I just had to share this with someone, and who better than all of you?
My Dom went BDSM shopping today to your basic hardware/farm supply type store. I didn't go with him, I actually didn't want to see what he bought although I had some idea, not that I feared it but I wanted it to be a surprise for me.
From what he tells me, he cornered a sales girl asking for soft rope. She asked what it was for, and he, always thinking on his feet, said it was for tying his dog out. She asked what kind of dog he had (he really has a small beagle), and since he wanted the rope thicker to avoid burns and visible marks, which wouldn't be cool in my profession, thinking again he said a German Shepard. She then ensued on a whole convo about dogs while doling out the rope of the thickness he decided on, continually asking him questions about this fictitious dog he has. So now, I guess I'm a 3 year old, 100# German Shepard. I wonder when I'll get the collar.
We then proceeded out to his cabin. He told me he had been shopping, and had picked up some "things"...I felt my heart skip a beat at that mention. A little fear, a little want, a little anticipation, a little hesitation. It's HOT as a blast furnace here this week, so when we got there we stripped down to our skivvies. Taking his pants off, he looked at his belt...soft black leather, about a 1 1/2 inche wide, gave me That Smile and set it on the table.
We had talked the other night about flogging, etc, and I told him I wanted to try it but I was a little scared of the pain, and I knew he was a little scared of inflicting it. So we agreed to go VERY slowly to find the limits of what we were both comfortable with, and made me promise I would safeword immediately if it was even the slightest bit too much.
Cutting to the chase because I often rival cym for wordiness (hey girl, it's a GOOD thing
, he asked if I was ready for the games to begin. Yes. He told me to close my eyes, and I did so...didn't even peek once. I heard him open the plastic bag, and then the blindfold was on. I felt that rush go through me instantly...you all know the one.
I knew he was looking at me even though I couldn't see him...I felt his eyes physically. Then he took my hands...twice around one wrist, twice around the other, then once around the middle and to the headboard. I pulled a little to see if he had really bound me or if he was just giving me the fantasy...and the rope didn't give a bit.
Everything was amplified...I could feel him near me and hear everything but I didn't know exactly what he was doing. He brushed his lips to mine but wouldn't kiss me...ordinarily he'd just have my wrists in his hands and if I struggled hard enough he'd let go. Again, the fantasy, not the "real deal". I twisted my hands and heard the ropes creak...a little harder and they got a little tighter. I was actually hoping for rope burns, but got none.
He turned me over onto my stomach and I lay there still for what seemed like forever and then I hear the CRACK!!! As loud as a gunshot in the little cabin and I knew he had picked up his belt. There was fear, but it wasn't pure fear. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to know what it was like. I knew he was watching me tense up, waiting for that first stroke. It was seconds or minutes until I got it, right on the back of the thighs. There was no pain. I heard it more than I felt it. There wasn't a bit of pain on impact, just a warm sting afterwards. He asked me "can you take more?" Yes. Swing harder. The crack was louder this time but still no pain...just more of a sting afterwards. "Harder?" Yes. "Are you sure?" Yes. The drawl was totally gone from his voice, not a trace of it left...he was REALLY into this. If I hadn't known no one else could possibly be in the room, I would have sworn it wasn't him. Harder this time. Still no pain but a burn that went all the way up my spine.
He reached his hand around to my pussy and felt it soaked. "Oh yeah, this is working...you like this don't you?" Yes. I fucking loved it. I expected it to hurt more than that. I'm not sure I wanted it to, but I wanted to experience what I had anticipated...even if it I found out that it wasn't something I really enjoyed. But it was a good experience. He told me later the last stroke was at about 3/4 strength, and this man is no weakling...I was surprised I could take that much.
I hope I've been a good dog (or would that be a bad dog) and I can see where that limit is. I know he has some other things in that bag...things he wouldn't let me yet see. I can't wait to see them...or feel them.
My Dom went BDSM shopping today to your basic hardware/farm supply type store. I didn't go with him, I actually didn't want to see what he bought although I had some idea, not that I feared it but I wanted it to be a surprise for me.
From what he tells me, he cornered a sales girl asking for soft rope. She asked what it was for, and he, always thinking on his feet, said it was for tying his dog out. She asked what kind of dog he had (he really has a small beagle), and since he wanted the rope thicker to avoid burns and visible marks, which wouldn't be cool in my profession, thinking again he said a German Shepard. She then ensued on a whole convo about dogs while doling out the rope of the thickness he decided on, continually asking him questions about this fictitious dog he has. So now, I guess I'm a 3 year old, 100# German Shepard. I wonder when I'll get the collar.
We then proceeded out to his cabin. He told me he had been shopping, and had picked up some "things"...I felt my heart skip a beat at that mention. A little fear, a little want, a little anticipation, a little hesitation. It's HOT as a blast furnace here this week, so when we got there we stripped down to our skivvies. Taking his pants off, he looked at his belt...soft black leather, about a 1 1/2 inche wide, gave me That Smile and set it on the table.
We had talked the other night about flogging, etc, and I told him I wanted to try it but I was a little scared of the pain, and I knew he was a little scared of inflicting it. So we agreed to go VERY slowly to find the limits of what we were both comfortable with, and made me promise I would safeword immediately if it was even the slightest bit too much.
Cutting to the chase because I often rival cym for wordiness (hey girl, it's a GOOD thing
, he asked if I was ready for the games to begin. Yes. He told me to close my eyes, and I did so...didn't even peek once. I heard him open the plastic bag, and then the blindfold was on. I felt that rush go through me instantly...you all know the one.I knew he was looking at me even though I couldn't see him...I felt his eyes physically. Then he took my hands...twice around one wrist, twice around the other, then once around the middle and to the headboard. I pulled a little to see if he had really bound me or if he was just giving me the fantasy...and the rope didn't give a bit.
Everything was amplified...I could feel him near me and hear everything but I didn't know exactly what he was doing. He brushed his lips to mine but wouldn't kiss me...ordinarily he'd just have my wrists in his hands and if I struggled hard enough he'd let go. Again, the fantasy, not the "real deal". I twisted my hands and heard the ropes creak...a little harder and they got a little tighter. I was actually hoping for rope burns, but got none.
He turned me over onto my stomach and I lay there still for what seemed like forever and then I hear the CRACK!!! As loud as a gunshot in the little cabin and I knew he had picked up his belt. There was fear, but it wasn't pure fear. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to know what it was like. I knew he was watching me tense up, waiting for that first stroke. It was seconds or minutes until I got it, right on the back of the thighs. There was no pain. I heard it more than I felt it. There wasn't a bit of pain on impact, just a warm sting afterwards. He asked me "can you take more?" Yes. Swing harder. The crack was louder this time but still no pain...just more of a sting afterwards. "Harder?" Yes. "Are you sure?" Yes. The drawl was totally gone from his voice, not a trace of it left...he was REALLY into this. If I hadn't known no one else could possibly be in the room, I would have sworn it wasn't him. Harder this time. Still no pain but a burn that went all the way up my spine.
He reached his hand around to my pussy and felt it soaked. "Oh yeah, this is working...you like this don't you?" Yes. I fucking loved it. I expected it to hurt more than that. I'm not sure I wanted it to, but I wanted to experience what I had anticipated...even if it I found out that it wasn't something I really enjoyed. But it was a good experience. He told me later the last stroke was at about 3/4 strength, and this man is no weakling...I was surprised I could take that much.
I hope I've been a good dog (or would that be a bad dog
) and I can see where that limit is. I know he has some other things in that bag...things he wouldn't let me yet see. I can't wait to see them...or feel them.
