This is a continuation of my previous post about a playdate I had with CK a few days ago. Go ahead, read that one first, then come back here.
Ready now? Good.
CK focused on my ass with his open hand and with my heavy leather flogger, and it wasn’t long before I knew that he wasn’t going to take it easy on me at all. At this point, I have to admit I was a little nervous, even though I’d told him I wanted to push my limits more. I have no clue at this point exactly where my limits and tolerances are, and I’m still learning what I enjoy. My friends (mostly SC and CK) have been very good about keeping an eye on me and making sure I don’t bite off too much at once. But every once in a while we step things up…
Once he felt that my bottom had been warmed up enough (very very red, a couple of welts already forming), CK stood me up and made sure I could move around adequately with the long ankle chain without falling over in an embarassing manner. Then he had me kneel in front of him.
While I knelt there, he laid out all of my floggers on the floor before me, then sat down on the love seat. “Pick out the ones you want me to use on you.” I glanced up and started to respond, and he said “Point ‘em out with your nose.” and grinned. I snickered at him and asked if I could kind of point in the general direction because I wanted him to use all of them, and he shook his head and said “Nope. Each one.”. I laughed, called him an asshole, and did what he asked (with a modicum of grace, even). He grinned as he moved the floggers out of the way and connected my wrist cuffs to the rings on the collar, then had me lean over until I was on knees and elbows. After that, he started in on me with rhythmic percussive heavy flogging, and I relaxed under the blows like I was getting a massage.
My recollection of the timing of the events that night is a little off, I think. The energy of the scene was very chaotic and random, and that kept me on edge; most other times we’ve played I’ve been able to zone out and simply go with the sensations, and during this one I was (at least mostly) in my own head the whole time. At one point CK pulled me to my feet, kissed me roughly and turned me to face away from him. Then he started to bite my neck, back and shoulders.
Biting is one of those things that I simply can’t explain, but I like it. CK does too, so it works out well. When he bites, he bites hard, and leaves masses of bruises, and I love every second of it. My responses feed his actions, and I usually end up a quivering puddle by the time he’s done. That night, he started biting harder than he normally does and just got more intense from there.
If it gets to be too much, I tell him, and he backs off; that’s the normal dynamic. If he’s too into his own headspace to hear me the first time, I’ll simply grab him and move his head. Simple. This time, he didn’t let himself get that far into his own head so he could be more alert to my reactions and words, and he backed off whenever I said “too much”. I started feeling overwhelmed and for some reason couldn’t find the words to express it, and suddenly tears started flowing.
It was incredibly odd for me; I’m not a crier by nature. Not around other people, and not without some kind of pretty big reason. So I was a little floored and confused. CK noticed the change in my breathing, stopped what he was doing and turned me around in concern. He kissed me, wiped the tears away, hugged me tight, and asked if I was okay. Odd thing was, I didn’t really know. Yes, I’d felt overwhelmed, but the tears didn’t feel like they were coming from a negative headspace at all…I could converse just like any other time, assured him that I was okay and that I really had no idea exactly why I was crying. I convinced him that I was okay, that I really did want to keep going, and that I really didn’t know where the tears were coming from. He questioned me a little more, snuggled me and kissed me and wiped away more tears, then started back in with the biting…
…and the tears started again. I was floored. CK stopped again, now very concerned. He again questioned me to make sure I was okay, and I told him again: yes, I was crying, but no, it’s not from a negative headspace. I had no idea what was causing it. He petted me, hugged and kissed me, and I again convinced him that I was okay.
We changed things up after that, and things blurred a little bit after that; at one point he had me bent over the arm of the love seat, legs spread, while he started back in with the floggers. At one point he changed to the cutting board paddle that I mentioned in an earlier pervertibles post, and oh my freakin god that hurt. Awesome. With a couple of the floggers, he actually took a few shots at my pussy, which was new to me. At least twice he made direct contact with my clit with a stingy flogger…and damn, it hurt, but it felt amazingly good too. At some point he used a lightweight toy on my breasts; also new, and also a lot of fun.
I finally warned CK that I needed to sit down before I fell down, and he realized I was done. He sat me down on the love seat, got me a blanket and a glass of water, and sat with me to cuddle and talk about everything that had happened.
We’ve actually started doing that after almost every scene; we talk about what we each got out of it, what we liked, what we didn’t, what we want to try next time, and I enjoy it immensely. After talking it over, we came to the conclusion that the tears were probably a cathartic release of a lot of pretty overwhelming stress that I’ve been building up for most of a year. It confused me at the time and worried CK quite a bit, but I felt amazingly good afterward.
All in all a very successful and fun scene; five days later, I still have bruises. Big ones. My ass is an mass of bruises.
Can’t wait for next time…
