Hoppy Easter: The Day I Painted His Easter Eggs

I was sifting through some old photos and I came across a few that I took two years ago around Easter at my (old) Cambridge location - which I no longer have. This was a particularly fun day because I decided to pull out some black lights, black light paint, a blindfold and glow-in-the-dark butt plugs to see where the adventure would take us. I also wanted to dress up and wear a maid’s outfit and make him wear one of my handpicked, glow-in-the-dark outfits that fit him perfectly despite his tall and stocky stature.

When I showed him the outfit, he asked “how the hell am I going to get into this outfit?” It looked tiny but had a lot of stretch. “I think this is the only way to make it fit me” he said while tying it around his cock. I asked him if I could take a quick video and he agreed. We were dying of laughter.

Next he was instructed to wear it properly. He was shocked that he was successful. Things aren’t always as they seem.

I had my toys laid out on the bed for him, inviting him to lay right in the middle. I handed him the blindfold to keep him guessing as to what would happen next. Can you spot the plastic Easter egg on the bed?

I put on my white thigh high boots and sat between his legs. I put my foot ontop of him and he wrapped his legs around my leg to feel closer to me. With his permission, snapped a few photos.

I wanted to see if my white toe nails showed up under the black light so I removed my white boots and pushed my foot right into his perineum, taking another photo at the same time.

Next I shot another photo with the paintbrushes on my lap before using them to light brush across his inner thighs, up towards his cock, down his balls towards his ass. I covered him in more cocks to display my weapons of choice.

I could tell I was working him up, as I also made him hold his load all that week. So I decided to paint his “Easter eggs” blue to externalize this sexual tension built up. We both laughed and he loved the feeling of the cold paint brushed across his balls.

His breathing was shallow, laboured and he was squirming with sexual frustration, his senses heightened with every touch and tickle.

We had a voyeur join us shortly after. I excused myself to let him in while I instructed my glow-in-the-dark submissive to stay put, keeping his blindfold on.

I always play my self-made playlist through my phone and I wanted to show the voyeur a video of me spanking my submissive before I had him wear my clothes. Forgetting that the volume would play through the speakers, the loud sound of my paddle hitting his backside rang loudly throughout the whole condo. “Whoops” I thought. I hope I didn’t startle my submissive.

When I lead the voyeur in the room, the submissive was hard as a rock and said, “holy crap! The sensation of being blindfolded, left in the other room and hearing you punish me all over again did something to me!” I think it brought back a lot of racey thoughts from earlier when I had him bent over on my pegging table. That was so hot.

I handed my camera to the voyeur to record my submissive’s climax with his consent. I took his frosted glow-in-the-dark cock and brushed it over him, moving towards his ass. “Oh God” the submissive said. He was ready to be penetrated and I think he was extra worked up from being watched and the auditory stimulation of his spanking.

I slowly slid the frosted cock (displayed above) inside of him and the submissive moved his body towards mine because he wanted it all at once. I didn’t even have to open him up. I used my foot to keep the cock inside of him which he rode on the cock. I used both of my hands to slowly stroke him with the glow-in-the-dark nuru gel. The voyeur was watching intently, recording every stroke waiting for the submissive to explode. He was getting closer and closer, ready to cum until….

The camera died.

The orgasm was one the most intense ones up to this point and only us three were there to witness it. But that’s okay - it is cemented in our minds and now shared through this blog.

How do I remember this experience so intently? I write down my memories so I don’t forget every detail. The blogs will keep coming I assure you.

Sex doesn’t always have to be penetrative. It could be sensory deprivation, it could be psychological anticipation, it could be incorporating humour and innuendo, it could be auditory stimulation, or it could even be painting Easter eggs.

Hoppy Easter everyone 🥚 🎨