Honey’s amazing birthday party, which I already wrote about here, was such an amazing experience for me. I got to explore new things with new people and to let my dominant, toppy side out in company where it was appreciated, even sought after. That felt good.
Later on, without really having a plan, I let my submissive/bottomy side out. I lay on a bondage table with my heavy flogger and my belt lying invitingly next to me, and said to the room in general: “Who wants some exercise?”
Three men answered the call and this picture captures part of the result: the belt striking my arse with some real force, my back already reddening from being worked over with the flogger.
I found I wanted it and I specifically wanted it from a man. Two of the men were wearing boots and kilts (a thing in BDSM circles apparently) and and it’s quite possible that being beaten by men in boots and kilts is a whole new kink for me. I’ve explored in the past why being beaten by a man is a special thing, and I’ve never really found a fully satisfactory answer.
I just knew I wanted it.
However, despite that feeling, I ended the session before it had really developed, not because I didn’t want it but because I wanted it too much.
I wanted these men to thrash me until I was raw and bruised and deep in subspace.
What stopped me?
Somehow Honey’s birthday party, with all these lovely people, some of whom I had just tied up and spanked, seemed the wrong place. Certainly two of the three men later admitted they were on the limits of their own experience as Doms. I felt somehow embarrassed by what I was yearning for and so I got off the bench, had a laugh with them and poured myself a drink.
If this group meets again, and I think we might, I may well talk to them beforehand, set a scenario up and see whether they might like to really have a go at me.
Next time, if they’re up for it, I’m going see if I can get a proper beating from two or three men.
And if they’re wearing kilts and boots, so much the better.
If any of the men involved would like to drop their thoughts on this mini-session into comments below, I’d very much look forward to reading that.
The image comes from the wonderful Focussed and Filthy. She always seems to capture the intensity of these moments perfectly.
More Sunday sin here:
It was amazing to watch, although I was a little preoccupied myself so couldn’t give my full attention to the scene unfolding in front of me. I can’t wait to see where this may go next time.
Amazing. This picture really captures a moment. I must admit I wish I had been there… also the description made my inner domme twitch at the thought of adding my hand to this experience for you
Molly
I watched from across the room as the other two beat B with their belts. I will admit that the idea of joining them and taking my turn belting his arse wasn’t in the forefront of my thoughts. I had never beaten a man before – my inner sadist has thrilled at handing out a consensual caning or spanking on a female arse, but this was something different. Even watching the others was a wholly new experience.
However when B asked if I would be willing to add my shoulder to the wheel it only took a second to say yes. Why? Curiosity mostly – what would it be like to strike another man across the bare arse? Would I find it arousing? Would I enjoy it at all?
I used my kilt belt. It’s considerably wider than a normal belt, but that means the blow is spread across a wider surface area, dissipating the blow. Well, that’s my theory – I’m not on the receiving end.
I’m not sure how many blows I landed, it was all a bit of a blur. I remember checking with B that he was happy with how things were going, and putting more into the next blows when he said he was ok. The wide belt made a very satisfying sound as it made contact with his flesh.
Did I find it arousing? No, but I did enjoy it more than I anticipated. Would I do it again? Absolutely!