Before I begin:
I debated whether to post about the sex, because I don't want this blog to become all about the sex, since there's a lot more to this whole D/s thing than that. Then again, for us the sex is an important (and lovely) part of it, so by not discussing it I might make it seem less important than it is. After all, we both get a lot of things from D/s, but neither of us would ever have started down the path to begin with if it didn't turn us on. And if you think the sex-talk is tacky, here's my excuse. 'I want to see you write more about sex,' says Husband. 'I like that.' And what Master wants, right?
Since I described my first experience with the cane (which as you will see has become a go-to implement in our household) I figured I'd also let you know about my first go with our newest toy, the mindfold.
We've had blindfolds before but never given them much use. This is because they don't really work. I can usually see around the edges or it slides off my face and spoils it. We had long since abandoned the idea. But the mindfold advertises 'complete darkness with your eyes open' and you know what? It really is.
We were just messing around in his study when we put it on me - I was kneeling at his feet and we just wanted to see what it was like. 'You can't see anything at all?'
'Right,' I said, and at that he got up and walked out of the room.
I called after him and got no response and so I waited. I wasn't really sure what he expected me to do - did he want me to leave it on, or had he lost interest? Was this some kind of test to see if I would wait for his return or was he thinking nothing of the sort and just going to get a drink?
I decided to leave it in place - better to be over-cautious than to risk disappointing him. It's amazing how suddenly vulnerable you feel when you can't see. I waited and waited. I shifted my weight around. I listened very hard. After a few minutes I was getting impatient and wanted to look, so it became an exercise in self-control. I became convinced that he was standing very close to me, just watching me, which made me very self-conscious about how I was holding myself, and I was straining to listen for the sounds of footsteps or breathing to give me a clue where he was.
I think I was there for about fifteen minutes - it felt like hours.
Finally he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up to my feet. He put me against the wall in his preferred spot and I automatically put my hands up flat against the wall as he likes. Most beatings are administered hands against the wall - he doesn't like to 'make it easy' for me by lying me over something. Despite my best efforts I nearly always twist and jump out of position following a hard stroke (and often in anticipation of one, luckily Husband is careful and has quick enough reactions that I've never been injured this way). I've often begged to be restrained before a whipping, but he rarely does because he loves to see me struggle to obey and keep still, and to watch me reluctantly get back into position for him to continue. This time I didn't even ask, I just whimpered like a scared animal.
He gave me a few short but firm smacks across the ass with something hard and stingy as I fought very hard to stay where I was put. He changed it for another hard implement - he still won't tell me what he was using, though I suspect a wooden spoon was involved - and gave me a few more quick whacks until I was dancing around. I tried to get out of his reach and he pulled me back by my hair to finish up with a few open handed slaps which were hard enough to almost knock me off balance. Then he stopped and turned me around, the pain now receding with a rush of adrenaline and arousal.
He ran something over my hips and up my waist. 'Ah that's cold!'
'Yes, it's metal.' He circled it around my nipple and I stood, trembling. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and nothing scares me more right now that pain to them. The object hovered over the right nipple and then began to crush and pinch it as I hissed with pain and rose onto my tiptoes. He stopped just before the pain became unbearable.
He took me upstairs - itself an exercise in trust when you can't see and put me on my back on the bed. 'Hands behind your head.' This is always an order I dread because it invariably means pain to my poor tortured breasts. I complied. He ordered me to open my legs, and he got the cane (this implement at least is unmistakable, even when blindfolded). He gave me a series of very fast strokes to the inside of my thighs. He's never done that before and it was like nothing I had felt. The first one or two didn't seem too bad as they weren't that hard, but very quickly the pain built up, one wave layering over the next with no chance to process the sensation or recover. It was a hot, fiery, crackly type of pain that soon overwhelmed me. Several times he paused to let me regain myself, only to put me off guard by giving me a sharp stroke or slap across the pussy before returning to my legs. Each time it felt like he was taking me almost to the point that I couldn't stand it and then backing away.
Until he stopped caning my thighs and turned his attention to my breasts. Rather than the short fast strokes here he gave me single hits, giving me the chance to dread each one. About the fourth stroke was directly across my nipples. It was agonising. I doubled my whole body over, unable to keep myself in position.
'I'm sorry,' I whispered and I felt the tears start to flow as he finally pushed me over that edge. He whispered reassurances into my ear, how he didn't expect me to take the suffering stoically, how I was his... After that it gets a little blurry. I'm honestly not sure if he hurt me more past that point (is this the sub-space everyone talks about?). Then he fucked me. My whole body was raw from the pain and my heart was pounding and I was crying and shaking and he took me so hard I felt like he would rip me in two. And it was amazing. I came hard right away and many, many times after that.
Once it was done I lay shivering in his arms, wanting desperately to say something but struggling to form the thoughts into words. After I had calmed down I could still feel the heat and pleasure in my body for the rest of the night. Wow. Oh, and he had to turn the lights off! The blindfold did its job so well the dim bedroom lights were unbearable once I took it off.
So umm... not exactly a review, but yep, we liked the mindfold.
Bonus confession:
High-Rise Sex
I had requested a room on the highest floor available for our stay. The hotel is fairly modern with floor to ceiling windows in every room which were that shiny type of glass which looks dark from the outside. Once we checked in, we admired the view and then did what any self-respecting couple would do next - we did it right in front of the windows. Certainly we couldn't be seen through that tinted glass anyway. You don't need to know the intimate details but suffice to say I spent an extended period on my knees in front of those windows.
Later that night we returned from dinner and looked up. The lights from the occupied hotel rooms were very bright from outside, and we could very clearly see people walking around...
If you happened to be in Birmingham on Saturday night, and saw a couple going at it through the hotel windows... it wasn't us, honest!
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