So far, all my guest posts have come from “men-who-see-Dommes” with obvious parallels to my own part-hidden kinky life. Here is something a little different. Lyra popped into my DM’s just a week or so ago, telling me how my exploration of my masochism, which is at the heart of my blog, had helped her build up the confidence to explore her own. In order to do so, Lyra has become that much rarer animal: a submissive woman who sees a male professional Dom.
Reading Lyra’s first few story’s, published as a series of tweets, I was torn between two reactions:
Oh My God, that’s intensely hot
Oh My God, I hope she’s safe
I still worry about her, but offered to connect her with folk with more experience.
Show her all the comment love if you like her writing.
Here is Lyra’s story:
(English is Lyra’s second language so I’ve edited a few words but this is pretty much as she wrote it)
I shaved, wore my black lace underwear, put on makeup, jeans and a sexy top. I was at his flat by 7 pm. I stopped at the door, took a deep breath and opened the door. He was in another room. He’d laid his toys out so I could see them, cane, paddles, straps, butt plug, vibrator, dildo. I left the envelope on the kitchen counter, took my clothes off and by the time I walked into his arena he was standing there without his shirt.
S is tall and rather big, he was showered and shaved, he has a nice tanned skin with piercing, wondering blue eyes. We hugged. The hug is a trust code, something like a consent form between us. He turned me around, put my hands behind my head, pulled down my underwear, inserted a fat dildo, wrapped a rough itchy rope around it to keep the toy inside. I was wet and panting from fear and excitement. He then sat me down, strapped my hands behind me, strapped my legs open, took nipple clamps and told me to breathe deeply, and then it was pain, bolting hot pain in my nipple, I was breathing heavily, I was confused. He said bear with it, the endorphin will show up soon.
He took another clamp, for the other nipple. Pain, hot and confusing, I curved, he liked it, added two clothes pegs to each nipple, I curved my back further, I was floating in pain and endorphin. Breathe for me, he stroked my nipples with the riding crop and horse tail whip. I breathed the pain in, I was lost in pleasure and pain, I was drained. Deep breath, he took off the clamps and bit my nipples hard, one at a time. I was drowning in pain.
He released me from my straps and bent me over the spanking bench.
“I’m going to prepare you for the cane now”.
He put on gloves, rubbed lubricant on my asshole, pushed his finger in;
“Ah, you’re so tight and delicious,”
He pushed his finger deeper. I moaned, I moaned louder with every push, he took his finger out and pushed the plug in, take it, take it for me and keep it there. If it comes out I’ll have a bigger one for you. I was panting hard, I was completely lost, no thoughts, no feelings, just pain and pleasure of it. He started smacking my ass cheeks hard, one at a time, then paddled my backside, then strapped it nicely, I yelled and kicked. Keep the plug in I said. I squeezed my cheeks, he spanked my backside harder, I was out of breath.
“Now, I’m going to give you 6 strokes with this cane. You’ll have a couple of seconds between each stroke to do whatever you want. Then you’ll get back to the position, head down, hands down, ass arched, if you don’t, I’ll add another stroke. Understood?”
Yes.
“Head down I said, arch your back”.
Then it came, sudden, bold, boiling hot pain, I was shocked, I opened my mouth, where’s my voice, I was panting. By the fourth stroke I couldn’t breathe anymore, I covered my mouth with my free hand, leaning on my elbow.
I whispered, “God it hurts”
He came and stood behind me and examined my backside, admired his workmanship, rubbed my skin.
“Beautiful”, he said. I reached out and held his hand and squeezed it tightly.
“How many strokes left?”
“Two”.
” Yes, deep breath now”.
By the last one I was screaming and panting, he almost broke me. Almost.
“You did very well, Lyra. Now keep the plug in”.
I almost forgot about it. He brought the vibrator and put it right on my clitoris, moved the plug in and out, I was shivering and panting. I got very close but I didn’t orgasm. He moved away the vibrator and slowly took the plug out. I lay on the spanking bench floating in and out my consciousness. He rubbed my back, pulled my hair and lifted my head and whispered into my ear: “you did very well, very well, now come down slowly and bend over my knees. We’re not done, not yet”.
He sat on the couch and pulled me over his knees and started spanking my backside viciously. I took it all in, I let myself go, smacks were coming, he slowed down and counted the cane marks loudly, he stopped spanking me and let me lie there. I got up feeling dizzy and light, he held me tightly, I rested my head on his naked shoulder and closed my eyes. Minutes passed, I was feeling high and joyful, no dull moment in our play, we smoked pot and chatted about BDSM. I was feeling hungry, I was exhausted, I needed to rest. I helped S clean up, hugged him, dressed and left his flat, floated back home in the cold rainy night.
Here are some words from Lyra about her relationship with S: “I’ve known S for several years. He’s a well known professional in BDSM community here and he’s been interviewed several times on the subject of BDSM. He also holds workshops on BDSM activities and their safe practices. The first time I met him we didn’t play, we met in a coffee shop and we talked. Next, he emailed me a list of BDSM activities where I could indicate which ones I want to try and which ones are absolutely out. He gave me a safe word and he told me he knows first aid and he’s skilled in treating panic attacks. He gave me references and kinky testimonies of his past and present play partners. He’s a respectful person who has never pushed me beyond my limits and never has crossed my boundaries.”
So there you have it. Quite a story, I thought. Please welcome Lyra to the online kinky community!
Post script: it has later transpired that the Dom in this scene is a sadistic bully. I may publish more of Lyra’s story if and when she feels able to tell it
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How cool that she was able to explore this, though I wish the negotiations had come in front so the worry was less. And to have that trust broken woth the last few lines sucks
I think there was so much not said in the initial piece – like safewords – that made it an uncomfortable read. The addendum made me feel happier and then I read your bit on the end. I’m happy Lyra has connected with you and the wider community, as perspective really helps.
As I read this, my concern for Lyra’s safety was strong, but when I read Lyra’s words at the end, about knowing this Dom for many years, I think that our concern might come from the words Lyra uses in her piece, which makes things seem much harsher and at time unsafe. Sometimes things can get lost in translation. That said, I love that Lyra wants to share her story and I hope we will read more about her experiences 🙂
Rebel xox
I thought this was so intense, vulnerable and yet her enjoyment of the whole experience shone through. I’m glad you’ve taken her under your wing a little, and delighted she feels able to share. Thank you Lyra and thanks Bib1.