It’s my oldest, hardest limit. Being hit there….y’know…. there.
So ball busting, the BDSM practise where the Dominatrix kicks the submissive in his testicles, that’s never going to happen, right?
But what if it was to happen? Just once.
One step at a time, Elita led me to the very edge; she let me take a long, close look and then, gazing straight into my eyes, she pushed me over.
The intensity of the build up, the panic before the act itself, the desperation to overcome the sensations it caused; these were new extremes in our exploration of my masochism.
She has never taken better care of me, nor hurt me more
which, in a strange way, made this session perfect.
If you are not horrified by the very idea, or even if you are, you can read more about this intense, challenging and rewarding experience here.
More, though hopefully less extreme, sin here:
Limits are strange things aren’t they, we think they’re set in stone then something comes along and disturbs that balance!
Oh wow. Beautiful image though.
This is a beautiful photo, I almost thought it was an illustration at first. What a lovely documentation of a new experience.
Your post this week was a really eye-opening read so it’s good to see the accompanying photo. Xx
Must admit I do love to push my boundaries in the bedroom! I’m glad it was an overall good experience for you both.
Aurora x
I can see that she took good care of you . . . no shoes for your first time !!!
Xxx – K
Boundaries are interesting things.
I find this an extraordinary piece of writing as I suffered whilst reading and I am female. An intense blog post indeed
All i can think of is…there is a fine line between pleasure & pain.
Sounds like a positive experience …
Most of my hard limits are pretty set in stone but there have been some that started off as such (bleeding is one example) that have since moved onto the do it to me again and again list.
Mollyx
Beautiful. Words and image both. Well done to the to of you. 🙂