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Ass Hook – The Scene

There was a lot more to the ass hook scene the other night at W’s, and, you know, being me I can’t just let it go with one image. So here is the rest of it, just for fun.

Let me set this up briefly by saying that I had had a really awful few days last week, after a particularly unpleasant conference call for my work. I hadn’t heard anything concrete yet from them about whether or not I’ll be offered something past June 30th (and still haven’t) but things were said on the call that led me to believe that I probably wouldn’t, and, (being me) I had read a lot into it that (I know now) probably wasn’t meant to be taken the way I did. But it was a blow, and I was a mess for two long, torturous days.

This scene happened the night of the second day.

As seems to be the way of things lately, I had to go over to the doghouse to dogsit right after the bad call. I stuck it out alone there for as long as I could, then finally asked W if I could come over for a visit. I even bought brand new pillows so I could have a snuggle and a cry in his bed. Alas, my plans were not to be: W had something better in mind. An ass hook, a pair of high heels, some rope and a newly-painted closet all awaited me.

I thought what I needed was to wallow in self-pity for a while. I was wrong. What I needed were the two hours in which my brain was shut off and I stopped thinking about anything but him and me and what we were doing.

And of course an ass hook, some rope and a pair of ridiculously high heels.

This is the asshook. This is me looking like an asshook salesgirl.

This is the ass hook. This is me looking like the Vanna white of ass hooks.

This is me lubing the asshook.

This is me lubing the ass hook.

What's that saying? "That girl could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch?"

What’s that saying? “That girl could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch?”

So of course W had to make it more interesting.

He pulled my hands up above my head.

He pulled my hands way up above my head.

And when I looked like I was still a little too comfortable...

And when I looked like I was still a little too comfortable…

And made sure I was up on my tippy-toes.

He made sure I was up on my tippy-toes…

So I had to dance between the discomfort in my feet and the discomfort up my ass.

So I had to dance between the discomfort in my feet and the discomfort up my ass.

Of course he gagged me.

And then, of course, he gagged me.

You know, just because.

after

3 Comments

  1. Dear Jade,
    As a maker of Good quality Asshooks , I thoroughly enjoyed the narrative and the pix and I was wondering if I could use those words on my Fetlife page
    (777-BlueDiamond ) and give you full credit on the piece. Thanks

    Warm Regards

    Rick
    Blue DiamondTrading Co

  2. A lovely series of photos, and somehow I can imagine this scene working just as well, if not better, than crying :)

    Rebel xox

  3. It’s always good to see posts you make, better still when they are sexy pics, and best of all when they include ass hooks!

    all the best to you and yours!
    Michael Samadhi

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