Like anyone my girl loves to play, to be tied down and flogged, cropped, paddled, whatever I choose to do to him. Last night was no exception, and like a puppy knowing she's off for a walk my girl rushed upstairs and threw herself face down on the bed waiting to be tied out.
As part of the play she craves marks, bruises are both a badge of honour and almost a kind of reward for just about any submissive I've ever spoken to, for my girl however within a couple of hours there's rarely even a hint of redness never mind any sign of a bruise.
I'm sure there are many who will say I'm obviously not doing it hard enough. For those who have not met me I can assure you I'm no limp wristed weakling and if my hand or paddle strikes you then it will sting. The problem (if you consider it such), is that my girl doesn't bruise easily, and she heals really quickly, so is always disappointed, but she still hopes.
Once tied spreadeagled, face down on the bed she smiled and made small sounds of pleasure, totally relaxed and waiting for me to begin.
I took up my crop and ran it gently across her bottom, a few taps and harder whacks to start things off, my girl squirming and moaning, wanting more. I put down the crop and picked up a long suede flogger using it across the length of her body, legs and bottom to warm him up.
This is a sensuous flogger, there's no sting to it, and even at it's hardest is like a really good massage, but it's an excellent toy to sensitise the skin before moving on to harder play.
20 minutes or so of the suede flogger and I reached for the leather stingy flogger too and with one in each hand brought them down in turn across her bottom, which by now was turning a wonderful shade of red.
The combination of textures gives some wonderful sensations, the sting of leather, the stroke of suede, it confuses the mind and blurs pain and pleasure even more.
I know my girl well now and can read her reactions to know how close to her limit I've taken her, her breathing and movements told me that she was a hairs breadth away from it, so I stopped and whispering to her what I intended next (I've got laryngitis so no voice lol, not very Dommely), I put away the floggers and walked to the wardrobe and took out a small green case.
It's taken me some time to get over my fear of the violet wand but my girl taught me well and I feel very comfortable using it now, for her it was worth conquering my fear because I know how much she enjoys it.
I pushed the long metal rod into the end of the wand, the long wavy fronds of the metallic flogger like attachment glinting in the low light. My girl was still smiling and despite her bottom being so sensitive that even my fingers lightly brushing across the skin made her squirm she waited eagerly for me to switch on the violet wand.
With the press of the button the buzzing noise began and as I waved the wand around small sparks shot across the metal fronds. I checked it was on the lowest level and touched the end briefly on her back and began to stroke it down the length of her body from shoulder to ankle in swift strokes.
Through several turns of the dial my girl writed and strained against the ropes tying her to the bed, I love how the wand sparkles and flares, the crackling noises as it touched the skin and he managed several minutes on level 15 (maximum), before I called a halt, untied her and lay on the bed to stroke and cuddle her.
She dressed in pink satin pyjamas and pink fluffy dressing gown and we went downstairs for supper, there was of course the obligatory inspection of her bottom for marks and oh how her bottom lip pouted when she felt some welts from the buffalo hide paddle I'd used on her briefly, priceless. She says she doesn't do welts, I informed she he does now.
Watching her sit gingerly onto a wooden kitchen chair made me smile, her skin was red and very sensitive, but no bruising and even the welts just very superficial and I knew they'd fade within hours, but I knew she'd remember the sensation she felt as she sat on that chair a little longer.
Just as she was taking a bite of cheese smothered cracker I told her when we got back upstairs I'd be using the pinwheel on her bottom, there was a horrified expression on her face and she told me she wasn't in the head space any more and couldn't take it, I told her even so, it would happen.
She didn't drag her feet, but I knew she was dreading what was to come. How cruel of me to take her to the edge the way I had then allow her to come out of the sub zone only to inform him she what was expected, and she didn't want it.
Pulling back the duvet she slid onto the bed and grabbed his teddy bear for comfort, I knew she hoped I was teasing or changed my mind, but not a chance, if I say it will happen then it does.
I instructed her to lay on her stomach and I pulled down her pyjama bottoms then rolled the sharp points of the pinwheel across her hot sore skin. There were yelps of pain and she squirmed trying desperately to direct the wheel towards the areas of skin it hurt least, he failed miserably.
The look in her eyes as I put down the pinwheel and put my arms around her, her eyes were huge and full of an emotion I couldn't put a name to, and for once she was silent.
My hand stroked her cheek and I looked her straight in the eyes and told her.....now that was an act of submission.
It's easy to submit to something we enjoy, that we want, to submit when it's the last thing you can imagine being able to endure that is when the true act is demonstrated, it need not be a huge thing, just as this wasn't, yet it was a massive lesson for my girl and one I know she won't ever forget.
