I wake up with a soft kiss on my cheek. James is next to me lying on the floor. First I see his beautiful face, then I realise we are in the cage. Together. He unties my handcuffs, removes the spreader bar, gets us in the spoon position and hugs me tight from behind. I feel his warmth, his strong arms around me. So safe, so loved, so protected. We stay like that for a long time. Not talking. Just enjoying the belonging.
Then he kisses my neck.. and whispers into my ear.
“Today I’m going to caress you… Caress you with nettles. It will burn and itch and sting .. and it will be sensational”
He loves to describe what he will do to me, exactly, before he does it. To build up the anticipation. Create the fear. My heart races already. I remember the chili oil. I wonder what nettles feel like. Is it worse? Can anything be worse? I am scared. I am excited.
“Come on. Let’s have a nice breakfast first. Then I’ll run us a bath.”
I meet him in the living room where he has already prepared a full brunch with eggs, crepes, fruits, toast, sausages and everything. He’s playing a mood elevating jazz. It’s the perfect morning.
After the breakfast he we go inside the bath tub in the master bedroom.
He sits at the back and I sit between his legs, leaning my back on his chest. It feels wonderful. I feel his hardness on my ass. I am so turned on by this. I am always so turned on by feeling his hardness touching me. I want him so badly. I close my eyes and resist the temptation to beg him to fuck me hard now and make me cum again and again. As I am sitting between his legs hypnotised by his hardness, he starts rubbing my clit. It feels a bit different under the warm water. It feels as good as ever. With what he has been doing to me for the last 5 days, I edge instantly. He doesn’t stop.
“This morning has been so tender, so nice. Maybe he will let me cum now” I think to myself.
“I am soo close.. May I cum?”
“No, of course not.”
Despite that, he keeps rubbing.
“If you cum, there will be severe consequences. I will beat you with the cane on the ass for real. And I will do it just to give you pain. It won’t be playful. It won’t be fun. It will be just to hurt you. A lot. I will be very disappointed with you. So disappointed that I will stop playing. You can do whatever you want for the rest of our vacation. If you want that, cum. What do you want?”
He keeps rubbing my deprived clit. It feels heaven and I want to cum so badly. But I am so very afraid of the cane. And more afraid of him to abandon his plan for us for the coming days. I want to experience it all. Push myself. Endure the desire. He is rubbing my clit in circles. I am so close.
“Please don’t make me cum. Please do not end this. Please stop playing with my clit.. I will cum.”
So he slows down, and stops.
“Very good.” He whispers into my ear. “Good girl.”
When his fingers abandon me I feel utter frustration. Wanting to cum more than ever and making myself to beg him not to make me cum is a mind fuck.
He gets out of the tub and dries himself. I am still in the tub, sitting in water. He points his hardness towards my mouth. It is so beautifully hard. The pink head, the veins.. such a sight. I take it into my mouth as if I take it into my cunt. I lick his hardness and suck it so eagerly, as if he is licking my pussy. I am trying to get all the satisfaction my pussy can not get, from his cock in my mouth.
He is very close, he makes me stop. I feel empty as he withdraws himself away.
“I will cum on your face, on your eyes”
This feels so dirty and humiliating. Yet strangely, hot.
He strokes himself a few times and empties his load indeed on my face and my closed eyes, with a loud groan.
“Ahh yess this feels soo gooood.”
My denial. His release. Deliciously conflicting.
When we are both dry and lying on the bed together, me with such a strong ache in my pussy, him having cum and satisfied… he tells me:
“I will caress you with the nettles at 6 o’clock. It is now 2:13. Three hours and forty seven minutes later.”
I know he is doing this to create anticipation. It is working.
Until then…
He makes me edge myself with my vibrator on the bed and watches… again and again and again..
“Two hours and fifty minutes later. I will caress you with nettles.”
He makes me watch porn. I am not allowed to touch myself, but I am required to stroke him slowly and constantly. I am to keep him hard, but not make him cum. When the videos finish.. “Two hours and 4 minutes until the nettles…”
He sets the timer for an hour and orders me to edge twenty times before the alarm goes off. I am to count after each edge. I succeed.
“1 hour left…” My heart races. Each time he tells me the time remaining to nettles.
He lies on top of the bed and makes me impale myself on his hardness and fuck him. Until he cums inside me. And I don’t.
“Only 10 minutes later” He whispers in my ear.
I am full of anticipation. Desire. Fear. Curiosity. I am dripping.
“I will tie you down so you can not escape the caresses”
So he takes me to the guest bedroom, on the new iron bondage bed. Tells me to lie on my back, ties me spread eagle to the hooks. Places a long spreader bar on my ankles to ensure my legs stay open and my pussy accessible. Places a cushion under my ass. And takes pictures.
“Before and after photos..” he says, grinning.
After taking pictures of my tied naked body, he disappears for a minute and comes back with a bouquet of nettles.
“They are fresh and cool. I’ve ordered them to the flowerist specially and kept them in the fridge since the morning” Says proudly.
Then he takes the bouquet in his hand. Brings them over my face for me too see it close. To fear them more. I think he might touch my face with them… luckily he doesn’t.
He takes them to my breasts. Then slowly touches my right nipple with the tip of the nettle bouquet. Slowly moves it in circles. Just touching the nipple. I start to feel it. The sting starts to register after a short while. It’s not white unbearable pain.. rather a tingling sting.. a strong sensation.. starts to burn as he keeps caressing. My pussy is dripping wet I can feel. He then starts the same caresses on my left nipple. It stings deliciously.
He takes pictures of my breasts. “Look. The skin started to react. Beautifully.” I look at my nipples there’s small bubbly rednesses on them. They feel quite sore.
Then he reaches out for something on the table. Of course… nipple clamps. For my sore nipples. “No you are not…” I say. Knowing yes he will. “Yes, I will” he says. And places the clamps on sore nipples. One by one. It hurts so good. The desire and ache on my pussy is so strong. I am frightened what he will do next. But I am also looking forward to it. Looking forward to the stimulation. Any sensation.. On my core.
He doesn’t wait too long.
He climbs on the bed and sits before my spread legs. Dangles the bouquet very close to my pussy. Shakes it to make me hear the sshhasshing sound the leaves make. Then he moves it down. Right down on my pussy. With the entire bouquet. My pussy lips. My swollen clit. The area around my dripping opening. The leaves touch them all as he caresses me with the bouquet. The stinging starts to register. It turns into an itch. It turns into a burn. It turns into a frustration. He keeps caressing. He opens my pussy lips with one hand and exposes my clit more. He caresses.. and caresses. The sensation is so strong. I am lost in it. Before I know it, I am cumming!
He realises the spasm. Moves the nettles away immediately. Opens my lips wide to angle out my clit. Up in the air. Clenching against nothing. Spasms weaken and disappear. The orgasm that hit me without warning is ruined. Gone.
My need is not.
I scream. Not coherent words. No swearing. No complaining. As loud as I can. With all the air in my lungs. With all the frustration built up inside me.
Today, I’ll be taking a look at a staple of Irish medieval cuisine: the humble nettle soup. Late spring and early Summer is the ideal time to make this dish, as the nettle leaves used here won’t have matured fully, and retain a soft, lighter texture than older woodier leaves. Plus they won’t sting your hands as badly as mature nettles. Plenty of Irish families have their own takes on this recipe, and this is influenced by my family’s take on the tradition!
In any case, let’s now take a look at The World That Was! Follow along with my YouTube video, above!
Ingredients 2-3 cups nettle leaves 1 onion, minced 2-3 cloves garlic (or two bulbs of wild garlic, minced) chives (for decoration) butter ½ cup milk/double cream 500ml water or stock salt pepper
Method
1 - Chop and cook the Garlic and Onion
To begin with, we need to peel and chop a whole onion, before tossing this into a pot with some melted butter. You can of course use oil, but dairy products was (and still is) a major part of Irish culinary traditions - so try and use Irish butter here if you can.
In any case, let your onion sauté away for a couple of minutes until it turns translucent and fragrant. When it hits this point, toss in a couple of cloves of crushed garlic - or some wild garlic if you have any!
2 - Deal with the Nettles Next, ball up some nettles and chop it roughly with a knife. Be careful, as the leaves and stems of this plant has stinging fibres (which will get denatured and broken down when it’s cooking).
Nettles act like spinach when you’re cooking them, so have about 2-3 times more than what you think you’ll need on hand. Add your chopped nettles into the pot, and let them cook down before adding the rest!
3 - Cook Soup When all of your nettle leaves have cooked down, pour in 500ml of soup stock (or water) into the pot. Then, toss in about a half a cup of whole milk, or double cream if you have it. Mix this together gently, before putting this onto a high heat. Bring it to a rolling boil, before turning it down to low until it simmers. Let the whole thing simmer away for about an hour.
Serve up hot in a small bowl, garnish with some chives or seasonal herbs, and dig in!
The finished soup is very light and flavourful, but quite filling for what it is! It’s another variation on a medieval pottage, with ingredients that could have been easily foraged in the spring and summer. As it can be made with only a few ingredients, it could have formed the basis of more complex dishes - such as the addition of more vegetables, or meat products.
Given how little the dish has changed from antiquity to modernity, it’s likely that the basics of this soup go back to pre-historic Irish culinary traditions.
Restless hands while walking? Why not work on your #cordage making skills? See, nettles are your friend sometimes… #nettles #bushcraft #bushcraftskills #survival #survivalskills #hiking #naturalcrafts
I thought it could be useful in spells and knot magic !
In the Celtic tradition, nettles are great to ward off spirits when worn, protect your home and may also boost your sexual performances if placed under the mattress.
