Bottoming

There is a profound difference to me in regards to bottoming, submitting and being enslaved. I have experienced all three in different levels. I prefer to bottom or submit only briefly.

I can not after my last scene say I never submit anymore. I submitted, after a long struggling fight, to his will. It made for some amazingly hot action, and I am not certain anyone else could have pulled it off with me. I will write more about this later, once my brain has had a chance to catch up with all the action that happened.

So back on subject of bottoming. To me and in my own personal experience, being a bottom means I will consent to have my body and mind used in a scene in a submitting role with no expectations beyond the scene. This means, no aftercare (I don't want or need it) no sex (again not necessary) and no relationship is needed. It means the scene is completely negotiated, it is an exchange of power only in that I am allowing the Top to give me painful stimulus. The exchange comes from playing with a pain slut who will beg for more. I submit to mingled pain and pleasure... sadists take delight.

I bottomed for the first time in months yesterday. I have been having back issues and I very much crave intense scenes that leave me with bruise and cuts that take a month to heal. I have not been able to do this for over 6 weeks. A friend convinced me to come for a flogging massage.

I arrived took off my shirt and bra and we discussed where I was hurting, and what to watch for. We talked about different stimuli and then started to scene.

I am a pain slut. I am standing there topless and he is flogging my back and it feels really good but my lumbar is starting to ache. I stop him and bend over and put my hands on the floor next to my feet. He can not resist the target and starts flogging my butt. I grab onto my ankles as he flogs me through my pants.

It felt really good and I could feel something starting to loosen. So he pulls out his spanking bench and I curl up on top of it, knees on the lower and elbows on the higher parts. Comfy, I start relaxing and his flogger beats a steady drumming on my shoulders. I feel euphoric and at peace drifting in and out of awareness.

I am being lulled, when he switches to a different flogger. This one stings. He hits my back a few times and I am whimpering and crying out to him to stop. He stops and I am up off the bench and pulling my pants off as fast as I can.

"I want it on my butt" I am back on the bench and sticking my ass out for that sting.

I had to yellow soon into it, as my butt hadn't been properly warmed up. He picked up the heavy thudding flogger and lay into my ass. It must have glowed a lovely shade of red by the time he finished.

I am relaxed again and breathing deep relaxing breaths as he picks up the stinging flogger and I am transported back to that sweet blissful place.

I don't know how long he flogged me but eventually I had to stop him as I was drifting towards sub-space and I knew I had a Topping scene later that day.

I stood up and he picked up the quirt.

I have on many occasions begged for this quirt. He began striking my breasts with it. I leaned into the blows and closed my eyes. Darkness crowds at the corners of my vision and I feel it welling within me. More, I need more, and more, and more, more. The thoughts echo and revolve and surround me.

I step back out of strike range and pull myself hard back to earth. I did not intend to fly in this scene.

The scene has ended at my request and I am panting as I dress and we go for lunch.

To me this is a good example of being a bottom. One that knows exactly what she wants and goes out to get precisely that.

Thank you, to my accommodating Top friend.