A Few Special Evenings

When I call these “high spots” I by no mean they were the only wonderful times. These are somewhat arbitrary instances of when my experience of BDSM with Alexandra was exceptionally intense.

It may have been the first night she put me on the leash as her pet. Naked I crawled out the back door onto the porch. We didn’t have a privacy fence then. One of my neighbors could’ve walked outside. Sadly there was broken glass and crockery and we had to stop.

I felt so wholly in awe of her that she could love me and use me that way. It made me want to be this little bit of rubbish adhering to the bottom of her heel.

This was the night I feared that I would resist and defy her. What I’d done to anger her is long since forgotten. Her cane cut into my nipples and arms. Again I felt awe at her power. This was one of our early nights as Goddess and slave. One I will never forget.

As much as I love her boots I felt dismay watching her squash that banana into the floor. I knew what would follow. And it did: I licked up the crushed fruit. At least it wasn’t a boiled egg. I’m not foolish enough to swear it was the most degrading act she ever forced me to perform. But I can’t recall having ever felt more used.

Thank you, Alexandra, for this night. In the living room, in the backyard she ground the sharp heel of her boot into my nipples. More than once I felt I was about to beg for mercy. Then my inner self seemed to soar aloft and ascend into the endorphin paradise those of us who need pain are forever searching for.

When the little envelope containing the ClubFEM MCD arrived I opened it and thought “This isn’t much.”

That night her full sadistic power came out. Time was obliterated as she manipulated it for her entertainment. Having her enjoy this cruel use of one of my tenderest parts was painful and fulfilling.

As I said these are almost arbitrary choices. Nothing will ever make me forget the roughest nights of boot worship. Straining to get the last vestige of mud from the crevices. Crawling and licking them wondering if I’d wear my tongue out. Being led by my penis …

Even though I’m submissive and masochistic they weren’t the easiest hours to live through. But they did leave me wanting to shout with joy.