THREESOME – part 2 – pain and pleasure

I knew I was in trouble when Elita stepped out of her heels. It is quite possible to deliver a serious caning using the wrist alone, especially if you have selected a suitably whippy cane. But to deliver a real beating, the whole torso comes into play, the power of the stroke coming from the turn of the upper body against a firm platform formed by the wide stance of the feet. Tall “Domme” heels undermine this stability.

I’m pretty sure Elita learned these things from her man and I know from bitter experience he’s an absolute bastard with a cane. So, lying on top of Katie, who was on the spanking bench having already been caned herself, I knew I was in for a beating.

Let me back up a bit.

A male dom might hire two submissives for the delights of punishing them together, enjoying their interplay. A male submissive might hire two dommes, exposing himself to their combined ministrations. My choice however, is to play with a dominant AND a submissive, and be caught between the two; punished by one while punishing the other.

This is why I found myself in a rental dungeon with Mistress Elita and American submissive Katie.

In part 1 we left Katie tied to a bench, bottom in the air, exposed to the detailed inspection of the newly arrived Mistress Elita. My recall of the subsequent hour or so is not complete but comes in the form of a series of short clips of memory:

Elita gives me a riding crop and tells me to beat Katie while she prepares her strap-on. I give her a light, experimental slap with the whip. “Harder”, instructs Elita. More smacks. I love the yelps Katie makes each time I hit her tight little bottom, working all  over it with sharp, stinging blows. I make room for Elita who penetrates her from behind, instructing Katie to take my cock in her mouth. I know the ‘older man turned on by lesbian sex’ thing is a cliché but I defy anyone not to find this erotic. Elita, all sleek, lace clad, beauty, fucking the petite submissive from behind while she in turn sucks my cock. It’s a challenge not to come. Katie does come, letting herself go in a gasping shaking orgasm.

Katie and I are standing, connected to each other by harsh nipple clips. Katie looks deep into my eyes, enjoying my reactions as Elita whips me, letting  her nine tailed leather whip wrap round my arse. We swap positions. Shared pain is such a thing for me. Katie’s reaction, the way she gasps, screwing her beautiful face up, as the whip cuts into her bottom is erotic to me. By the time it’s my turn again I’m high on her pain as well as mine and, as Elita whips me harder and harder, I get lost in it, not wanting it to end, enjoying Katie’s concern as she tells me I’ve taken enough.

The bed. Elita’s strapon is back on but this time it’s for me. Hard. Fast. Deep. No love-making, this. This is fucking; hard, driving fucking and, painful though it is, I want all of it, my immersion in the session becoming deeper with each thrust. Katie is kissing me. The contrast between the violence being visited upon me at one end of the bed and the tender mouth to mouth kissing at the other is delicious. Elita withdraws and has Katie lie under me. Penetrative sex is such a rare and beautiful thing for me but this is more than that; an ancient fantasy given violent, erotic life. Elita is whipping then caning me while I move in and out of Katie. It’s a perfect maelstrom of pain and pleasure; A feast for the senses; the sight of Katie moving under me, her smell, her sounds as I fuck her, the sounds of the whip and the sharp pain that drives me into Katie each time it lands. My God, this is hot!

Katie over the spanking bench. I’m holding a cane. Elita instructs me to give her six firm strokes. Her bottom, already red from the earlier whipping, is such a beautifully tempting target. I strike it firmly with the cane, enjoying her squeal and the thin red line it leaves behind. I strike her again just above the first mark, then again. I forget about Elita. This is between me and and Katie now, she has 100% of my focus and my energy. I give her three more strokes, each a little harder than the one before; not a game, this is a proper caning. Six isn’t enough; this is too hot, too real, too intense and I’m too caught up in the heat of the moment to be finished, so I carry on. In fact I beat her. Three more stokes, four, five; hard cane strokes across the centre of her bottom until she’s yelling and squirming over the bench.

I know what I’ve done. Inexperienced Dom that I am, I’ve lost control in mid session, going far past the number of strokes set by Elita. There can only be one possible response from her and it won’t be pretty. I lean over on top of Katie, feeling the heat from her beaten backside against my thighs. Elita takes her shoes off, lines up her thicker, heavier cane and she beats me. Not groups with little pauses for recovery as she normally does; eighteen strokes, delivered one after the other with force, pain building with each stroke. But she doesn’t stop there, following up with maybe a dozen strokes delivered fast and hard. But I know I deserve it so I suck it all up and take it. I take it till I’m breathing heavily, sweating into Katie’s back from the effort of staying down. This is punishment; harsh, brutal, relentless. And when it’s done, when I am letting my breathing calm down, believing it’s over, Elita suprises me with another dozen strokes. Finally, broken, I give her the safeword she’s looking for.

When the beating was over I lay still on top of Katie for a few moments, feeling her body under mine as I absorbed the waves of pain. When I finally stood up Elita hugged me, as she likes to after a harsh caning, and I enjoyed her closeness, breathing into her shoulder and her hair.

It had been so intense, so erotic; the extremes of pain and pleasure so emotionally cathartic that the session is still with me now, undiminished, a week later.

As those familiar with my blog might have guessed, my caning of Katie was not an irresponsible breach of the rules but a Concesual Non Consent scene, agreed days before. Katie knew I as going to beat her that way and, submissive masochist that she is, had been positively excited about the idea. Similarly I knew Elita was going to give me a thrashing in response. These games require communication and trust, lots of trust. Don’t think though that this pre-session negotiation robbed the scene of its intensity. I had let myself go, beating Katie with real conviction and it was thrilling to be able to do so. And Elita’s response? Well that felt pretty bloody real too!

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