RA (name is kept discreet) decided to play with me. She is not into pain, humiliation or many other aspects of BDSM. She likes rough domination. She had kinks in terms of bondage sex with few friends.

We had a day of play. After agreeing on hard limits, we got into the action.

We started with a simple bed tie. Her hands were tied to the posts of the bed. I first inserted a washed clean bottle in her pussy. After gagging the mouth with tapes, the next were the legs tied to the post as well. Now she is secured with tied spread eagle and dildo in her ass.

First she was caressed and fondled. She kept squirming. You can see she want her pussy needing to be pressed due to excited, but I deliberately played around with her body without giving what she wants at this stage.

Then I put her panty in her mouth. Since she was already wet while being tied up, putting panty as a gag meant she has to feel the taste of her juices.

She was then blindfolded. There are few realizations that I have about women. They were proven that day.

1)      A girl when blindfolded has her senses heightened up. You do anything to her, she will react lot more as she can’t see (I presume that for guys as well, but can’t validate ;-))

2)      Girls are natural takers of pain and humiliation. For Pain - If you don’t treat them sadistically (for non masochists). Definition of pain becomes subjective when the girl is subjected to excitement. For humiliation - It depends on how you bring them to that state. The most fiercely strong willed girl would lick your feet under right circumstances. We will discuss this more

I got three things for her sensation. First was cold. An ice cube with dropping ice cold water first hit her nipples. Nipples immediately got erect and a moan sound came. Every drop of ice on the body gave same reaction from her. After cleaning the body, we tried chocolate sauce. I spread it on her body and then licked it. Every lick was making her high.

Now I put vibrator on her and made her squirm for sometime. Now it was time for the third touch to her body. This was fire – wax. She was unsure about it. So I said, let me put 20-30 drops first. Rather than dripping it hard, I dropped wax drop by drop. Same reaction and a lot of moans.

She was very high after that. When the dildo was used in the front, her moans got louder and strain on ropes was higher. Then I untapped her mouth and let her clean the dildo. I asked her to lick every part of the juice. She did that diligently and thoroughly enjoyed.

Then came time for deep throating, which she loved. But now she wanted to cum. I untied some parts and made her beg for cumming. She went on her knees, she licked the feet, she offered her body for cumming. This level of begging from someone who clearly said that she doesn’t like pain and humiliation was enough, for me to grant her wishes ;-)

But when it comes to bottle and pussy her reaction was - adorei prender as minhas pernas e o vibrador na buceta. adorei a garrafa no cu.

That’s all for now.

We had a play for almost 5 hours. The role play we were playing was primarily about forgetful, abusive wife, who generally fights after making mistake. She was tied, spanked and canned for getting lesson from her husband.

Only challenge with masochists is that they start smiling when they anticipate pain. So while I am being an angry husband, she will start smiling at my comments J. Anyways we kept going till the end of the play.

It was a day after the play, when I asked her, how did the caning go. She loves caning. However, she said, today spanking was better than caning. I remember few strong hands hitting the cheeks of her ass. Today I even picked up my sandal and spanked her with them. Her ass was completely red after that. Her face was full with tears. I love the suffering and reflection of it on the face. We took rest for some time and chatted about spanking. She also loves taking picture of herself when the ass is completely red. I could not imagine why girls do it, but then I figured out that they watch it when I am not around and they also post it on Russian website J

We then started with caning. I told her, she will get 75 canes unless she uses safe word. I had a cane, a wire and few berches to cane her. First 25 canes were alright. She moaned in pain but they were bearable. Then I picked up berches. One good part of berches is that if they are wet (juice left in them) they really hurt. She loves the sound and the strike both. I gave her hard berches…now she was in tears after 45. I have to reduce the intensity as harsh ones will break her. I wanted her to feel accomplished that she did not had to beg and seek mercy before 75. I started hitting her slightly lighter and will hit her hard after every 4 berch/cane. She will cry after every 5^th but can bear pain of others.

When she finished counting 75, she fell on the ground. I came to caress her. I checked how is she doing. I guess she was soaking the pain. After sometime, she said, I loved it. How can you do so perfect caning.

We agreed to play life of hell the next day J

Betty started quite early in the morning. She couldn't sleep at all whole night as we were playing prisoners game the next day.

We started at 4:00 am in the morning. It was a cold, breezy day. Still dark outside. I tied Betty with ropes. Her one hand was tied with ropes strongly secured with the stomach. she cannot move that at all. Her crotch ropes were tied around the pelvic area so that it hurts when she moves. Her chest was tied such that she can breath but can feel the pain of the rope. Then I put the dress on her so that we are ready to move. I asked her how she feels. She said its already very tight. How will I survive next 1 hour of drill. Please be merciful. I smiled and picked up the berch. We came out on the road walking towards the beach.

There are sporadic people crossing us. They do observe her as she had only one hand visible. But other was tied tight so they cant realize that it is inside the dress. Betty was really uncomfortable with one hand only. That discomfort was increasing with every berch that I am hitting her with, when she slows down.

We jogged for almost 2 kilometres before which she started breathing hard. I stopped her and we went to the darkness on the side. I berched her 25 hard berches for her petty crime of theft (she was playing compulsive thief). She started crying because of pain. We rested for sometime, before we starting walking back.

Coming back, I untied her. Ropes on her body looks so good. Completely red lines on white skin. there were still marks of berches on her ass. She thanked me for relieving her of the pain.

I tied a collar and a handcuff for her to get fresh and then have breakfast. That was a comfortable moment for her. Then her turn to get the punishment. I tied her hands above her head tied to the ceiling. She was told that she will be flogged 100 times. When the flogging started, it was light so she had light moans, as we crossed 50, those light floggers were also hurting too much and her skin was red all over the legs. Remaining 50 flogs were very difficult for her. SHe cried, moaned, seeked mercy (but never used the safe word). After 100 flogs, I told her that she will be left tied here for sometime (I had 15 minutes in mind, but I want her to be tied helplessly without knowing for how long). I put a blindfold and started observing her body which was sweating because of flogging. She starting balancing her body weight sometimes on legs and sometimes on hand. View was so amazing.

Then I untied her and caressed her. She loved being caressed that ways. I made her relax for sometime. Then at around 11 am, we started her tasks. She was made to do situps, other corporal punishments popular in India, and whipping. This went on for almost 2 hours. She was completely exhausted after that and lying on my foot. We then carressed each other and had lunch.

Around 4:00 PM I again tied her under dress and time for her to walk again, this time under sun. I kept a cold water bottle. She started walking and I ensure she is not dehydrated. She was sweating profusely. Another problem with jute rope is that it gets rough when wet. Her sweating and some water dropped on her clothes, made ropes tight. After sometime, she was in pain and started seeking mercy. I thought this is the time, when we have to be back. We took a taxi and came back home. I made her sleep for almost 2.5 hours.

After she got up. I told her now is the time, she will get her city square moment (she has a fantasy that she is whipped and fucked in public on a city square). I tied her up and took turn to come and abuse her as if different people are coming and abusing her. She started believing it to be true after 2-3 turns. Everytime she is abused, she will cry profusely and then when I leave her to play next character, she will just fall on the floor as if gathering energy to get abused again. I played ten different characters and the city square went on for almost 2 hours. Even I was itching to now reward her after so much of pain.

I untied her and caressed. We kissed passionately. Then we started talking about the day. She thoroughly loved the experience. She had fetish for being abused and get corporal punishments. Betty couldn't have been happier.

For me it was another good day of role play :-)