MISS HARDY’S SUBMISSION

A heavy BDSM session can be deeply affecting and sometimes I’ll walk out of the dungeon in a haze, barely able to believe what just happened. It might still be with me days later.

As a masochistic submissive, I’m now accustomed to these strong reactions to intense experiences and have ways to mitigate them. As a dominant, they are, or were, less familiar.

I had intended my Christmas present to myself to be a super-hot, kinky threesome role play in which I was to introduce “my” submissive, the wonderful Miss Donna Hardy to my beautiful Mistress. I have a thing for this specific session set-up. They hadn’t met, and I just knew that Miss Hardy’s elphin looks and air of vulnerability would bring out the very worst in Elita!

Donna was ill that day, leaving me to deal with the not so tender ministrations of my Mistress alone. Not wanting her to lose the income that she would have planned on, I arranged a solo session the following week.

Unusually for me, I am not driven to describe the detail of what transpired between us. However, it was intense, and beautiful and has had a lasting impact on me. Donna gave herself to me, really gave herself to me, letting me lead her deep into a session of impact play; deeper than I had expected to go; deeper I think, than she had been before.

Far into it, I handed control to her and she signalled she wanted more, and then some more, and still some more after that.

As in our first session, we reached the end together; no safe word, no question as to whether she had had enough. We both simply knew we had reached the end. I let her lie still for a long time afterwards, touching her gently. Once I’d untied her she kissed me so deeply and for so long it triggered surge after surge of emotion that I found myself bottling up, not feeling able to let it out.

After she’d gone I tidied the rental dungeon and walked to the tube station. Instead of starting the journey home, I sat in a nearby coffee shop, just drifting, lost inside myself, for more than an hour. Later I found myself in a bar at Kings Cross Station, drinking Gin and Tonic, still lost in the session.

“Had that really all just happened? Little Donna, who seems so fragile; had we really just done all that?”

The depths of her submission to me in the session had been so beautiful, so unexpected and so touching; her response afterwards so full of intimacy, affection and (this still makes me fill up, even now) so full of ‘gratitude’ that I didn’t know where to put the emotions running through me. I felt cast adrift and deeply alone. Eventually I sent this rather plaintive tweet, a first for me:

Anyone in London and want a drink?#justaskin

— Bibulous One (@BibulousOne) December 27, 2018

I was rescued by a very lovely lady called Jo, who overcame her understandable caution, and agreed to meet a strange man outside Camden Tube station and have a drink and a bite to eat with him.

“Thank you for not being a weirdo!” she said afterwards. Under the circumstances, I’ll take that!

Finally, I felt able to leave the dungeon and head back to the real world.

This from Miss Hardy the following day took me straight back there.

So darling, I fell asleep as soon as I got home and was completely dead to the world.

My bottom is looking fabulous, even now, I must say.

So, about yesterday afternoon, I really enjoyed it. Throughout the session I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take my ‘beating’ and when you asked me to choose 4 weapons of my own demise, I was certain I wouldn’t be able to.

I think it was the most intense CP experience I’ve had. As I’ve said before I enjoy the sensual element and dynamic we have as opposed to the overt “humiliation” and “degradation” that often comes BDSM xx

Our next meeting is in the book. I wonder what that holds for us both! I think I might just want to spend a couple of hours hugging and kissing.

Yeah. That would be nice.