Thursday, January 13, 2011

Thank you

All that shone that night was a red light in the upper left corner of the room. I opened my eyes and all I could see was red. Violent red walls like red shadows closing in around me. His figure was hidden from my gaze, as he stood behind me, but I could feel his presence. Especially when he drew close to my side and brushed his lips against my neck. I shuddered as he chuckled, the arrogant bastard that he is. He could smell my fear; it radiated from my flesh.

He tucked the whip under his arm, and I could feel the leather rub against my bare back. Then I felt the touch of his soft yet callused fingers graze my shoulders. I moaned deeply as his nails dug into my flesh. I knew he loved the sounds that I made when he touched me, my cunt willingly moist while my brain struggled to resist. He knows me so well it’s disgusting. At that moment he commanded that I open my thighs as his hand traveled down my spine to grip my ass and cup my cunt from behind, making me sick to my stomach with fear and lust.

“Just do it already,” I said nastily, unable to bear this anticipation any longer. I squirmed against his touch as he pushed two fingers into me in response. Not the kind I had expected or wanted, nonetheless, a deft response. I cried out as he whispered into my ear the horrific ideas blooming inside his sadistic mind. He pinched my cunt lip and backed away from me. My hands were bound high on the wall to secure any thoughts against escape.

He drew back his hand, uncoiling the treated leather of the whip, now tough and taught from use. Before I heard the first crack from his skilled hand I closed my eyes and sucked air deep into my lungs, preparing for the pain and joy that awaited me in this frightening room. The first crack was only a warning, that he had found his mindset and I should ready myself for the coming strokes of his whip. I exhaled and counted in my head: 1… 2…3.

The first caress of the whip was like a kiss on my back. I took a deep breath and released it from my parted lips with a moan. I pressed myself against the wall to stick out my ass; it would soon become his target. His hands were skilled and he wielded his whip with precision. The cracker pelted my flesh over and over again causing me to whimper and moan as the sensation continued to build.

The final snap of his wrist sent me over the edge. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt his body press against me, caressing my thighs, and brushing away the sweat drenched hair from my neck. His lips were warm and welcomed when he kissed me tenderly on the shoulder. Before he untied my wrists he leaned in and whispered “thank you.”

Saturday, January 8, 2011

An amazing gift

Cabin fever is here. I am stuck in my grandparent’s house for the remainder of my Christmas holiday. I can’t wait to get out of this place and back on the road! A new, very dear friend of mine has invited me to her collaring ceremony on the 15th in Detroit. However, I must say that I am more excited than usual because this will be the first night that I will experience medical stapling.

Soon after watching the Kink Academy’s video demo on stapling I have been completely fascinated. Needles seem too high maintenance to have my own kit, and I don't actually know many people in my community who do needle play. What I have learned about staples seems to be more my speed. They only puncture so deep, not enough to do any permanent damage. Stapling seems to go a lot faster with less pain than needles as well. On my way out of town I need to pick up a bit of ribbon since I want to have a ribbon corset down my back. Unfortunately, pictures are not allowed within the building, but the experience itself will be amazing.

I mentioned that I was curious about stapling on a Fetlife forum. The responses that were posted afterward informed me that the staple gun should be used on one person only. I then decided I would purchase my own staple gun and remover to be used on me at the party. Soon after I began searching the web for staple sellers both in the community and not, I received an amazing message in response to my forum post. A woman from Allen Park, who was a stranger to me, told me that she would send me a sterile gun and remover. At first I didn't know what to say, but I eventually accepted her kind offer.

The staple gun and remover arrived today! I want to thank the person who sent it to me ten fold. It blows my mind that people in the community can be so kind, and generous, especially to complete strangers. That is definitely one of the things that I love about this lifestyle.