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.

Caught In My Web

She is a pretty young thing, innocent and sweet, unaware of how desirable she is.

She is sitting in my lap, I have just had a lovely spanking from a fun Dom I have scened with a couple times.

We are negotiating.

She is willing and I am eager. We discuss her limits and talk about her experience. I pet her bum with the palm of my hand.

The equipment we want is finally free. I go and drop off my bag while she is getting ready. I watch the prior players cleaning equipment and putting stuff away.

At last we are ready, I instruct her to take her clothes off and open my toy bag.

I pull out several different items and show them to her, she agrees to everything I show her except a cane. I attempt mild coercion but she is so new, I am not disappointed to put it back in my bag.

I lay out the assorted tools and toss a roll of purple vetwrap from hand to hand. Directing her to stand comfortably against the grid like wooden rack in front of us. She steps forward and I move her arms into place. Using the vet wrap I stick her to the wooden slats by wrist and elbow. Then moving her feet into position I stick her with the vet wrap, making sure she is secure.

I rub her all over with my bare hands, feeling her skins texture and where she is warmest and coolest. Feeling how her panties and bra fit her. Testing her stance and the bonds. She is firmly fixed in my web and I only wish for more vetwrap. We discuss the safewords she knows red and yellow, I tell her about green and she laughs, this one is new to her and she is delighted.

I begin to spank her lovely ass, watching her skin pink up and feeling heat radiate. Her hips jut out as she presses back to get more. My spanks increase and I vary the tempo, hitting my stride and giggling as she wiggles and squirms. My laughter is infectious it seems as she begins giggling too.

I rub and squeeze her bum, my over hand on her tummy and bracing her so I can spank her harder. My hand is rather stingy and I know it and take delight in spanking girls hard! She is getting a real taste for it now.

Kneeling behind her I grab a wooden hairbrush and run the bristles down her back and bum before paddling her butt, and thighs with it. She is making interesting noises and humping back and forth.

I jump to me feet and tangle my fingers in her hair. Tugging it and looking in her eyes. I tell her she needs to use her words. and she starts calling out "GREEN GREEN"

I laugh let go of her hair and beat on the naughty girls ass in a series of hard smacks with brush. She is gasping and tugging at the bonds, pressing her butt out for more. She is so sexy and I want to fuck her. I push her flat against the rack with my body. My nails raking over her skin and my pelvis grinding into her ass. My tits are trapped in my leather corset but I rub against her back anyway. My hand scratches down her belly and over her hip.

Sexy girl.

I step back and tell her to stick her ass out if she wants more. She sticks her bum right out at me and I laugh and start beating on her with my bare hand. She is crying out and I am laughing so hard.

I grab my crop next and start hitting her ass and thighs, I am hitting her quite hard and impressed with the depth she is going to. I strike harder and harder, she keeps sticking her bum out and I keep watching her face. She is blissed out and taking her beating like a good little pain-slut.

I drop the crop and pick up a wartenberg wheel. I run it down her spine and hear her gasp. Wheeling it down her butt and over her thighs. Her legs are spread wide and I have access to her inner thighs and her labia through her panties. They are poking out around the flimsy fabric and I am ready to fuck with her mind now. Running the wheel all around her inner thighs, closer each time to those puffy lips.

I pause long enough to bump against her bum with my well corseted tits. Teasing her and noting how she presses hard back into me. Such a good greedy lil girl!

"Hold still little girl, this is the delicate bit!"

She freezes in place and I flip the wheel around in my hand so the cold edge of the handle is sliding over her lips. She howls in fear and I laugh evilly. I KNOW it feels like a blade! I hold the handle up for her to see and she starts laughing hysterically. I run the sharp points of the wheel over her lips. She shudders and her whole body flushes red. I run a hand up and squeeze each butt cheek hard as I stop the spinning wheel in my fingers and instead use the needles to scrape down her thighs.

She comments that she cant feel her fingers and I am there with scissors cutting her free from my web. She has nearly stretched the vet wrap around her ankles right off.

She starts to move away and I laugh telling her we aren't finished yet! I push her back to the rack and rub her arms and press her hands to grab onto the rack.

She gets a slightly bewildered look as I kneel down in front of her. I start beating the fronts of her thighs rhythmically. She is squirming and wiggling and opening her legs and I am spanking the insides of her thighs with almost all my strength, suddenly she is calling yellow. I stop immediately and rub her thighs, letting her catch her breath.

I am so proud this girl called yellow, i know how hard it is when you are new and it shows me that she trusts me to listen to her and pay attention to what she needs.

I am looking up at her and I notice her nipple is poking out of her bra, I tease her gently about it and pinch it before tucking it back into her bra. She is ready to continue and I slowly wind the scene down.

I grab a silk scarf and rub her with it before leading her to the stairs and sitting her down with a drink and some chocolate.

We cuddle and I enlist some help in keeping her warm while I clean up our scene.

Coming back to tie my scarf around her like a cape and she catches on to the whole superhero theme. She is giggly and we clear the scene area, i set her up next to another giggly girl and watch them become fast friends.

Life is good, I get to play with sexy young girls and get them off. C'mon down girls!

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.