Another Bag In The Pile

— by Shokolada —

It was dark in here, really dark. My eyes were covered twice over and the lights would be off anyway – it’s rare these days to be swallowed up by that much black. Thankfully it didn’t smell bad in here… most of what I could smell was my own body, and that’s not unpleasant at all. All I could taste is the gag, and all I could feel is slick plastic: that, I felt everywhere. That, and nothing else. Very little to hear either, except some household utility mechanism doing its 24/7 thing. Honestly, the whole experience is usually pretty restful.

Suddenly I could hear muffled voices approaching, two of them and I knew Pam was up to her old tricks. Not a hell of a lot I could do about it at this point, though it would be interesting to see how this played out.

Abruptly, dim light filtered through the plastic over my face as the lid of the large bin in the utility room creaked open, and my girlfriend’s voice became suddenly clear from a dim shadow as she said, “Just toss the bags in there.” Three large plastic bags of dry trash landed among the others surrounding me, but the last one bounced off my stomach, and I grunted loudly.

“Holy crap, is there someone in there?” said another voice, almost certainly one of Pam’s ‘very close’ lady friends. “When you said you’d dumped your boyfriend, I thought that meant you’d gotten rid of him!”

“Well, I did! But if he’s very very good, I’ll take him back eventually. Took a hand truck to get his bagged butt into the bin, but I’ve had practice.”

“My god… it’s like he’s just another one of the bags of trash in there. How did you get him in that bag? How does he breathe?”

“Oh, he’s got a couple air holes. It’s a big 55-gallon contractor bag, after I tied him up and gagged him, I just slipped him cross-legged into it and zip-tied the top. The great thing is that I still had access to the remaining useful bits.” Pam shoved aside the bag that had been sitting on me, and began fondling my crotch through the plastic. She knew just how to touch me, and I moaned past the gag.

“Useful – you fuck him in there?” her friend asked, still amazed.

“Sure. Wanna see?”

“What, watch you fuck your dumped boyfriend in the trash bin?”

“No, silly.”

“Okay, wow.”

“I meant you should fuck him in there.”

“ARE YOU KID- Ummph.” I heard some wet sounds, and easily imagined Pam’s mouth lustily on her friend’s. Pam had boundaries, but that wasn’t one of them.

“C’mon, let me help get that off of you.”

“Oh gosh.” Now I heard clothes rustling. “I must be drunk or something. Did we have wine tonight that I don’t remember? ‘Cause I don’t remember both of us being naked on the plans for tonight.”

Hands tore a small hole over my stiffening dick and pulled it out of my plastic prison. “Wanna put this on there for me?” And then I felt a condom being rolled onto me.

“I gotta admit, that’s a nice cock…”

“He’s always biggest and hardest when I do this to him. Probably why he ends up dumped so often. Here, let me help you climb in…”

I heard and felt Pam’s friend bumping against the sides of the box, and then the rustle of the filled bags as she stepped among them. I felt her weight settle down on top of me, and the spike of incredible pleasure as her hand guided me in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she started riding me, her movements imitating her swearing. She felt incredibly good around me, but trapped as I was I could not fondle or guide her, only buck up against her. It seemed to take no time at all before the bin bumped and wiggled again as Pam joined us in it. “Hey – what are you up to now?”

“I’m not here to watch,” Pam said in a voice dripping with evil glee. “I’m here to play too.” And her fingers tore another hole, this one directly over my mouth. Through the hole, she worked the gag loose and under my chin, then before I could even consider words, covered the hole with her crotch. I wasn’t really thinking of complaining just then; instead my tongue immediately sought out all the spots I knew would thrill her.

One lady bounced on my crotch, while the other ground against my mouth. All I could do was wiggle against them, with my arms and legs useless and my body cocooned in shiny black. I knew I’d be sore tomorrow and didn’t give a moment’s damn as we all rocked and writhed in the middle of that glossy plastic pile, rustling and creaking, moaning and gasping. I sensed the shadow atop my head lean forward, and Pam’s friend sighed with what must have been attention from Pam’s talented fingers. I could hear more kissing sounds.

“This – is fucking – crazy,” Pam’s friend gasped. “I must be – fucking crazy! But I think I’m going to fucking come!”

Pam pressed harder against my face, making it very hard to get air around the plastic. “That’s what I want to hear! Put this bag of trash to good use!”

Pam’s friend leaned forward, grabbed the sides of my chest through the bag, and grunted loudly. On the last grunt, she clenched hard on my cock, triggering off my orgasm; I screamed into Pam’s pussy, which set her off as well. After we were all done moaning and shaking, both ladies dropped off of me into the pile, within cuddle reach of each other.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Pam’s friend said as she caught her breath. “I’m not complaining, mind you… but this is totally freaky.”

“Freaky’s the best,” Pam replied. “Besides, what better way to brag about my boyfriend’s cock?”

“Ha!” her friend said, then began extracting herself from the pile of black bags. “Well, either way, I need a shower, and my clothes. Oh – but what about him?”

“Oh! Thanks for reminding me,” Pam replied. She reached into the hole over my mouth, and slipped the gag back into place. I hadn’t managed to say a word yet. She climbed out, following her friend. “Gotta keep things nice and quiet in the trash.” The lid creaked shut, and once again it was dark, and quiet, and slick, and a bit sweatier.

Being dumped is awesome.

Steampunk and Pie

When I have some money lying around for a Steam videogame purchase or two, I may need to pick this up and try it. Really, it’s the music that’s selling this one. And pie!

Though on the other hand, I am a little sorry the trailer’s through Machinima.com, since thanks to them we may never see any more Freeman’s Mind聽(the story of what was really going through Gordon Freeman’s head while he broke the fabric of reality and fought headcrabs). Bleh.

Anyway, we’ll see if the game’s any good. It sure looks fun.

Secret Debauchery ticket sales!

One of my goals for this year is to talk up events I’ll be attending before the event, instead of after.

With that in mind, here’s some advance info on ticket prices for the next Debauchery event in North Carolina:

archeopotryx (Feb 8th-Feb 16th -or until they’re sold out-) $55
earlybird (Feb 17th-April 15th) $75
regular (April 16th-May 23rd) $95
procrastinator (May 24th-May 29th) $135

As in the past, they will not sell tickets day-of.

Now, if you have attended before, a little extinct bird tells me you might be able to log into their website and order your tickets a week before everyone else…

Cyber Monday 2012

I’ve had a lovely weekend full of the misuse of extra-large plastic trash bags, and I’m in an excellent mood, so why not celebrate Cyber Monday! For a limited time, there’s a sale on in the Pieworks Video Store, where you can buy one video and get one free! It’s the perfect time to fill in those gaps in your collection, wouldn’t you say? I’d jump on it 馃檪

A Little Indiscretion

Holy smoke, it has been a busy couple of months. I did messyplay and crossdressing classes for Black Rose and Debauchery in October and November – both of those events went incredibly well and I will have specific things to say about them soon. In the meantime let me just say that my audiences were great, and the venues both treated me super-well: they made it easy to do my best job for them!

But before that, we got up to a little something else since my last post. I’m afraid there’s been a bit of an “Indiscretion”…

Now, I always enjoy taking a pie as much as I love throwing one! And there have been many people over the years who’ve asked, “When are you going to have a guy get messy in one of your movies?” So, when I happened to mention this to Mistress Messi茅r, she wouldn’t rest until we’d shot a video where she got to trash me, and here’s the trailer! Of course you can pick up the full video on the PieWorks Video Store.

This was actually a serious shoot in some respects. I get email after email of men and women asking me, “How do I tell my partner that I’m into this?” I talk about it in my classes sometimes, but I’m often saddened by the amount of fetish fiction I see that has the partner reacting with anger and ridicule. So I wanted to tell that story with a slightly better spin – and who knows, maybe someone will use the video sometime as a way of telling their partner what they dream about when they masturbate 馃檪

Enjoy!

Girls with Slingshots

And now, I would like to take a moment and plug the excellent webcomic “Girls with Slingshots” by the charming Danielle Corsetto. I am doing this in part because I’ve enjoyed her work for years and wish to encourage people to support her strip, and in part because I accidentally got to have dinner with her at the freaking incredible Intervention con and am taking this opportunity to fanboy some more. (More about the convention soon – need sleep!)

Why I’m Pleased With FetFest

An object lesson on how wonderful it can be when things go wrong:

My messy dessert play class at FetFest had to be relocated to an area with easier access to running water and power. However, we were confused, and relocated to the wrong area. Once we found out, we relocated to the correct area, to discover that all the chairs and table had been removed previously, and there was no shelter from the rain which had just started.* When the FetFest folks found out about this, they did everything they could to quickly relocate us again to a tent behind the dining hall.

And did the audience and the bottoms complain? Not hardly. Everyone pitched in to help me move the gear, and to prepare the supplies. We started the class 30 minutes late, but my talk went well, my bottoms were awesome, and all the extra goop brought by last-minute bottoms and audience members made for a wonderfully out-of-hand participation session at the end!

I’ve been a stage and video actor for years, and this is the best reason that “The show must go on…” – because sometimes, it actually gets even better. Special thanks to Mme_Corbeau, stormygoddess, SissyChristina2, tattoo_fairy, Doc_bb, AlexanderMrSkunk, and everyone else who pitched in. I can’t wait until next year!

*Not the type of Wet-And-Messy play I intended to demonstrate!

Mars Curiosity special!

Because NASA and human ingenuity are both wonderful, and because we have a model named Kuriosity, you get the benefit!

Our聽latest video, “Dessert Glass” starring her is half-price ($5.00) for a limited time! Our lovely model and the Mars rover have a lot in common:

  • Both Curiosity and Kuriosity are finely engineered creations
  • Both had to be suspended from wires to complete their tasks
  • Both of them went someplace they’d never gone before
  • Both became covered in cream pies and cake batter… well, okay, it breaks down there.

If you’ve been waiting to pick this video up, now is your chance – but this price won’t last!

Strangely Obsessed With Tubs of Jelly

So, this is a song from a My Little Pony episode where three little girl ponies are trying to find their teacher a boyfriend.
My friend Maya says that she thought of me instantly when she saw the “tubs of jelly” pony – especially the *interesting* smile on his face 馃檪

Debauchery “Archeopteryx” pricing

So, I will be teaching at Debauchery this year. It’s an absolutely incredible weekend run by two amazing folks, who are letting me in on a little secret:

The registration price is $75 until October 9th – but for the few privileged folks reading these words, there are a very few “Archeopteryx” registrations available at $55. This price only lasts until the end of the month, or until the tickets are gone, whichever comes first!

The bad news? Last I heard, there were only 5 of those registrations left… so you may wish to move on this…

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Remember last year when 150 kinky folk from 10 states gathered in Greensboro, NC for a weekend of hot classes and hotter play called Debauchery?

Wanna do it again?

This year Debauchery is expanding to three days, adding four more class sessions (that means thirteen more classes), taking on some more ambitious playspace projects, and bringing in a whole new slew of presenters.

30+ classes over 3 days

age play 路 power tools 路 phone sex 路 sploshing 路 rope 路 humiliation 路 more!

2 nights of hot parties

club feel 路 suspension frames 路 cigar tent 路 messy space 路 medical area 路 age play room 路 your ideas!

and more鈥

try-it-out scouts 路 tea party 路 erotica show and tell 路 further ideas in the works!