Spankings and Laughs

There were parts of last night that I think Sir would have really liked and others that he would have been very WTF…

To anyone that reads this blog it’s no big secret that i like to mix sex with my BDSM. Don’t get me wrong a good maintenance spanking is sometimes needed to fix my atitude, but in the past my play partners and scenes have always had a very sexual aspect to them. This is in no small part do to the fact that most of them have also had swinging as a fetish.

Domme D is very much into impact, bondage and creative housework, og and lets not forget orgasm denial. I really thought the last one was due to her male subs need of it, but no, it’s all her.

I went through a rather large trunk of all kinds of toys and more cuffs and things than I’ve seen even in a NYC sex shop. There was a small pile of, nope never gonna happen that included a straight jacket and hood along with a single tail. then there was the pile of…I’ll try that and a small pile of bondage stuff for the maybe next time pile.

We had a nice discussion regarding communication and her counting fetish. If you think my OCD is bad, damn her’s is off the charts. We agreed to the 1-10 scale (Sir ‘s favorite), but used in a way for me to tell her the level I think she is at during play. So a 5 is ok, then she would ask if I wanted harder, making me say please. I would yell switch when I needed a different toy. It became a very long science experiment. She saw that pain wise I could take a beating equal to her sub in many ways. Also that my love of all things thuddy was very apparent in my body language. She laughed because when I really like something I make “chipmunk” sounds and if I’m really close to coming I stop my left foot. lol, I think I picked that up from Fet girl.

Every time I would start edging she would say, no don’t you come and then threaten me with some very unusual housework. I would laugh. It really was a getting to know likes and tolerance and parts were insanely funny. I hit subspace very lightly, trying to keep communicating so she wouldn’t stop.

She even asked the level of nudity I was comfortable with in the beginning, saying that she knows woman generally have many more body issues than men. I was so damn relieved, because the idea of being fully naked in front of her at this stage was horrifying.

When i had entered she was cooking a really amazing dinner for poorp. She mentioned that she told him she wanted steak and she would let him know when she was hungry. If we were still playing he would drop it at the door and go back out until she gave him permission to come back.

Our play was done and we sat in the livingroom chatting, drinking good wine and eating super dark chocolates. It was then that I realized one of the problems I have with Dom play partners is my inability to accept aftercare in a physical form. I just can’t. It feels wrong. It got me to thinking about all of the other times I’ve let someone other than Sir Dom me and the most I could stand was a long hug. I do fine with cuddles from a sub or switch female, but never a dom. I’ll figure that out one day.

Oh side note- almost forgot. There were two other things. First it wasn’t until yesterday that Sir and I realized this was the first time I was playing with a new person in private since her. That was back in August, so my nerves were even worse than normal. I’ve played in clubs and with the dancers, but clubs are a safe place for me and I always go with people to watch my back. The dancers I met thanks to Sir and I am extremely comfortable with them. They don’t have that “unknown” factor that last night did.

There was also a time that Domme D explained her like of bondage. poorp moves, like a lot and she needs to restrain him, so that he doesn’t get hurt. I told her no from the very beginning I was trained not to move. This wasn’t by Sir, but my ex-dom. It was right then that I remembered that’s where the last scene had gone wrong. I had moved. He could tell if I even flinched a small muscle in my ass. The good thing….I didn’t get triggered by that very sharp memory. She came back with a “I’m not that strict, I just don’t want to aim for you ass and get your ribs instead.” No more perfect words could have been said at that moment.

So back to the couch. We spoke of her work and funny gym stories. It was time for her to eat and she allowed poorp to come back home. He came in with a look of utter love on his face. Funny thing, for all of her talk of tormenting him, she looked at him the same way. She made a few purchases for him while he was away on vacation, one of them was “the secretary” spreader bar. So she showed him and put him in it to serve her her meal. He did pretty well. We also talked about his chastity device. For the first time I was not at all uncomfortable around a male slave. As she sat to eat I felt it was the right time to leave. saying good bye and thank you, with promises of more play in the future.

It was time for the long trip home, luck was on my side and the trains were running well since it was still rather early. Btw…..where they lived was breathtaking, I mean absolutely amazing, I got lost trying to find the right elevator.

As usual I tried to give Sir a run down, but my body filled with all of the after scene chemicals, it was shitty at best. Back home with the pups walked I crawled into bed, very sore and happy to be tucked in.