So, we rarely switch anymore.
Like almost never.
But last night,
Sir asked and
I enjoyed!
(actually, I hope we both did)
I had a thought about the experience,
I think I learned something…
Sir is NOT a masochist - at all.
While he wouldn't mind a nice
flogging or spanking,
He would not want something
hard or intensely painful.
I, however
have serious sadistic tendencies.
While switching, I
have to make sure to remind myself
to be a kind and sweet Top
because that isn't what comes naturally
(naturally I would frequently want to
do what I love being done to me.)
When not switching,
I am a masochist!
I love it hard and intense!
This morning, Sir put me on my knees
and in my place and
before work I had a wonderful hard spanking.
After that, Sir put my hand on his rock hard cock,
reminding me how grateful I am that
though he doesn't like things to be rough for himself,
but he enjoys being a sadist with me!
I am grateful!
Showing posts with label Masochist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Masochist. Show all posts
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Spring Beating (Processing)
So After my Spring Beating (the past three posts 1, 2 & 3),
I wanted to explore something that was different during that night.
My Sir...my Dom...was more sadistic than he has ever been. He struck with a force that he has NEVER given. He struck places on my body he's never struck, he struck me to hurt, seriously hurt. He took me to the edge and pushed right past several of my boundaries, maybe quite a bit past.
I was terrified about many things including:
I wanted to explore something that was different during that night.
My Sir...my Dom...was more sadistic than he has ever been. He struck with a force that he has NEVER given. He struck places on my body he's never struck, he struck me to hurt, seriously hurt. He took me to the edge and pushed right past several of my boundaries, maybe quite a bit past.
I was terrified about many things including:
- Having my clit, directly hit
- Having my nipples hit with a direct concentrated blow
(with something other than a hand or flogger) - Having orgasms pulled out of me after I was really sure I could go not have another
- Having an ultimatum to have an orgasm in a given time period
He was so much more, "in the zone" than he has EVER been.
He took such pleasure, such exquisite pleasure in my pain.
He was enjoying himself.
I could see it in his eyes, and hear it in his voice.
He was sure of himself and loving what he was doing.
Oh My God, it was such an amazing turn on!
I loved his sadism.
I loved my masochism.
I had many moments when I though of safe wording...
something I have never, like seriously NEVER, thought about doing before.
In our over twenty years of playing, I've NEVER come this close to using my safe word.
He confidently walked a fine line and it was HOT.
He Saw, He Conquered, and He Came!
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Spring Beating (Part 2)
(continued from Part 1)
I have had a wonderful spanking with bamboo and Sir's belt. I am .... panting and content and feeling floaty lovely.
He stops with the bamboo and begins with the crop. He's hitting my ass and my thighs. It's strategic, and definitely impactful :)
He continues with the same pattern as before. He does a series of softer strikes and then a series of harder, with increasing intensity. I love the crop.
He switches back to the bamboo...my rubbing...my soothing. He completes a set of bamboo and quickly switches back to the crop. Only this time he starts out fairly hard and increases to REALLY FUCKING HARD. I can hear it move through the air before it hits. I can hear the music of the crop, them melody of the crop.
I'm sure he's making marks intentionally. When he's done, I'm rolling from side to side trying desperately to stay on my stomach and not flip over. It's so intense a sting.
I have had a wonderful spanking with bamboo and Sir's belt. I am .... panting and content and feeling floaty lovely.
He stops with the bamboo and begins with the crop. He's hitting my ass and my thighs. It's strategic, and definitely impactful :)
He continues with the same pattern as before. He does a series of softer strikes and then a series of harder, with increasing intensity. I love the crop.
He switches back to the bamboo...my rubbing...my soothing. He completes a set of bamboo and quickly switches back to the crop. Only this time he starts out fairly hard and increases to REALLY FUCKING HARD. I can hear it move through the air before it hits. I can hear the music of the crop, them melody of the crop.
I'm sure he's making marks intentionally. When he's done, I'm rolling from side to side trying desperately to stay on my stomach and not flip over. It's so intense a sting.
"Breath, fiona. I'm going to give you a break and then when you're ready, turn over."
HOLY SHIT, when I'm ready for what? I had a thrill run through me. I was excited, terrified, nervous, strung out, exhausted, exhilarated, still hyperventilating...OMG.
I have absolutely NO concept as to how much time passed before I awkwardly turned over. My head was swimming and I was less than graceful. Nothing sexier than an ungraceful sub, huh? Oh well.
He lets me lay on my back for a bit and then he begins to position me. He tells me to put my hands on the rungs of the foot board. He opens my legs to they are spread eagled. He rubs the crop all over my body, over my thighs, over my pussy, over my belly, up my ribs, around my nipples.
It's hot. I'm so turned on ... ok, well that's a serious understatement. He raises goose bumps all over my body.
He's not really cropped the front half of my body before. He's flogged and spanked, but not cropped. He starts slow. I don't know if he's apprehensive and investigating how I react, or if he can sense my apprehension. I don't know and I don't care, I'm grateful for his slow start.
He strikes my thighs and strikes my mons. He's starting with another pattern but it's so intense I can't identify it. I'm a numbers sub, so my brain is pretty fucking shorted if I can't identify a pattern.
He then rubs the crop over my nipples and I wonder if he's really going to hit them with a crop. I'm torn...between desperate desire for him to crop them and terror that he actually will.
His first strike comes and I take my hands down for just a second...enough to grab the pillow and cover my face. He crops and once again increases intensity. I scream. My nipple is so hard and so sensitive and so, oh delicious. Instead of his hand which covers my tits when he slaps them, it's strategic strikes. He's hitting my all over my breast and then targets my nipple.
It's, I'm, it's, it feels, I'm just, Ahhhhhhhhh. There's fire and pleasure and sting, and my pussy is clenching and I'm screaming and I, oh my, and I, and.....
HOLY SHIT, when I'm ready for what? I had a thrill run through me. I was excited, terrified, nervous, strung out, exhausted, exhilarated, still hyperventilating...OMG.
I have absolutely NO concept as to how much time passed before I awkwardly turned over. My head was swimming and I was less than graceful. Nothing sexier than an ungraceful sub, huh? Oh well.
He lets me lay on my back for a bit and then he begins to position me. He tells me to put my hands on the rungs of the foot board. He opens my legs to they are spread eagled. He rubs the crop all over my body, over my thighs, over my pussy, over my belly, up my ribs, around my nipples.
It's hot. I'm so turned on ... ok, well that's a serious understatement. He raises goose bumps all over my body.
He's not really cropped the front half of my body before. He's flogged and spanked, but not cropped. He starts slow. I don't know if he's apprehensive and investigating how I react, or if he can sense my apprehension. I don't know and I don't care, I'm grateful for his slow start.
He strikes my thighs and strikes my mons. He's starting with another pattern but it's so intense I can't identify it. I'm a numbers sub, so my brain is pretty fucking shorted if I can't identify a pattern.
He then rubs the crop over my nipples and I wonder if he's really going to hit them with a crop. I'm torn...between desperate desire for him to crop them and terror that he actually will.
His first strike comes and I take my hands down for just a second...enough to grab the pillow and cover my face. He crops and once again increases intensity. I scream. My nipple is so hard and so sensitive and so, oh delicious. Instead of his hand which covers my tits when he slaps them, it's strategic strikes. He's hitting my all over my breast and then targets my nipple.
It's, I'm, it's, it feels, I'm just, Ahhhhhhhhh. There's fire and pleasure and sting, and my pussy is clenching and I'm screaming and I, oh my, and I, and.....
Monday, January 21, 2013
Acknowledgement
"You're just so cute," he says
Hrmph. When he says that, it makes me feel like a school girl. I know it's not necessarily how he means it, but that's how it comes across. That it's silly or it's somehow childish. I was saying something to him that wasn't meant to be cute...it was just a statement.
"You hate it when I say that."
"Yes."
"I think that's why I like saying it so much."
"You ARE a sadist."
"Only for the past year or so. But you like me being this way. That's why I like it so much."
**blushes**
oh he knows me so well.
You know those moments, when he vocalizes that he is enjoying being the way he is. When he acknowledges being a sadist or me being a masochist...weather in an extreme way or in an extremely minor way, like this example above, it is so meaningful to me. He loves me the way I am. He enjoys being the way he's being. Reassurance. Realization. Acknowledgement. Satisfaction. Contentment.
Hrmph. When he says that, it makes me feel like a school girl. I know it's not necessarily how he means it, but that's how it comes across. That it's silly or it's somehow childish. I was saying something to him that wasn't meant to be cute...it was just a statement.
"You hate it when I say that."
"Yes."
"I think that's why I like saying it so much."
"You ARE a sadist."
"Only for the past year or so. But you like me being this way. That's why I like it so much."
**blushes**
oh he knows me so well.
You know those moments, when he vocalizes that he is enjoying being the way he is. When he acknowledges being a sadist or me being a masochist...weather in an extreme way or in an extremely minor way, like this example above, it is so meaningful to me. He loves me the way I am. He enjoys being the way he's being. Reassurance. Realization. Acknowledgement. Satisfaction. Contentment.
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