Rope

For almost two years now I have not willing submitted to any scenes involving rope. I am rather impatient person, after all. Having to stay still while a rope enthusiast tied me up was just something I wasn't interested in at all.

When a man who is known in the community for his amazing rope work approached me to negotiate a scene I admit I hesitated.

I didn't wait to long though. I selected the rack to be tied to and left the rest to him. We have played before and I knew I could trust him to bind me and beat me to the exquisite golden glow of sub space.

I crossed the room to stand in front of the rack. I am dressed in purple fishnets, a waist cincher, black lace panties and a black fishnet dress. Black satin gloves encase my hands to my mid forearm.

Two more people I know and trust jumped into the scene as well, "warming me up" they declared while he worked on tying me.

My wrists and ankles cuffed, as they put clothespins on my tits and then swatted them off with a cane and a nasty piece of neoprene shaped into a thin strap.

I am now facing the rack and they are swatting my ass alternately with strap and cane. I am screaming at them in wild obscenities. They continue taunting me and telling me that swearing and name calling is not a safeword. I laugh and toss my hair at them dramatically.

There is no sense of decorum and no dignity in this scene! I am completely at their mercy and I am now struggling wildly against my bonds. Tied by wrists and ankles in a spread eagled position. All the defense I have is to twist and plunge my body back and forth on the equipment.

Not effective.

Especially once the rope master realized I required more rope to be securely bound. He tied me into a chest harness while my tormentors slipped under the rack and tortured my tits.

I was screaming with laughter by now and the sadistic giggles were erupting from my friends as the rope slipped between my thighs and I found myself humping and grinding into the binds.

One grabbed a vibrator and started rubbing it all over my labia and all over that damned rope. I squirmed and gasped and moaned.

Now they ramped up the pain. Beating me mercilessly with floggers and canes and crops. The harness was now fixed to the rack. I thrash against it and the knowledge I am truly helpless overcomes me. I struggle harder feeling the ropes biting into my tender flesh.

DELICIOUS!

I was gasping and giggling and cumming all over that blessed rope. Moaning and flying way off into sub-space.

Amazing, gasping and groaning. The man bearing rope has now taken over the scene and is hitting me with heavy strokes from his flogger.

Cumming and feeling my juices soak my panties and drip down my thighs.

The scene continues for some while. The pain and pleasure rushing over and through me in intense fiery waves. His hands tangle in my hair and I press back into him. He is giving me exactly what I want, more and more pain, pushing me ever higher.

I am gasping for air now. Breathless and hot. He senses that I have reached a limit. Stopping to check on me. I am at the edge of my endurance for bondage and express this to him.

Quickly he has released me and turned me so I am in his arms. He holds me tight as I gasp in air and relax in his embrace.

Our scene is over, he leads me to a sofa and I sit there, trembling and recovering. Minorly senseless and majorly ramped up I cast around for the pain slut I have brought with me.

Spotting him I tell my rope loving friend I need to ask him to tie a bottom up for me. He agrees and off he goes to re prep the scene space while I drink water and recover. I am floating back down and my sadistic side is coming to the surface.

I eye up the man in the collar.

He is next...

To be continued...

On His Lap

I have a very dear friend who I have been playing with for around two years now. He is very gifted at bringing me to dizzying heights when we play.

At the last Surrey Munch I sat for sometime in his lap.

We spoke of many things, he and I.

Of how he will hurt me. He will make music out of the sweet, blissful agony he will cause me to experience. I will stay still enough for it all, no ties need bind me to this end, it is my darkest desire. I will beg and perhaps at times taunt him in order to ask, even demand a higher pinnacle to be reached.

The ways in which he torments me never fail to astonish me. My responses to him are primal.

I will cherish each moment.

I go to him, in need. He knows, and he fulfills it.

Merry Go Round

I had a dream last night that I was flying.

My hands were bound out to the sides, and my legs were bound far apart. There is a small binding of rope around my waist that is attached the the frame on either side.

I was tied to a large square that had no middle. The one side had been attached to a round metal pole by several circular clasps.

I felt a push and started slowly circling around the pole. I try to look at my captors but I am already spinning to quickly and the faces are blurring.

I hear the crop hit me before I feel it. Gasping as I twirl around the pole completely helpless.
The crop keeps randomly finding targets, striking nipples, bum, back and mound. I am squealing and laughing, but am so off balance I can not struggle.

They spin me a little faster, again I feel the crop but now there is more. A tawse is smacking hard into my ass cheeks and I am reduced to whimpering and begging. I hear laughter from the people encircling me.

Now it gets harder as a strap has joined the crop and tawse, the strikes are coming faster as they have spread out around me. I am starting to scream every time I know I am getting near that cursed strap. The person wielding it recognizes it and starts circling with me giving me hard swats on my ass the entire time I am circling. The only pauses are when the crop or tawse strike.

I am gasping and pulling hard against my bonds, when the quirt joins in. I groan and my mind swirls away in the dizzy bliss of being spun and the joy of the strikes that come from the quirt.
My breasts are swollen and heavy, engorged in the passion of pain.

The strap has moved to the front and is slapping against my mound randomly. I am laughing wildly as I spin around feeling the quirt striking my ass.

At once I am stopped dead. A blindfold is tied around my eyes and darkness descends. Then they begin spinning me the other way. I am rotating backwards now and each strike to my ass is harder.

Sharp gasp as I feel something sting across my side. And again! Down the middle of my tummy a sharp cut sensation. Then along the underside of my arm. I am screaming and babbling and begging them not to cut me to shreds. The cuts are random against my thighs.

Stinging blows of sharp points against my ass. I am crying behind my blindfold and begging them to let me go. The torment continues and I feel cold hard steel against my swollen mound. My labia are parted and cold steel touches my clit.

I scream as I orgasm and feel my wet juices soaking my thighs, hearing low chuckles around me.

And then I am spinning, I can hear only the sound of the pivoting and feel a cool breeze against my skin.

Warm hands are caressing me, the twirling has stopped and I am being unbound. Weakened and helpless I am held and carried to a bed where I am laid down and the warm hands continue the gentle stroking.

Their hands are untying the blindfold..

I awaken.

Heavy Bottom

I have attempted to explain the level of pain I enjoy by describing myself as a pain slut or heavy bottom. A picture is worth a thousand words.

On Saturday I scened at a local club with an old friend who I freqently refer to as Daddy and a newer friend who I invited into our scene as he wanted to learn flogging.

I had an excellent time, at one point calling out "GREEN GREEN" over and over, and at others giggling madly, screaming, moaning and begging for more. I had to yellow twice for positioning issues which we amended quickly. The scene was cut short when in my thrashing and wiggling and dancing (I rarely consent to bondage) I hit my lip on the cross and it pulled me slightly out of sync. Concern for a bruise on my face distracted me to the point where the next strikes were intense and pushed me over the top. I would have scened longer and harder otherwise.

I have no concept of time in scenes I do not know how long we played. I know that at the end I was flying, and having two Dominant men Top me was both intense and erotic. I was thrilled with the attention and did my best to behave myself and not Top from the bottom or dance away to much. The sensations through out the play were amazing, at the end one cleaned up the equipment and the other cuddled me in a blanket.

Bottoming makes me restless, it was not long before I was up and moving, dressing and wiping down equipment. I stumbled around a lot and decided not to put the four inch heels back on. I do not require a large amount of aftercare and I wandered around the club and socialized. Giving and receiving hugs, a few people commenting on my scene. I laughed and flirted. Showing off my marks to a few people.

I have taken pictures today (two full days after) I believe the bruises are nearly fully coloured. I have been trying to think of everything used on me and what all the marks are from.

The fading bruises on my breasts and shoulders and bite marks from previous play (I think they were from Thursday) The rest of the marks on my breasts would be floggers, quirts, canes, crops and slaps.



My ass is marked by, paddles, crops, canes, floggers, a bat, a large thick inflexible cane made of this clear acrylic that was about an inch and a half in diameter (omg I want one of those toys) oh! hands, quirt, and my "OH SHIT" toy that is a metal cable encased in plastic tubing and looped in a handle. I honestly don't know what else! I know I had fun and between the two Tops and the two toy bags I was one very happy girl.



Enjoy the photos, I hope this is an adequate definition of what pain slut or heavy bottom can translate to for me.

The Bat

On Saturday I scened with a long time Dom friend at a public party. I haven't been in that space for quite some time as I have been busy with other endeavors.

Before I go to far let me state very clearly that none of our negotiation involved my genitals or anyone elses, and not once was my vulva touched. You will see my reason for clarifying this later.

I asked him to hurt me. I asked him to take me higher than I had ever been. I asked him to make me beg. I asked him to mark me.

I received everything I asked for.

Two and a half hours of him beating on me with flogger, canes, crops, quirts, a wartenburg wheel, vampire gloves and a bat.

Yes a bat.

A nerf foam covered bat. He declared after that he was striking me as hard as he could with everything he gave to me. I can still hear the "WHUMP WHUMP" of the bat hitting my ass.

He hit me so hard I was being moved from side to side.

He had a vampire glove on the entire time and kept stroking my beaten flesh with it. Adding tiny scratches and pokes with his carresses and squeezes.

Delicious.

We had company at the end of the scene. A lovely Domme who joined us and used flogger, and hands to beat me even higher into the rafters.

Blissed out on the joy that is endorphines she began attacking me with chopsticks.

Yes I did say chopsticks.

Oh my dear god I will fear chopsticks for the remainder of my life.

The scene ended with Mistress Evil Evil Evil Evil (my new name for her) flogging my back while the Dom flogged my tits with a horsehair flogger. My brain went on overload within five minutes and I begged for it to end.

I am a pain slut, and achieved orgasm three times while playing. It was incredible and the third was startling in the intensity of it. Each orgasm brought me to the brink of tears.

Ah such wonderful friends I have.