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“I used my Dremel tool to cut a real sweet quarter inch bevelled groove in my skull, front to back and slotted my head into the custom brackets with a solid push. I was in there tighter than a countersunk finishing nail in cherry, would’ve taken, actually did take, half a can of 3-in-1 and good shot of WD-40 to get me out of there. I reached up and twisted the cork out of my trepan hole and fixed the hose on good and tight. I turned the spigot real easy up to about two o’clock just to check the seal and she was tight, a little too tight maybe but measure twice, cut once, you can always make a hole a little bigger easier than you can make it a little smaller. It was close enough I’d just have to bleed off some of the air out of my cranium before I gave it any serious PSIs or I’d stroke out. Already had my ankles wrapped up tight in one and a half inch sheep-shanks off the back of the Scotch guarded calf leather leg straps, couple of loops of hammock lashing under my ass for support, all I had to do was zip my mask shut and lock my wrist in place when I heard the door. Until then, I needed at least one hand to smoke and crack beers. Not like she’d be home any time soon, but I wanted to get used to the thing before we got into any real playing, right?
Funny too, cause this kind of thing is way outta character for me. I’m pretty vanilla when push comes to shove, you know? I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy; good at fucking, not too creative. Couple straps, collars, and cods, maybe a butt-plug, the odd hot-lunch or dirty Sanchez but no serious humiliation, you know? Straight up tie me up smack my ass, wiggle wiggle, yelp, tickle, eats shoots, and leaves. So she says to me, hey, you got a room full of tools, why don’t you put that thick skull of yours to good use and build us a harness? Well that’s one challenge there’s no way I’m backing off of! Trouble is, I just can’t go “good enough” you know? I get rippin into a piece of lumber or some nice, relaxing welds and it’s fucking game over. You ask me for a bird-house, I’ll give you the Tweety Taj Mahal, you know? All she asked me for was a harness, maybe a swing; this was going to blow her fucking mind. Probably clean mine off pretty good too...literally! Heh.”
Date Written: May 19, 2005
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