YOU HURT ME!
Yup. It’s a strange thing for a submissive masochist to say after a session with a Dominatrix. Elita hurting me is, after all, the primary dynamic of our sessions. But this time it felt different for me.
Perhaps it was going into the session only ten minutes after finishing a long, relaxed lunch with a twitter friend. I had no time for preparation, no time to generate the right amount of protective adrenaline. Perhaps it wasn’t that at all; perhaps she really did hurt me.
It wasn’t a complicated session: the new “Hydra” whip that some idiot had bought her (OK it was me), a beating with a thick, sturdy cane and some hard nipple play. She finished with sensual play with my cock.
You’ll look at the images below, the blood on the cane, the broken skin, and assume that it was the CP that got through to me. It was hard, properly challenging, just as I like it, but I never felt really out of control with it.
No, on this occasion it was the way she’d worked on my nipples with her fingers and her teeth that had me sat in a corner of the casino half an hour later, not playing cards but just curled up inside myself, a bit lost. I can’t really explain why it seemed so hard.
Like I say, she hurt me.
None of this is any type of complaint. It was a great session and I actually relished that post session feeling of having been tested; relief that it had ended mingling with regret; just letting myself drift for a while in quiet contemplation, reliving our short hour together.
At one point Elita had been sat astride me, biting my left nipple hard until I was twisting and turning under her. Then, as she moved across to work on the other nipple, she swung her long, lustrously dark hair behind her head and over to the other side of her beautiful face to keep it out of the way. Each time she changed from one side to the other she performed this same elegant and supremely feminine, movement. It was the simplest act, but it was as hot as fuck. No, really! It got me every time she did it.
The whipping and caning had been painful perfection. At one level, Corporal Punishment is something that is done by the Domme to the submissive. But good CP, really good CP, always feels like a shared, creative act; an intense drama for two players, each drawing strength from their partner, daring themselves and each other to take the performance to the next level. This session was, to me at least, full of that deliciously intense interaction.
But yes, she did hurt me.
I love it when Elita shows me my blood on her cane. It’s hot to me on all kinds of kinky levels: her delight in it; the feeling of having gifted her the opportunity to do something so extreme; my own pride at having taken our game that far.
But it always makes me shiver a bit too.
Here’s a post with my intense but conflicted reactions to the first time I saw blood on the cane.
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