There was such kinky energy in the room. And it seemed to stay there for the full three hours of our rental period. Even then it wasn’t enough. Why is it that the perfect duration of a kink session is always one hour more than the time you have rented the dungeon for? I hate that!
The set-up been requested by full time kinkster and occasional Bibulous playmate, Honey, and she brought along her equally delicious kinky friend, Rosie. Honey likes to top with some of her friends but, as she described in her excellent post, lacks both the confidence to really project herself as a Domme and the technique to deliver the treatment she feels her friends deserve.
I was flattered that she asked for a session where I give her some pointers in both directions. My immediate reaction was a mild attack of imposter syndrome, but I recognise that I have taken quite a bit from my many sessions with professional Dominatrixes and submissives. I also knew that my natural style of sensual domination would suit Honey so I swallowed any misgivings and signed up as Tutor in the Dark Arts. (Yes, I know the correct Harry Potter reference is Tutor in defence Against The Dark Arts. Please don’t @ me)
OK, some honesty here. I’ve re-read that paragraph seeking out and exterminating typos, and it really is utter bollocks. OF COURSE I immediately jumped at the chance to play with these two kinky sirens. If they want me to talk about what I’m doing while I’m doing it, I’m good with that! Hell yes! Bring it on!
Honey described the session really well here and Rosie did a better job than I could of capturing the hotness but here are a few snapshots, moments that made it a truly special and joyous bit of kink for me.
The start. Alone with Rosie. She kneels beautifully in front of me. I calmly explain her role in the session and its rules, looking directly into her eyes as I do so. I tell her how special she is for gifting this session, which can’t be about her, to her friend. I call Honey in and show how I would start a session, demonstrating the importance of the transition from the mundanity of the real world to the gloriously heightened sensuality of kink. I touch Rosie, kiss her and adjust her position by pulling her nipples til she is exactly as I want her. Every move, every word, every subtle change of expression is designed to set the dynamic between us for the next few hours. My dominant seeks and finds her submissive, and subtly, beautifully and with perfect grace, she wordlessly offers herself to me. It’s beautiful.
Honey’s transformation. I start off thinking this isn’t going to work. I’m worried because Honey can be down on herself and if she doesn’t get past her nervous giggles this is going to descend into farce and she’ll beat herself up about it. I clip Rosie to a frame made of thick chains, facing us. I hurt her a bit, dominating her, pushing her deeper into submission to make her ready.. I tell Honey I want her to prepare Rosie so she can receive the harsh nipple clips without wincing in pain. I’ve already got Rosie halfway there but Honey goes to work on her nipples with enthusiasm. Rosie’s responses are beautiful and I see the exact moment when Honey realises she is responsible for them. A little harder: her mouth opens and she breathes deeply. A little softer; her eyes open and she looks lovingly at the source of her beautiful. sensual pain. I see Honey rejoice in this control and I pass her a wand vibrator so she can stir a little pleasure into Rosie’s pain. I watch quietly from the other side of the room, proud of my two friends for the beautiful kinky moment they are creating.
My belt. I’m demonstrating how to use the belt. I show three different options: half the belt folded over and used as a spanking tool; the flat end of it used carefully to whip Rosie’s upper back and, of course, the full belt, doubled over for the classic belting on the bottom. Rosie’s lying down and I alternate with Honey, each time trying to give Honey the confidence to get her body behind a full swing, but she’s struggling to find the inner strength and co-ordination required. Finally she gets there and with a loud, solid smacking sound, sends a perfect streak of fire across Rosie’s beautiful bottom, eliciting a moan that is made up half of pain and half of the purest, most exquisitely sexual, pleasure. Honey lands half a dozen more full blows with the same reaction. I decide to make this about Rosie for a few minutes and take the belt, swinging the full length of it. However hard I swing it, her reactions stay at half sex and half pain. In the end I am thrashing Rosie’s backside as hard as I can with my heavy leather belt. Real, full-on, visceral violence. It’s raw and brutal. The part of me that watches from the other side of the room when I do this stuff to make sure everyone is safe, seriously considers stepping in. And Rosie? When her breathing returns to normal (I’ll be honest it took a while) she looks up at me in a trance-like state and breathes, so softly I can barely hear: “Fucking Awesome!”
Honey’s thrashing. I realise we’re running short of time and to give Honey what she wants, I need time to prepare her. The one time I’ve made her break down before, it came at the end of two hours of gradual escalation. This time she’s approaching it from a completely different head-space. I check she still wants this, using the formal “Do I have your consent…” language as this is no time for ambiguity. I work her over with my hand and a strap, not trying to punish or really hurt her, but trying to help her find her masochistic inner self, and find the place she needs to get to inside herself when it starts to get serious. Only when I feel she is ready, does the big stick come out. I formally ask for her consent one final time, gong one step further and making her ask me to do this to her. Half of me wants her to say no. My mouth is dry and my heart beating fast. I actually feel a bit sick. I’m hyper alert, all my senses tingling with anticipation, perhaps even fear, for what I am about to do. I feel my focus narrowing as a leopard’s does before the final leap onto its prey.
“Please beat me” she asks in a strong, certain voice.
And I do. I give it to her and keep on giving it to her til she breaks down and begs me to stop.
Fuck. Fuckety Fucking Fuck.
It was unbelievably fucking intense. When it was over I held her tightly for a long time, letting her come back to me at her own pace from the place I had sent her. Honey is absolutely fucking amazing. She still carries the stripes I gave her like a badge of honour and you should go see them on her twitter feed.
There is beauty in this as well as violence. Not everyone would see it but we do. Rosie saw it too.
But fuck, it’s intense to do that to a friend.
After all this we went for expensive burgers and cheap bubbles. All three of us were high as kites, all full of “gosh, did that really happen” and talking over each other and touching and laughing. I once did a really tough off-piste ski run in bad conditions with two friends and a mountain guide. This was how we were in the bar afterwards; high on shared experience; feeling like survivors.
I asked them both what really resonated with them. As I expected, for Honey (who was forbidden from choosing her own beating) it was the moment Rosie first fully accepted her dominance and reacted to it as a submissive. But Rosie bowled me over when she said that, much as she had LOVED the brutal belting, it was the quiet moments kneeling in front of me offering me her submission that had most affected her. What a beautiful thing to be told. They had affected me too.
And what of the aftermath of Honey’s beating? She dropped a bit afterwards as I would have done, and I talked with her a lot and set up a bread making day at my place. You can’t play like this and not expect a reaction but I think she’s through that now. I’d love to be a fly on the wall next time she has one of her friends submit to her. If that’s going to be you, all I would say is this:
“Look out when she picks up the belt!”
It was such an amazing privilege to play with these two beautiful kinksters.
But fuck, it was intense.
There was a fourth player with us, but not quite in the room. My relationship with my pocket pervert has grown in depth and breadth since I came back from Vegas, and we’re hoping to meet again. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this session in that context and was unsure how she would feel. I needn’t have worried.
“That sounds so hot. Will there be pictures?” was her reaction. A special case, this one. A very special case.
With the enthusiastic consent of Honey and Rosie, I sent her pictures during the session and a video afterward so she wouldn’t feel disconnected while I was playing with others. If anything it has made us closer, with a deeper understanding of the outer extremities of each other’s kinks. However she now worries about what I can do with a cane.
She’s quite right to do so. I can do a lot with a cane.
The venue for all this kinky fun was Facilty X, an amazing kinky play space just North of London’s city centre. I can’t recommend it highly enough. It’s spacious, beautifully equipped and very well run. This was a first visit but I will definitely be back.
Sounds like a beautiful connection was developed. In jealous of this involved. So well described and great to get a bit of understanding from the Dom’s perspective.
I’d love to recieve that kind of attention