You know, I don’t really do these for a reason, a pretty good reason. I’m useless at remembering what happens most of the time when we play. But, for what it is worth I’d like to try to document the fun we have somehow.
I had mentioned to Master that I was finally in the mood for play and when he asked me what I might be interested in I didn’t have to hesitate. Canes. They sting, they have the potential to mark and feel marvelous. So, canes it was.
Saturday was a normal day. For some reason I prefer evening for play time but as soon as it rolled around I was ready and lying face down on the bed. We have a variety of canes that he likes to use and I couldn’t really tell the difference between them other than some sting more than others.
I asked him to try some drumming with them and to warm me up a bit since it has been months since we last played. The first few minutes were quite ouchie and I was afraid that this would have to end quickly.
But, I practiced my breathing and visualization exercises and the pain seemed to wash over me and through me. It was working. He was able to increase the intensity and speed and that’s when I noticed something lovely happening. I was getting sexually turned on – orgasmically turned on. I have only ever orgasmed from pain once before and that was a direct cropping of my mons pubis, never a spanking/caning or any impact play not sexually centered.
I paused Master and told him that I was feeling like I might orgasm and wasn’t sure if I’d have warning to get permission. He gave me permission to orgasm whenever the need arose. Having that permission was like a focus for me. From then on I concentrated on the feeling of the cane, the secondary wave after the initial sting was what was driving me closer.
Then Master sat on the bed and started punching my ass. Deep, driving impacts that were going straight to my groin. It was fantastically good. I think I was exclaiming how good it was the whole time.
“Where’s that orgasm, cunt?”
I didn’t know how to get it to the surface but I was trying. He kept hitting me, canes and then punching and then more canes. I can’t explain how desperate I felt, how yummy the punches felt. It was like the pain was gone and all I was feeling was pleasure.
I came, at some point I felt it drive forward and wave after wave of body shivers washed over me. It’s not like any orgasm I have through traditional methods. It’s more…. sensory. Very good indeed.
He brought the scene down and switched to tying my breasts and slapping and caning them. That was a new pain altogether. And it wasn’t going well with me. I couldn’t get on top of it. I was constantly covering my breasts, which got me more strikes in punishment and ultimately I “yellowed” out. I whimped on him.
As reward, I was allowed to sit on my tender ass and give him a blow job. Pain and pleasure indeed!
(Okay, I know somewhere in the scene I begged to suck his dick for awhile and we did but I can’t think of when that was, perhaps before I orgasmed. I don’t know. See? I’m terrible at remembering the order of events!)