What a nice way to warm up!
I came home from work a bit late yesterday, so BB was already home. He greeted me at the door with a very evil look in his eyes. It was one of those you’re-mine-and-I’m going-to-hurt-you-and-make-you-like-it looks. Before I could even say hello, he grabbed my hair, pulled it hard, and bit me on the back of the neck. If my hands were not full, I would have melted on the spot! He kissed me, gave me that look again, then let go of my hair. After that he proceeded to help me put everything down that I’d been holding.
He was normal the rest of the evening, helping sweetly with the things we needed to do, playing with our son, etc. After the munchkin went to bed, we had dinner and looked at some ads online, as our playmates for this weekend have gotten sick, and we really want to play with others again soon.
When we’d finished perusing the ads (and responding to a few) he asked how I was feeling. I was fine, but was immediately made nervous by the question. I said I was fine, and asked him what he had in mind. He said he wanted to hurt me (as I suspected) and asked if I had anything in mind. I said it would be nice to be zapped, I think (with the violet wand), since it had been a while. He said that he’d been thinking of warming me up instead. When he mentioned that, I immediately got quite wet and squishy. I almost didn’t want to admit it, but just the suggestion of it made me very hot! He then leaned down and whispered just one word in my ear…. “fire”
After a moment, and seeing my reaction, he did it again. I said I thought that would be wonderful, so he set about getting the supplies ready: The fire wands I’d made him (chopsticks with cotton string tied to it to absorb the alcohol), a bowl of rubbing alcohol, a candle (lit), a bowl of ice, a wet cloth, and a dry cloth to absorb alcohol later on. He told me to get ready, so I stripped down, and went into the kitchen (right now that’s the only real place that we have that’s suitable for fire play).
I leaned over the counter, moved my hair out of the way, and he started off with a lit wand over my back. He rubbed the burning wand all up and down my back, which felt very scary, but warm, not hot. When he tired of this, he began lightly hitting my back with the lit wand. Sometimes, that left a spot burning for a moment or two. Not long, as he wiped the fire out very quickly. Soon, he started using two wands at once. This was a bit scarier, but still not really painful.
Then BB decided to turn up the heat, so to speak. He soaked a wand in the alcohol for a while, then used it to spread alcohol over my back in patterns he thought would be pretty to see burn. He lit the alcohol with the other wand, and watched the fire run up my back in the pattern he’d drawn. He followed it up with his hand, so that the flames would be put out quickly, so he would not actually burn my skin.
After a while of this, he made me look up at the flaming wand. That was so hot. My mind didn’t like the thought of being burned, but I knew that I love the fire play.
At this point, he switched to ice so that it would cool down the heated skin, and that in itself feels even more intense than the fire. When the hot is followed by the cold it makes it hard to tell the difference! He also used the wet rag gently on my back to soothe. But I didn’t stay soothed for too long!
Again, he decided to turn up the heat another notch. He used a rag this time to dip the alcohol so that he could get more coverage with it. He rubbed it on my back in a pattern, lit it, and repeated this. At some point, he decided to puddle a bit in the middle of my back and light that. It hurt more because it burned longer. It must have been wonderous to see, because he did this several times. After the last time, I gave him the “yellow” (safeword to let him know that I’m fine, but I need to pause for a second and communicate). It was the first time I’ve ever used that, but it worked out well. I let him know that I had a “hot spot” in the middle of my back, but that the rest was ok. BB used this information to decide to go back to smacking me with the fire wands, and this time he moved a bit lower. He started smacking my ass with the lit wands. It hurt much more on my ass than on my back! It was extremely intense! After a while of this, he decided that it was time to stop with the fire for the night, and hugged me for a while. I was feeling weak, and found it very hard to stand up!
We went on upstairs to the bedroom, and he had me lie on my front on the bed. He proceeded to spank my already sensitive ass! He used the paddle and the wooden spoon. Even the slightest smack hurt like he was beating me hard! Soon, I was begging him to stop. He stopped for a moment, and began fingering me. I immediately started squirting, so he hit me while he was fingering me. I squirted more. He seemed to like this game, so he repeated it a few times! Each time, I was BEGGING him to stop. I wanted to just have an orgasm without the smackings! After a bit, I was so frustrated and it was so intense for me that I began to cry. This still didn’t deter BB! He was going for intensity, and he knows that intensity sometimes brings about crying. The knowledge that I had gotten to that point (according to him) was very hot. He changed quickly from fingering me to fucking me. With each stroke, my already overly sensitive and sore ass hurt more. I cried a bit more. When he’d finished, he held me for a long time until the crying stopped, telling me how much he loved me and making sure I was ok. We talked happily about the intensity, and how I was extremely relaxed from the experience.
He was normal the rest of the evening, helping sweetly with the things we needed to do, playing with our son, etc. After the munchkin went to bed, we had dinner and looked at some ads online, as our playmates for this weekend have gotten sick, and we really want to play with others again soon.
When we’d finished perusing the ads (and responding to a few) he asked how I was feeling. I was fine, but was immediately made nervous by the question. I said I was fine, and asked him what he had in mind. He said he wanted to hurt me (as I suspected) and asked if I had anything in mind. I said it would be nice to be zapped, I think (with the violet wand), since it had been a while. He said that he’d been thinking of warming me up instead. When he mentioned that, I immediately got quite wet and squishy. I almost didn’t want to admit it, but just the suggestion of it made me very hot! He then leaned down and whispered just one word in my ear…. “fire”
After a moment, and seeing my reaction, he did it again. I said I thought that would be wonderful, so he set about getting the supplies ready: The fire wands I’d made him (chopsticks with cotton string tied to it to absorb the alcohol), a bowl of rubbing alcohol, a candle (lit), a bowl of ice, a wet cloth, and a dry cloth to absorb alcohol later on. He told me to get ready, so I stripped down, and went into the kitchen (right now that’s the only real place that we have that’s suitable for fire play).
I leaned over the counter, moved my hair out of the way, and he started off with a lit wand over my back. He rubbed the burning wand all up and down my back, which felt very scary, but warm, not hot. When he tired of this, he began lightly hitting my back with the lit wand. Sometimes, that left a spot burning for a moment or two. Not long, as he wiped the fire out very quickly. Soon, he started using two wands at once. This was a bit scarier, but still not really painful.
Then BB decided to turn up the heat, so to speak. He soaked a wand in the alcohol for a while, then used it to spread alcohol over my back in patterns he thought would be pretty to see burn. He lit the alcohol with the other wand, and watched the fire run up my back in the pattern he’d drawn. He followed it up with his hand, so that the flames would be put out quickly, so he would not actually burn my skin.
After a while of this, he made me look up at the flaming wand. That was so hot. My mind didn’t like the thought of being burned, but I knew that I love the fire play.
At this point, he switched to ice so that it would cool down the heated skin, and that in itself feels even more intense than the fire. When the hot is followed by the cold it makes it hard to tell the difference! He also used the wet rag gently on my back to soothe. But I didn’t stay soothed for too long!
Again, he decided to turn up the heat another notch. He used a rag this time to dip the alcohol so that he could get more coverage with it. He rubbed it on my back in a pattern, lit it, and repeated this. At some point, he decided to puddle a bit in the middle of my back and light that. It hurt more because it burned longer. It must have been wonderous to see, because he did this several times. After the last time, I gave him the “yellow” (safeword to let him know that I’m fine, but I need to pause for a second and communicate). It was the first time I’ve ever used that, but it worked out well. I let him know that I had a “hot spot” in the middle of my back, but that the rest was ok. BB used this information to decide to go back to smacking me with the fire wands, and this time he moved a bit lower. He started smacking my ass with the lit wands. It hurt much more on my ass than on my back! It was extremely intense! After a while of this, he decided that it was time to stop with the fire for the night, and hugged me for a while. I was feeling weak, and found it very hard to stand up!
We went on upstairs to the bedroom, and he had me lie on my front on the bed. He proceeded to spank my already sensitive ass! He used the paddle and the wooden spoon. Even the slightest smack hurt like he was beating me hard! Soon, I was begging him to stop. He stopped for a moment, and began fingering me. I immediately started squirting, so he hit me while he was fingering me. I squirted more. He seemed to like this game, so he repeated it a few times! Each time, I was BEGGING him to stop. I wanted to just have an orgasm without the smackings! After a bit, I was so frustrated and it was so intense for me that I began to cry. This still didn’t deter BB! He was going for intensity, and he knows that intensity sometimes brings about crying. The knowledge that I had gotten to that point (according to him) was very hot. He changed quickly from fingering me to fucking me. With each stroke, my already overly sensitive and sore ass hurt more. I cried a bit more. When he’d finished, he held me for a long time until the crying stopped, telling me how much he loved me and making sure I was ok. We talked happily about the intensity, and how I was extremely relaxed from the experience.
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