OMG, that was intense!
For the first time in several months, we went to the Lair on Saturday night. I was tired, so I was a bit concerned about how well I would be able to stay awake. I had been in class all day. I took a nice hot bath and had a short nap, though, and that helped me a lot.
When we got there, it was less crowded than we’ve seen it before. It was chilly outside, so we thought that may have had an effect on the number of kinkies there. Most who were there were wearing warm clothes, but some changed when they got inside. I was freezing, as I was wearing a short skirt (with no panties) and a mesh blouse. We only went outside to run from one building to the other.
Shortly after we arrived, BB and I went into the main room. He had me lie down on a rack type table on my front, and he attached my wrist cuffs to one end and my ankle cuffs to the other, then he ratcheted the chains tight. I was a bit uncomfortable, but not too badly.
When BB was satisfied that I was secured, he spanked my ass a little, and then got out the violet wand. He used the varying bulbs, then, when he noticed I was in subspace, he put the contact probe under me. He started with his hands, and then used the fluorescent bulb toy I’d made, and then went on to the Mylar toys that he enjoys so much. Between the spanking and the violet wand on my ass, it became VERY ouchy.
After the scene, when we were walking around talking to people, I kept finding myself rubbing my sore ass! This had just been the warm up! I was a bit concerned about just how much I’d be able to take later on, if that had bothered me so.
We sat and watched an awesome scene in the main room (well, two at the same time). My favorite person to watch was beating two submissive women, and in the background was a very yummy hot wax scene. While we were watching that, BB took out the nipple clamps that he likes to hang from my nipple rings, clamped those on, and then began putting clothes pins on my breasts. When he decided to take them off, he used the same rhythm that the man who was beating the women was using, so it was odd… The pain in the same rhythm that the women being beaten were being given made it kind of surreal.
When the Dom moved on to aftercare of the two women, we walked around a bit then went on into the other building. We watched a lovely flogging/paddling scene, and then walked around some. We noticed that the only lockable room was available, and we’d never played in there. In the room, there’s an awesome bondage bed and a spanking horse. BB led me in there and secured me to the bed. He left me standing, but secured my wrists above my head.
He spanked and flogged me for a little while, and then I was getting very weak. The intensity of the leftover soreness from the previous spanking/violet wand scene, standing up while tired, and the tiredness made it harder for me to stand there! BB took mercy on me and released me. Of course, the mercy was short lived! He led me over to the spanking horse and had me climb up on it.
As soon as I was settled there, he set about beating my ass. He spanked it for a while, then moved to the floggers that he’d brought along, including the nasty evil one from Mexico. I really got into it. At some point, though (and forgive me if the order is a bit odd, my mind wasn’t all there at the time), he decided to get out the knife and do a bit of knife play. He scraped it along my back, leaving scratches that just barely broke the skin (not even enough for any bleeding at all, just a little soreness and scratches).
He decided after a bit that I’d had enough of that, and brought out the paddles, first the wooden one, which he used for a bit, then he got out the ping pong paddle. The ping pong paddle has become one of my favorites, as it doesn’t sting, but hurts deeply and gives a thuddy pain. BB beat my ass with that for a while, and then the handle broke! Fortunately, though, it didn’t keep him from being able to continue using it.
While he was beating me, I was screaming out in pain. I couldn’t get away, but I was squirming as much as possible on the horse! Fortunately, as someone had pointed out earlier, “Ow is NOT a safeword.” Since the pain was so intense, BB checked in with me often to make sure I was ok. He would ask if I wanted more, but would tell me that the proper answer was, “Yes, Daddy” before I answered. After a while, I had no idea what he was saying, I just didn’t want him to stop! Any time he said anything, I mumbled, “Yes, Daddy” and he’d go back to beating me.
When he decided I’d had enough for the scene, I was disappointed! I was in extreme pleasure/pain, and didn’t want it to end! Of course, when he told me I could get off the spanking horse, I tried, but was not able to stand up without help! I was so zoned out that I couldn’t stand up. He basically carried me over to the bondage bed, closed the door to the room, and laid there holding me until I came back to my senses some.
After a long while, we went out of the room. We stood around talking to some folks, but I was fading fast. I would have not realized it for a long while, but he decided he needed to take me home.
On the way home, the pain set in. It hurt to sit on the seat in the car! By the time we got home, the bruises were developing. When we got home, he took me upstairs and decided to have his way with me. The pain of the fucking was great, too. For the second time in less than a week, he fucked me with tears running down my face.
When we got there, it was less crowded than we’ve seen it before. It was chilly outside, so we thought that may have had an effect on the number of kinkies there. Most who were there were wearing warm clothes, but some changed when they got inside. I was freezing, as I was wearing a short skirt (with no panties) and a mesh blouse. We only went outside to run from one building to the other.
Shortly after we arrived, BB and I went into the main room. He had me lie down on a rack type table on my front, and he attached my wrist cuffs to one end and my ankle cuffs to the other, then he ratcheted the chains tight. I was a bit uncomfortable, but not too badly.
When BB was satisfied that I was secured, he spanked my ass a little, and then got out the violet wand. He used the varying bulbs, then, when he noticed I was in subspace, he put the contact probe under me. He started with his hands, and then used the fluorescent bulb toy I’d made, and then went on to the Mylar toys that he enjoys so much. Between the spanking and the violet wand on my ass, it became VERY ouchy.
After the scene, when we were walking around talking to people, I kept finding myself rubbing my sore ass! This had just been the warm up! I was a bit concerned about just how much I’d be able to take later on, if that had bothered me so.
We sat and watched an awesome scene in the main room (well, two at the same time). My favorite person to watch was beating two submissive women, and in the background was a very yummy hot wax scene. While we were watching that, BB took out the nipple clamps that he likes to hang from my nipple rings, clamped those on, and then began putting clothes pins on my breasts. When he decided to take them off, he used the same rhythm that the man who was beating the women was using, so it was odd… The pain in the same rhythm that the women being beaten were being given made it kind of surreal.
When the Dom moved on to aftercare of the two women, we walked around a bit then went on into the other building. We watched a lovely flogging/paddling scene, and then walked around some. We noticed that the only lockable room was available, and we’d never played in there. In the room, there’s an awesome bondage bed and a spanking horse. BB led me in there and secured me to the bed. He left me standing, but secured my wrists above my head.
He spanked and flogged me for a little while, and then I was getting very weak. The intensity of the leftover soreness from the previous spanking/violet wand scene, standing up while tired, and the tiredness made it harder for me to stand there! BB took mercy on me and released me. Of course, the mercy was short lived! He led me over to the spanking horse and had me climb up on it.
As soon as I was settled there, he set about beating my ass. He spanked it for a while, then moved to the floggers that he’d brought along, including the nasty evil one from Mexico. I really got into it. At some point, though (and forgive me if the order is a bit odd, my mind wasn’t all there at the time), he decided to get out the knife and do a bit of knife play. He scraped it along my back, leaving scratches that just barely broke the skin (not even enough for any bleeding at all, just a little soreness and scratches).
He decided after a bit that I’d had enough of that, and brought out the paddles, first the wooden one, which he used for a bit, then he got out the ping pong paddle. The ping pong paddle has become one of my favorites, as it doesn’t sting, but hurts deeply and gives a thuddy pain. BB beat my ass with that for a while, and then the handle broke! Fortunately, though, it didn’t keep him from being able to continue using it.
While he was beating me, I was screaming out in pain. I couldn’t get away, but I was squirming as much as possible on the horse! Fortunately, as someone had pointed out earlier, “Ow is NOT a safeword.” Since the pain was so intense, BB checked in with me often to make sure I was ok. He would ask if I wanted more, but would tell me that the proper answer was, “Yes, Daddy” before I answered. After a while, I had no idea what he was saying, I just didn’t want him to stop! Any time he said anything, I mumbled, “Yes, Daddy” and he’d go back to beating me.
When he decided I’d had enough for the scene, I was disappointed! I was in extreme pleasure/pain, and didn’t want it to end! Of course, when he told me I could get off the spanking horse, I tried, but was not able to stand up without help! I was so zoned out that I couldn’t stand up. He basically carried me over to the bondage bed, closed the door to the room, and laid there holding me until I came back to my senses some.
After a long while, we went out of the room. We stood around talking to some folks, but I was fading fast. I would have not realized it for a long while, but he decided he needed to take me home.
On the way home, the pain set in. It hurt to sit on the seat in the car! By the time we got home, the bruises were developing. When we got home, he took me upstairs and decided to have his way with me. The pain of the fucking was great, too. For the second time in less than a week, he fucked me with tears running down my face.
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