Bruises

I play hard.

I Top pain loving and sensation loving bottoms who will play hours with me and I love every minute of it.

I bottom to some very sadistic Tops who wield pain like a mighty sword and carve my flesh into beautiful murals that are reflective of the intensity I like to play.

A photograph of the bruises from play that is 48 hours in the past is able to illustrate my masochistic nature.

So an explanation of the photo is somewhat important I think. I wouldn't want to leave to much to imagination! HAH!

The photo was taken by my Wulfie (thank you darling, you are always so accommodating!) I would like to point out that not all the bruises are yet visible as they are so deep they haven't all surfaced yet.

So to point out first the bruise on the top of my right buttock (along my hip etc) this bruise is from a flogger beating against my ass repeatedly. There is another bruise that is slowly forming on the other side in approximately the same spot.

The person who was flogging me for those bruises, tends to strike in an overhand motion thus striking the top of my butt and across my hip. The night of the scene my right side swelled quite large and was a shadowed purple, the bruise did not start surfacing until this morning.

The bruise that is directly in the centre of my left butt cheek is from my rubber flogger. I had just purchased it and was showing it off. There was a group of about four people sitting conversing while I showed it off. One of them was a very large black man. He handled the flogger lovingly and told me how nice it was.

Me being the girl I am asked him if he would do the honors as I had not yet had the delight of feeling it strike me.

He was happy to oblige.

I lined up at the rack again and he started gently striking the pre-reddened curve of my ass. This was my third scene of the night now and I was keyed up so very high I thought I might just touch the ceiling!

He asked how it felt and I moaned rubbed hips against the rack and saying it felt really good.

Then I called him on.

I have a good habit of asking for what I want and when I told him to hit me about four times harder with it he was more that willing to test it. His laughter was music to my ears.

He lined up and asked if I was ready. "YES"

The strike was hard and I rocked into the rack moaning and screaming at the same time. Delicious pain obliterating the world around me in a bright red blur.

He struck me again, again, and again. I was babbling a bit and whimpering. Then he really let loose.

I ran away from him and the rack and he looked amused as I danced around the room and wiggled and shook my body all over. The intensity was so high I thought I might die in pure painful bliss.

I came back to the rack and he joked that he could see why they tied me down.

I laughed back and told him, I might run away for a second to absorb the pain but I ALWAYS come back for more.

His laughter was low as he asked if I would like some more. I told him yes one more. Gasping as I braced myself.

He swatted at me lightly and I peeled laughter merrily. Oh I adore people who PLAY! We bantered back and forth joking about how he gave me one more.

I stomped my feet in mock frustration and called out loudly so the entire party could hear me. "Oh PLEASE PLEASE ONE MORE!"

He gave me one last stroke and I gasped and crouched low holding myself tight in the reverberations of the last strike and the pain it blessed me with.

Oh right I was explaining bruises (oops I lost myself there for a moment).

The remainder of the smaller bruises are from various impact implements ranging from fists, hands, paddles, canes, and straps.

Needless to say the evening was eventful... as usual!

The Homerun

I unzipped my bag and began laying out implements of torment.

He was standing and watching me as I unloaded item after item to lay on the floor beside him. His eyes were bright and eager, a curious look on several tools but he did not say no to even one of them.

I am thrilled of course.

We discuss his physical limitations and the only one he tells me of is his tendency to have his knees buckle after awhile. He is feeling strong otherwise.

I begin with a spanking. I spank hard and I know it, so I started off as light as I could and worked up to a good firm and fast slapping. His bum turned a nice bright red and I proceeded to slap his shoulders and his thighs. Warming him up and getting the blood flowing so that my strikes can be so much harder. I also know there is less of a tendency to leave long lasting marks on flesh that has been properly warmed.

I want to hurt him.

I pick up a small thin paddle first and begin slapping his bum and thighs and back, moving around and around him as I beat on nipples and the fronts and sides of his thighs. Paying special attention to his inner thighs. I know how wonderful it is to have pain zinging through those tender spots.

I am giggling and starting to dance as I next pick up my small flogger. This one has a slight sting to it and it work it over his bum in a sweeping side to side motion. Then attack his shoulders with it as well. The side to side sweeping motion gets the most reaction out of him and I increase the intensity by throwing all my body weight behind it. Harder and harder, he is crying out loudly and yelling.

I drop the flogger back and pick up my thin crop. This one stings and has a good bite to it. I run it over his bum and tease him with it, checking to see if his arms are tired, running my hands over his arms and legs. He feels strong and steady still. Mmmm and his body responds so nicely under my touch.

I move back to striking distance and commences the delicate procedure of whipping him with my crop. He is wailing rather loudly and I am grinning in delight as I whip his ass, then switch to his thighs. Moving around to the front I whip his nipples and tease along his ribcage with the tip.

His clear gaze is glittering as though he is burning up from the inside out. I am very pleased with his behavior so far. I reward him by stepping close and rubbing my body against his. He kisses me and I smile at how tender and submissive he is.

Sexy man.

I pull away and circle back around to beat on his butt some more. My crop strikes drawing yells from him. I do not hush him, this scene is all about limits, finding them and edging around them. He is not tied and he is not gagged.

I strip my skirt and shirt off as I am getting way to hot. Standing in just my bra and panties I survey him and the tools I have selected. My scene is officially warmed up.

I grab the bag of clothespins and sit on the floor in front of him, applying the wooden clamps to his nipples in a line of four, clamping first the outside area and lastly the tender nipple. I clip them to the inside of his thighs so he can not close them and then I start clipping them the the underside of his cock and along his ball seam.

I am giggling again as I tug on some of them and rise to my feet before him. He is moaning and looking spacey. I step behind him and pick up my heavy flogger. The strikes from this flogger are very firm and thuddy, I make no mistakes in hitting him in swift sure strokes. Bum and back in strong steady movements. Harder than ever I strike at him feeling the drag of the flogger as the falls first slam into his skin and then sweep across it. Smooth skin is met by a roughish suede flogger that almost scrapes as the falls slide.

He is yelling again and incoherent words seem mixed in with the shouts. I drop the flogger and cross around in front of him, his eyes following my every move. I slide a hand down his back and bum as I press close to his side. Tugging gently and flicking at the clothespins. I am under the impression he doesn't wear them often by his gasps and the startled expression in his eyes.

I pick up my quirt and begin lashing him with it, bright red strips appearing and standing out from the solid red that is covering his bum. The quirt is one of my favorite toys with its long whippy fall. Flicking it at him as I circle around and strike at his thighs and gently on his belly. The clips are on the way of his nipples so I focus on his thighs and get wider and wider in my lashing. He suddenly calls out in a big string "OWthathitmycock." I merely smile and continue with the lashing. He had commented earlier on another persons scene about the fact she was talking in sentences that had no spaces between words, to which I had replied, I bet I can make you do that! Win. I set my crop aside/

I pull off the first pin I put on and his gasp is pure music to me. I begin pulling them off randomly. Tugging on some for a minute before yanking them off hard. Others I pinch and slowly release. They are all off of his thighs now and I grin up at him as he gives me a dazed floaty look. I grab the row of pegs on his left nipple and without any further ceremony yank the entire row off in a hard pull. His head flys back and his body arches. He is yelling and moaning. I am laughing at his predicament. I know he wants more! I grab the other row and yank pulling all but the one on his nipple off (accidentally it didn't come off) I laugh and poke the clip. Asking him if he would like me to take it off. He gives me a confused look. I love that look in a painsluts eyes. the one that says, "OH pleeease hurt me, it feels so GOOD" such a conflicting emotion to crave the pain.

"Yes Mistress" Is his response and I laugh my evil chuckle. Poking it again and saying I will leave it on, "Just because you asked me to take it off." He groans and I start pulling the clamps off his cock and balls. He is squirming and wiggling. I pull one clip off his penis and his comment is "Oooo might want to check that one for skin!" I laugh and pull the rest off, paying close attention to his reactions. He has very much enjoyed this portion of play.

The clothespins are all removed and I pinch and squeeze his nipples, rubbing where clips were on his cock and balls. He is doing the dance now and the noises are quite comical. Eeks and acks and little squeals.

I step close and instruct him to kiss my cleavage while my fingernails dig into his bum, squeezing and gripping his ass as he whimpers and kisses me with his soft lips. MMM delicious.

His knees are beginning to quiver so I grab a bench and have him kneel on it. His bum is now an even more perfect target as he is bent over, I spank him hard with my bare hands which makes him kneel up and shout out.

I pull away and pick up my cane, attacking his ass and thighs, he is giving short shouts as I strike him and I walk in front of him and use the cane to beat on his nipples. I love beating flesh that has been recently clamped as the blood flow makes everything hyper sensitive. My taps to his nipples are impossible for him to ignore. I pause long enough to grip his nipples in my fingers, clamping them in a vice like grip and twisting. I reach behind him and spank him again and again with my bare hand. Commenting on how my hands elicit more of a response than the cane does. Laughing and circling back around to strike at him again with my cane.

I use my flogger on him again briefly, reversing it in my hand and striking at him with the leather encase handle. It makes and effective bat and I know I can leave nasty bruises if I work hard on it.

I am mindful now of how long we have been playing (well over an hour and half) I know I need to bring him to the pinnacle, push him over and then float him back down.

I pick up "The Attention Getter" this is a thin metal cable encased in plastic sheathing much like what people use for locking up bikes. I walk over and tap him lightly with it, I am very careful with this toy as it is extremely intense. Slowly I increase the strength behind the blows until he is yelling as loud as I have ever heard.

He comments on how it feels like it is splitting his skin open. I tell him that it is the most intense toy I have and that I only know one other person that can take it's blows. I have him kneel up and I strike his nipples and his thighs with it. This toy is one of my favorites but it requires a lot of attention and a very discerning touch.

I set the toy down after giving him a brief snuggle and allowing him to nuzzle in my cleavage. He is getting deeper into sub space and he seems very pliable.

I pick up my bat.

I can not help but allow a maniacal giggle to escape me as I take a swing at his butt. That gets him going, he nearly falls off the bench as I reach out to steady the teetering platform. He apologizes and I laugh and tell him I am going for a homerun.

I use a two handed grip and swing into him while I laugh and sing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame"

WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP

My bat is the pivot point to the scene and he is literally falling over as each blow strikes him and the impact drives him forward.

I grab a coarse rubber brush with dull ends and rub it over his bum and back slowly. I have him kneel up and rub it over his nipples and his belly. Switching to a rather evil glove I have that has sharp and long plastic tread on the palm. I use it to rub and scratch all over his body. He is groaning and rocking back and forth on the bench. I spank him with this vampire type glove and watch him wiggle and squirm and yell. I am gripping his butt cheek in my gloved hand and squeezing. He is getting woozy and starting to become very fluid.

I remove the glove and put on my claws. They are sharpened steel fingertips claws. This man craves being scratched and he is finally getting what he desires. As I attack his back and butt and growl and roar, telling him I am a tiger! GROWL, SNARL ROAR! He is groaning as I bust out into giggles. Telling him to kneel up, he grasps the rack above his head and I scratch up and down his belly. Pausing I scratch over each nipple slowly, then demand he holds still! I grasp his nipple in my claws and start squeezing. He is shaking his head and his whole body is trembling as I tell him not to move or he will lose a nipple. Then what would I torture? I squeeze his other nipple in my claws and listen to the yowls and whimpers another moment before releasing him.

I remove my claws and pick up the wartenburg wheel. He saw me set it out earlier but he is not expecting it as I approach him from behind.


I zip the wheel down his back and over his sensitive bum. He is whimpering and gasping his eyes and mouth open wide in surprise. I roll the wheel over his back at varying speeds and intensities, working my way to the front and running the wheel over his chest. I tease him and make me beg for it on his nipples. My laughter surrounding us as he whimpers and begs for the wheel on his nipples. I move lower and run the wheel over his pelvis and tease his cock and balls with it. He is gasping and moaning in his delight.

I stop the turning of the wheel and attack him with it dragging the points across him and using them to scratch hard across his skin. Next I alternate, sometimes allowing the wheel to spin freely and others trapping it with my fingers so it will roll and then drag.

I have him lay forward on the bench again and grab my fuzzy mitt rubbing and massaging him gently as I bring him back down. After a few minutes of allowing him to catch his breath I lead him over to a chair and make him sit. I straddle him so he can feel my moist panties against his lap, tangling my fingers in his hair and teasing him before finally kissing the corner of his mouth.

I watch him as I clean up from our scene, before finally taking him upstairs for a drink.

What fun! Definitely need more time for the next round.

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.

Glittering Star

This is for a certain star that wandered my way one day and was kind enough to shed his glittering light into a darkness I was feeling. Thank you, I hope you always know how much I appreciate your friendship.

We had met previously at several very public events, munches mostly. I knew his reputation definitely preceeded him and that he was highly respected. He knew I had not scened in a year and a half, I was nervous, and I was in nearly dire need of pain stimulus. I had a chaperone accompany me to his place to scene, she was someone I trusted (and still do explicitly).


We negotiated, I expressed my concerns as I had not scened in so very long. My thoughts were that I would top out quickly and that my pain tolerance would be very low. We looked over his floggers, he asked my preferences, a pair of new vampire gloves he had made became part of the scene. Wartenburg wheel which was one of my favorites. A few crops, I declined needles, and declined on the canes.


We were ready and I still had my clothing on... he looked at me expectantly, I shivered, this was all so new after being a slave. I disrobed, thinking that I better move it before he decides he doesn't want to play.


His spanking bench was set up in the middle of the room and I turned and bent over it. I could feel his hands slide over my skin, I was warm but felt so cold inside. Fear was cresting like waves inside me, beating against the inside of my skin. I gripped the bench and he started to spank me with his bare hands. I was fairly silent, and very still, absorbing the pain and allowing it the resonate inside me like nearly forgotten music. My skin felt warm and tingly and I could feel myself beginning to reach into his swing. Asking for more, craving everything he could give me.


I felt the leather falls carress over my ass, he trailed them up and down my back. I trembled in anticipation. I had told him I wanted thud, and I knew he was about to give it to me. Shifting my weight slightly I bent forward and rested on my elbows. The strokes began.


Hard, slow beats of the flogger against my ass.. I was enchanted with the rhythm, with the way he varied the tempo and intensity. I relaxed and let go of my fear and opened myself up to the glorious sensations. I was drifting, the thud, THUD of his flogger lulling me. Trance like I move back so I am resting on my hands, and he begins beating my back. It is unlike anything I have felt before, I am perfectly still and I must be nearly silent, I am internalizing all of this pain and feeling his energy flow down through the falls of the flogger and into me. It is a slow burn that grows in it's intensity as he thuds harder and harder into me.


He switched to a bunny fur flogger, rubbing it over my reddened and swollen skin. I am rocking my hips and swaying and moaning softly. The cool fur feels so good against my back and bum. Then I feel a WHUMP as he hits me with it, still soft but with a definite thud. I like this and say green, he hits me with it several more times and I feel the tension start leaving my body. I start shedding the last of the restraints that were left from Master.


His heavy flogger is back in his hands and he is striking me harder and faster. I am gasping and arching my back, wanting more.. oh please I need so much more. He is talented with his flogger and I feel like a puppet on a string. It is good we negotiated before hand, and good I brought a chaperone. I am utterly defenseless against his assault, and I have no desire for anything but the continuing fall of those wicked thumping leather strips against my sensitive skin.


He trades the flogger back to the bunny flogger, rubbing me with it as he asks if I am ok, I respond yes and nod. He asks if I want to continue and I say yes. I hear his soft chuckle and the bunny is removed from my burning hot skin.


He replaces it with a crop. This is cruel I think and tears smart as I squirm a bit and lean forward on my elbows to hold myself still. His crop is between my legs and swatting my inner thighs, it is to much and I call "YELLOW" He stops immediately. His hand is on the small of my back, he has dropped the crop. He brushes the hair out of my face and looks in my eyes. I am panting, "please not there, please not the crop inside my thighs" His response is OK. His hands are rubbing my flaming skin. He gives me a few minutes to gather myself and I take several deep breathes and nod my head that I am ready to continue.


He picks up the crop and taps me on my butt with it a few times, assuring himself and me that I am ok. Then he starts making welts on my ass and the back of my thighs. I am crying out with every strike now and the pain is sudden and sharp, orgasmic in its release. I am flying higher than ever and I am still feeling his control over the entire scene. Confident now that my needs will be respected I shudder as I release all the pent up fear and soften into a deep submissive state.


His flogger is back again, has he switched to a heavier one? It feels like an even deeper thud and I am utterly mindless as his attack on my back and bottom continues.


He flogged and cropped and spanked me for over two and a half hours on my back. Then he wrapped me in a blanket and had me sit on the spanking bench and sip water. I relaxed and drifted and felt my attention wander for a moment.. the water felt so nice and cool trickling down my throat, my ass and back were on fire and it felt like maybe the water was pouring down the inside of me when it should be on the outside.


That was when he picked up the wartenburg wheel. I set the empty glass aside as he approached me with a sly smile on his face. "Didn't you say that you liked this little toy." Mute with eager anticipation I let the blanket fall open at my chest and lean back thrusting my breasts towards him. He responds by rolling the wheel across my nipple and I gasp and close my eyes. Delicious sharp edge of pain, so cruel and so very neccessary to my being. I soak it up as he drags the pointy wheel over my boobs, poking in a pattern only he can discern. I am shuddering and gasping and begging him with every cell in my body for more.


He is laughing at my response and I can do nothing to hide it. I am defenseless again and vulnerable, and I feel infinitly safe. He stops and puts on a vampire glove. I am shaking uncontrollably in desire. He starts by gripping my shoulder in that wicked grasp, points digging into my skin. I am transported to another place, and this begins my love of vampire gloves.


The next hour is spent scratching and poking and tormenting my breasts, tummy, tops of my thighs, and all my front bits. The wheel, the gloves, and a crop that is expertly wielded.


The scene slows and ends, I sit wrapped in the blanket and he is kneeling in front of me and I am hugging him. I am so glad I followed my instincts and allowed this scene to take place.


Blissed out I slowly dress and then sit on the couch between him and my chaperone. Warmth and comfort surrounds me, I am pleasantly achy and stretch my legs out, flexing different muscles as I slowly drift back to earth. The room is filled with soft conversation and I am lulled.

Just a small note, this was likely the longest scene I have personally bottomed in and I still had marks 3 weeks later. I enjoyed every moment, even when I yellowed I enjoyed the response, and that I was confident to continue the scene.