Happiness Stings

When I awoke from yesterday’s afternoon nap the Masochist News Service was flashing headlines in my brain: Hunger! Need! Desire! The accompanying photo feature was full of boots and brutal doings. My groin was in a knot from lust.

For once I think the motivation was within me to actually ask if she felt like playing. It felt a bit incongruous that it was only three in the afternoon. Don’t think we’ve ever done anything kinky that early.

I got up but she was writing in her new weblog - something I didn’t want to interrupt - and fixing a meal. Back to bed to calm down.

Later she slipped into her new boots and I found she was in the mood herself.

I’ve fallen helplessly in love with those knee high platform boots. The heft of the platform and bring out the graceful taper of her ankles are almost an emblem of the fetish side of our relationship. It felt as if I could spend hours on the floor licking and kissing them.

Our foreplay as it were is touching, listening to music and talking. Quite wonderful.

I’m no good at narrative. Not that what we do lends itself to that. And I’m so lost in what she does to me that sequences get blurred.

Eventually she bound my hands together and had me kneel over the couch and began carefully whipping me. Mostly with the single tail and cowboy quirt. And Madame Giggles Jack-in-the-pulpit. I was afraid the latter would be disappointing but it is easy to control ( - I think - ) and makes a good counterpoint to the sharper blows.

In my fantasies I simply imagined my back, butt and thighs being hit, with many things to be sure, but couldn’t anticipate how something like the angle of the blow would affect my response.

The lashes fell mostly on the sides of my buttocks. I don’t know if the actually hurts more or just isn’t accompanied by the indescribable frisson of a more centered blow. It give the whipping more of an edge.

I writhed and whimpered. I was wondering how much more I’d be able to take. But the need to rest my back forced me to ask her to stop (and I think she was getting physically tired as well).

This is a muddily written entry. I want to get this down for myself while the recollection is still fresh. The exploration of pain made me very happy.

My butt cheeks were still stinging when I awoke this morning. An afterglow. Regrettably the sting is receding all too soon.