shibaricon adventure.

  • With Breakfast

    “I’ve only seen this shit in porn.” – AV

    I woke up Sunday morning knowing I had to pack, so of course I didn’t want to get up. But I did anyway. I folded my clothes, stripped my bed, and tucked everything away.

    With my bags piled up by the cabin door, I slipped on a pair of tight black khakis and my black Vans and stepped outside. Like the last two days, most of the Rope Village community was huddled around under our pop up canopies. I took a seat and chatted.

    During the conversation, AV asked me how my FetFest had been. I said pretty good, but since I was leaving I would not get to experience her rather large black strap-on dildo. She granted me a rain check.

    I also bemoaned not getting fisted. I was to be a fisting demo bottom on Saturday night, but the top for the event fell ill. (Another rain check earned.) Seeing as I was about to go, AV decided to give me a send off.

    “Poetic, would you like a fisting with your eggs?”

    After finishing my breakfast (thank you again, Roxy) the needed supplies were gathered: a chuck, my personal lube, gloves, and a battery operated Hitachi.

    I laid my chuck on the carpet in the middle of the chairs, the better for everyone to get a good view. I stripped down my sparse clothing and took my place in the center. AV and a beautiful girl sat by my crotch.

    Rope Village was blessed with two supplies in ready order: rope and Hitachis. With a portable battery pack to supply power for the wired sex toys, both AV and the beautiful girl got themselves off before getting me off.

    As they settled in, AV began to warm me up. The idea of the two of them double fisting me came up. I wondered how they would manage this. The technical details were far from my mind, however, after we began.

    I intentionally did not ask if I needed permission to cum. With only a few of AV’s finger in me, my ecstasy began. With AV’s full hand inside me, the beautiful girl then applied the battery operated Hitachi. I tried to move my hips to get the positioning right before finally taking up the toy in my own hands.

    As AV continued to pound her hand inside me, the beautiful girl played with my nipples.  Both ladies still rode their own Hitachis, as well. 

    Wave after wave of orgasms washed over me. I felt so full of AV’s hand. In a moment of clarity, I realized it was because more than one hand was in me.  I rose my hips up, trying to hump her hands as she pounded into me. Pleasure mixed with pain. I couldn’t stop screaming and crying out her name.

    When finally she slipped out her hands, I was exhausted. I sat up and kissed both AV and the beautiful girl, thanking them for their care and attention. It was them I remembered a fun moment during our scene.

    Obviously, with us playing in the middle of the circle, many people watched. I believe I heard the snapping of a camera. However, someone pointed out an important fact: this was Rope Village; where was the rope?

    Tossing in one small coil, it splayed out on my chest. I think my gyrations must have moved it because later a second length of rope took its place. With my scene complete, I picked up the small length, asking to whom it belonged. Hammer had been its owner. He then gifted the rope to me.

    So now in my Hello Kitty bag lives a small length of rope, a token of my time at FetFest staying with and being loved by my rope family.