FOOTSORE (sinful sunday)

I love trying new things, whether as a dom or a sub. This post is about doing just that.

Being hit on the feet is not on my hard-limit list, but it’s something I find difficult to eroticise and could not imagine asking for it myself. I’ll always take it if I can, but being hit on the feet doesn’t exactly fill my fantasies.

One of my things is to spend 20 minutes or longer just tapping someone all over with a light cane or a whip. Back, shoulders, arms, legs, feet; nowhere is immune the insistent sting. Tap Tap Tap Tap….  I might vary the intensity; it might develop into a more conventional cane session but, more likely, that Tap Tap Tap will continue until the victim is in an endorphin induced, trance-like state. The first time Lyra experienced this she said afterwards:

“Oh, God; when you were hitting the soles of my feet, that was amazing.”

Which is how she came to be walking into the bedroom wearing just a robe and some silky knickers, knowing that I was going to construct an entire session around that one thing:

Hitting her on the feet.

Here’s how it went.

The first part is about bondage and anticipation. I’ve had to really think this through because I’m in the unusual position of putting a session together around something I haven’t really done myself. I remove the robe, kiss her gently, remind her of the safeword and have her lie, face up, on pillows on the bed. Her legs are raised so her calves rest on a small stool, feet level with the edge of the bed.

I stretch her arms out and tie them down with the cuffs placed ready for that purpose. I tighten the rope connecting the cuffs under the bed, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough so she feels held in that position. I kiss her again

A second pair of cuffs tie her ankles firmly down to the small stool. A cargo strap, run under the bed and pulled tight, holds the stool and her feet firmly in place. No amount of wriggling, or even anguished writhing, is going to move her feet away from the implement

My careful bondage earns me a “This is so hot!” from the other end of the bed. More kissing. This isn’t punishment. I want to create a sensual journey of exploration, a journey we embark on together, all the time suffused with the deep sense of submission that comes from being firmly bound.

OK, I’m going to allow a bit of self-congratulatory smugness here. The final tie is genius. I wind a bootlace round her two big toes and use it to pull them back towards her and tie it off to the stool. I am such a bastard. The image show the final position. Immobile, soles of her feet exposed towards me. Totally vulnerable. It’s already hot, just to have created this for us.

 

 

Then it begins. 

I start with the thick black whip, which might seem extreme but it’s what she’s experienced before and I only use it lightly. It’s such a delicious implement, capable of a wide range of sensations from sensual to agonising. Her responses are part pain, part sex, just where I want them to be. 

 

I take it just to the point where discomfort is in her voice and keep it there for a dozen blows. Check in and kiss her. She’s OK. Good in fact.

I use the handle end of the tawse, moving it over her feet, testing, experimenting, finding where it hurts, where it’s OK. Pushing her a bit. Just a bit.

Than the cane. A thin whippy one. Not hard but it doesn’t need to be. Now she’s wriggling a bit and trying to move her feet against the complicated bondage.  But there’s no escape from the cane’s insistent sting. 20 strokes. Light but steady. A bit relentless. At the end she’s breathing heavily but not in distress.

I untie her, seek reassurance that this was good and enjoy her enthusiastic response. She enjoyed the cane most, the hot little masochist  

Another summit climbed together; another step in our understanding of each other’s kinks; another strand in the web of intense experiences that bind us together. 

It was kinda perfect.

 

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