Not all canes are created equal and this one was an absolute bastard.
(The story of how I came to be in this uncomfortable position starts here)
I had know it was going to be this cane ever since I arrived in Elita’s beautiful apartment. I hadn’t known I was going to be caned by her man until a few minutes before it happened.
It was hard, this. Really quite hard.
The feeling afterwards was of having survived and of having glimpsed a new level in my exploration of BDSM, one that will require some application and dedication to attain.
I wonder if I’m up for it.
For real sadists, voyeurs or, indeed, for masochists who want to raise their pulse rate, here is a little video from the caning.
Yeah.
Ouch.
Lots of ouch.
More Sunday sin here:
I’m not usually much of a caning voyeur but that video is mesmerising!
Wow. I’m speechless after that video. I can’t even wrap my mind around the ouch of that, and I’m a bit of a cane slut.
On another topic (sort of) I am curious about the mental space of having her man Top you, how that affected you (if it did, other than the obvious physical aspect.)
Hi Jade. Thanks for the lovely comment. My thoughts about playing with Him are probably best captured here: http://painaspleasure.com/2017/05/02/sexuality-and/
B1
Goodness . . . I’m sure you were left black and . . . blue !!!
Xxx – K
Wincing and high-fiving you at the same time!
Gosh, that video! Oh my… the way your skin moves on impact. Brilliant. And OUCH!
Rebel xox
Love the photo and the video is a nice touch.
I have loved reading and thinking about these posts. That flex in the cane. I had such a strong reaction to the thought of that thwack. Wow! Ouch! I’m coming back for more.
Ohhhhhh yes ouch with a capital O. That is an amazing video though
Mollyx
I catch my breath each time I watch that vid, but I’ve watched it a few times. I love the blue light in this image too. Beautifully dark on several levels.
Missy x