It started with The Event a few weeks ago…and I thought I’d NEVER repeat that at the time, though if you read that, you know I changed my mind shortly afterwards.  So I braved my Sir and asked to play that way again this weekend.  He, of course, was more than eager! 

It was also a special occasion.  Though I had offered myself to his collar more than a year ago October, we had finally found a physical collar we both liked and seemed appropriate to wear both for work and play.  I received it Friday in the mail after anxiously tracking it through the mail all week! 

So after our wonderful (and I say this truthfully!) roommate left for work, I set up the living room again.  I set out the weight bench for my beating, set up a sheet for some photographs as we don’t have a great background otherwise and prepared myself as best as I could.  I was terribly nervous about the pain again as Sir loves to tease me once he knows we are going to play…only I don’t know what is truth and what is teasing! 

Finally he came out of his room and had me kneel at his feet.  I was dressed in a red corset with a black stretch dress over it and stockings.  He spoke to me tenderly, telling me how much he loves me and gave me his heart.  I was so happy!  He put the collar on and I felt truly owned for the first time.  It was wonderful.  I’m glad it was finally set in stone, I guess…so to speak.

He was eager to play then, and as he always has a plan, he carefully tied my tits, quickly turning them reddish blue and achy almost right away. 

We did some photographs and then he had me on the weight bench.  I thought he was taking more pictures (I wear a hood for anonymity so can’t hear clearly all the time) but within a second it became apparent he was going to give me my beating without any restraints!  I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to take it, that I would do something horrible without my gag like yell “stop” at the wrong time or worse.  But I think I did well.  He tells me I did anyway! 

He used several implements of destruction (my name for them!) on me, including a couple of whips, a flogger and a paddle, among other things I can’t identify.  He tells me I almost slipped into subspace once but I don’t remember much, just being really out of it, and that I hoped I would do ok.  It hurt!!!  The marks were lovely, though and the sting fun after it was done. 

He fucked me royally afterwards, which I loved, and he made sure I came until I couldn’t anymore, as he almost always does.  He’s a very considerate lover that way and I know it made him hot to see the marks on my tits and know my ass was burning as we fucked.  I wanted to collapse afterwards, but it is my job to clean up afterwards so I got to it as it was 1 am already.  As I’m an early bird, it was quite late for me!

Speaking of which, it started really early again for me, with Sir’s cock demanding tribute again around 7 am.  He pleasured me totally and exhaustingly again and then actually wanted me to get up and go with him to drive somewhere…OMG.  This is going to be tiring, I think….

So that’s our 2^nd Event.  It makes it sound like we’ve never played before or since, but we have and do as often as we can.  These are just big playtimes that are extra special to us and I feel compelled to write about.  Perhaps I’ll start chronicling other events, too, and think of names for them as well.  I certainly won’t call everything after today Events! 

The Event:

I'm here for one reason. My Sir. We started down this path in August of 09 and while there have been ups and downs we've enjoyed ourselves along the way and now more than ever! He's always so good to me, even when I'm misbehaving. I had a particularly disturbing fantasy that I'd had for years and wanted to fulfill and knew he was just the man to do it. So I told him.

I wanted to be tied tightly in whatever way he chose, with my hood and gag on tightly, too. Then I wanted him to spank, whip or flog me to his heart's content, ignoring my moaning, crying or whatever. I wanted to play without a safeword and be marked by him. It turned me on to no end to be at his mercy totally. The reason he is the man to do this is twofold! First off, he would enjoy this very much...second, I know he wouldn't really hurt me badly. I had told him on Tuesday of this fantasy and he'd planned it all week while I pretty much wavered between terrified and wet as could be.

We live with a third person who is not involved in our BDSM relationship so we waited for her to go to work last Saturday night. She works third, so it was pretty late! We brought the weight bench from downstairs along with his collection of instruments of torture (as I think of them!).

I put on the gag and hood that I love so much and lay down on the bench, stomach to the cold vinyl. He first put on my wrist cuffs, making sure I could still reach to hold myself up and to hold the rabbit vibrator remote attached firmly to my clit (an allowance to learn to associate pain with pleasure--a lesson we are working on). My hands weren't going far, though, let me tell you! My ankles were fastened soon in the same way at the other end. He took several feet of very thick rope and tied it around my middle and firmly fixed me to the bench and protected my kidneys from any blows, too. He's an RN, so he knows this stuff. I pretty much couldn't move for anything! He put another vibrator in my pussy and turned it on high, adding to the anticipation.

The flogging started slowly as he warmed me up with a light flogger, touching me all the while. I don't really remember when it started hurting but I do remember getting more scared than hurt and he knew it because as I whimpered, he told me to be quiet. It was perfect! The pain came pretty quickly though and I'm NOT a pain slut. What I thought I could take quickly became more than I thought would ever happen. Soon I was crying and sobbing and could barely get my breath. Then, it seemed unbearable that it could go on another minute. He stopped and asked me if I were ok and I nodded. He thought for a minute and then asked if he should continue and I broke down and said no. He abided by my wishes but I felt so guilty about having to stop I just kept crying as he untied me. I wanted to take more and now wish I had.

Amazing how what seemed unbearable at the time has faded over a week's time into a pleasurable experience I want to repeat someday! So it is a week later and while I won't request this soon, it will probably happen again as I know it turned him on totally. The reason it brought me here? I need to find other subs to talk about this stuff with because it is hard sometimes knowing if I'm the only one feeling this way. So here I am....