Stick Man

Last night at the Lounge there was a man wandering around with thin sticks that were bound together at one end and splaying out into sweeping fans.

I was cuddling on a bed with two of my very favorite people and watching him wander around with sticks in hand.

I kneeled up on the bed and leaned towards him as he walked by.

"Excuse me, I don't think we have met before." I held out my hand and told him my name, he told me his and my hand was firmly gripped in his, the tiny bones of my hand cupped graciously in his much larger and stronger embrace.

I felt an all to familiar stirring.

"Can you use those sticks to beat breasts?" I boldly ask him. I am still kneeling on the bed over top of the girl I was snuggling with.

"Yes, would you like to try it."

I was off the bed in a flash and my feet were following the path he set out before us. He offered the gyno table as a place to conduct our impromptu scene. I grabbed my towel and hopped up as he grabbed his toy bag and set up beside me.

I sat up as we discussed limits, I consented to the sticks and him touching me and to him kissing me. I warned him that I laugh a lot and get rather maniacal. He understood and expressed that this was not beyond his experience.

I settled back and we began.

The sticks started off rather gently, their stattaco beats nearly lulling me with the steady tempo. I moaned gently and arched my back, delightful sensations as my breasts begin to swell and my nipples harden.

I was aroused when I began and soon I am dripping, glad the towel is beneath me. I had scened earlier and had my butt completely walloped by a very dear friend who loves beating on my ass. The welts were rubbing and my bum was extremely hot.

The strikes come harder now and I squirm and wiggle, sparkles of sub space drawing me in. I laugh as he hits me harder.

The sticks are now striking my tummy and my thighs, I close my legs, my fear of inner thigh torture winning out. He strikes the tops of my legs and the exhilaration of the scene hits me full force.

His strikes are on my tit flesh again and I am cast adrift, ecstasy is a wave crashing over me. I cum. My body tensing as I curl up around myself. Not in protection of the bits he is tormenting, but in my attempt to embrace and prolong the sweet rapture.

He sets them aside and is holding me, shushing me and kissing me. I kiss him back hard, eager, thirsty for more. He feels this desperation to continue in me and eases me back against the table.

Thicker bundles of sticks in his hands as his attacks on my tender, willing flesh continue.

I am squealing and laughing in long drawn out gasps. It is amazing to balance on this high pinnacle of pain and feel every cell of my body respond by converting it to pleasure. The endorphins flooding and cascading as I gasp and reel, senseless. He is biting at my neck and shoulders, the contrast between hard bites and the sharp slapping stings from his percussion tools, serves to set me into flight.

The white light has overtaken me and my body has become a beautiful instrument of joyous bliss.

He is rubbing cool rabbit fur over me gently, I am kissing his lips, my hand caressing the smooth skin of the back of his head and neck. Clinging to him as he holds me tight, I feel so frail in his strong embrace. I murmur my thanks to him as he gently brings me back to earth and sets me on my unsteady feet.

He is kind enough to escort me to a couch where I sit and chat, more than a bit dazzled, I have no idea how coherent I was. He brought me water and a handful of grapes which I gratefully accepted. We talk briefly about how we can get in touch and where we can be found.

Sweet surrender to a man bearing sticks. It is so awesome when I can let go and allow myself to experience bottoming to a new person and new experience.

What a great way to meet new friends!

Great Flaming Pussy Lips

I have a thing for fire. It is a rather tentative thing and when I heard that the play space I adore attending was having a fire play workshop I decided I simply must attend.

I arrived with my date and we took our seats, many familiar friendly faces already waiting for the man with the torches to begin.

The workshop was soon underway and we were taught about, flame, torches, flammable materials and safety. Being fire play is inherently risky, safety was discussed thoroughly and the importance of knowing your space and all the objects and materials around you. What can catch fire and what can put it out.

The teacher was very adept and he showed us various torches and told us how he made them. He told us about the various disadvantages and advantages to each type.

Then a stunt bottom was stripping down to start the demo.

I became very excited watching her as the flames danced around and caressed her willing body.

He demo'd various different aspects of the play and different ways to play with the fire.

When he was finished he asked if anyone else was interested in experiencing the flame.

My hand shot into the air.

Laughter was had by all as there were three of us that had all responded with the same hand in the air, waving, "PICK ME PLEASE" looks on our faces.

He picked me to go first, I stripped naked in under thirty seconds and leaped up onto the table.

He asked my date if he would like a try and he just as eagerly accepted.

My first taste of fire was from my lover running a torch over my naked skin.

Tantalizing.

Must have more was all that flashed through my mind.

The fire master had taken the small torch back from him and began playing with me.

I lay as still as I could while he slowly heated my skin with the fire. Blowing into his torches the flames danced across my skin and I felt as if I was a damsel being singed by a great fire breathing dragon.

Next he was rubbing an alcohol dipped torch across my skin and lighting it. The flame burned hot and bright along the path he chose. I squirmed and squealed, the heat intensifying and I felt the familiar dazzle of sub space beginning.

A taunting voice from the crowd (someone who knows how much of a masochist I am) "Can you light labia on fire?"

The Dom asks my consent which I readily give. His torch is rubbing alcohol and lighting my lips on fire. Blazing heat radiates down and I feel the fire inside me now, my desire a raging bonfire, lit by the torches that dance over me.

He grins down at me. "Can you use fire play on labia?"

"Yes!" I gasp out my response loudly, thrilled and aroused. I hear laughter and giggle in response.

He grabs a spray bottle of flammable liquid and starts igniting fireballs over my belly. The edges scorching at my tender flesh.

I am giggling and gasping, eyes wide open and starting amazed as the bright balls of fire do no harm to me. The flaring clouds are making me squirm and my feet are wiggling, I tell myself to just hold still!

He has lit the finger of a Kevlar glove and is tracing the hot tip over my breasts and my nipples. The heat is outrageous and and I am mesmerized by the glowing fire surrounding his hand.

He asks me to turn over, and I am quick to comply.

I feel the alcohol being dabbed onto my butt cheeks, and bursts of heat as he sets it alight. His hands are slapping my bum as he smothers the flames. He is laughing and telling our audience that this is a good example of another reason to love fire play. His humor is not lost on anyone as he lights my other cheek on fire and the slaps it out.

I am blissed and my hips are rocking into the bed beneath me. He traces some fire over my back, finishing up the scene with me.

I jump up off the table after and hug him in thanks, definitely grateful for his fiery attentions.

Great flaming pussy lips, I MUST do this again!

Trapped Between Pleasure and Pain

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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.

Blindfolded

This is a story I wrote about a year ago and published on a social BDSM site, I resubmit it here as it is a good piece and speaks to one of my interests very well.


“Do you trust me?” He has asked me this question a few times in the last month that we have been playing. And as slow as it is for me to learn trust, he has always paid attention to my limits and needs. Dangling from his hand is a blindfold; do I trust him that much?




“Yes Sir” I smile nervously up at him and feel my tummy flipping repeatedly. I wonder briefly if others at the party are watching this exchange. I am rather helpless at the moment tied firmly to this chair. I flex and shift a bit testing the ropes, no I can’t get out, only wiggle a bit from side to side.



“Good” he laughs (oh no! I think) as he slips the blindfold over my eyes. Sightless now I strain to hear him, the music is loud I can feel the vibrations in my feet, my legs are tied open and I am naked. The vibrations are coming up from the floor into the chair. I squirm a bit nervous, excited, and wondering.



I feel his breath on my shoulder and gasp as a clip is put on my right nipple, quickly followed by a clip on the left. They are tugged, gently at first and then hard. I feel the chain between them tugging at them as I groan.



I feel his breath on my thigh oh my god! What is he doing! I hold tense as I feel his fingers on my bald lips, his fingers rubbing over my clit. “Oh no please!” I cry out as I feel the clip clenching tight to my clit. It pulls suddenly and waves of pleasure mixed with pain course through me, I struggle against my bonds and realize that the clips are all connected and when I move they all tighten.



Now I hear his evil laugh, oh I must be a sight!



Gasping and trying not to move at all, I hear a zipper opening near my ear. Oh what is that! I can feel his warmth beside me and catch a sweet scent of perfume, is someone else helping him? Then suddenly a sharp cut across my breast. “EEEEEE” I cry out and struggle the clips pulling tight. Crying out again as I feel the pressure increase on my clit and nipples “Oh please no Sir!” I can’t help but struggle and feel the ropes biting into my skin. (How delicious) oh what is he doing it feels like a razor blade cutting me. Now I feel the light cutting down my tummy towards my lips. Struggling to hold still and biting my lip hard to keep from screaming.



The softest touch on my cheek a feel like a rose petal mm what is that? Turning my head to it and feeling the cut lower, now on my labia, senses reeling so lost between the two sensations. Floating now in painful ecstasy, I feel those soft touches undoing the clips and I scream, as the blood flows back into my nipples and clit. And I feel the sharp point pricking each nipple, I gasp right on the edge. Waves of pure pleasure wash over me as the sharp tip pricks my clit. I tense and shake hard calling out “Sir please!”



I drift for a moment and come back to feel the ropes being loosened, I am still sightless and a straw is pressed to my lips I drink greedily, murmuring my thanks. My hands are free and I slide my fingertips over my tummy to feel the cuts.. I feel only smooth skin. I pull off the blindfold to see him kneeling in front of me and chuckling as he unties my legs. There are only faint red lines on my skin, not even a scratch. If he had a helper she (it smelled like a woman) has withdrawn.





“OOO you are evil” I joke with him and he just laughs and tosses the ropes to the floor to wrap me in a warm hug. My body is still shaking and he caresses me softly, I kiss him, grateful and amazed that I am not mortally wounded. “What was that?” my curiosity getting the best of me. He laughs and points to a small zipper pouch and a glittering wartenburg wheel laying half inside it. “There now girl did you think I would hurt you permanently?”



I can only smile at him and offer to help him clean up, hoping we will play more later!