Back in September I wrote about a Slayers spanking party where a German Mistress had caned me with a shocking ferocity but, after the wonderful Miss Hunter had told her to back off a bit, I had been left feeling there was unfinished business between us.
Having had that thought, I became distracted by heart surgery and recovery and it was another Slayers session, where she caned me once again, that relit the desire for a one-to-one session.
Which is how I came to travel out to North London yesterday.
I don’t think I have ever been so thoroughly beaten. I have been caned harder, but only once and that was by a man and the caning was the totality of the session. This caning came after an hour of relentless pressure. It came after being hit with a Canadian Prison strap.
She hit me six times with each of a succession of canes of increasing challenge. I think there were seven of them. There would have been eight, but by the end I was already bleeding and she rejected the eighth as a “cutter,” instead finishing with a cane that felt like a walking stick. Dense, heavy and frightening in the intensity of its impact.
I broke down a bit at the end. Pain? Emotional release? Relief? Possibly all of these things.
I’ll be back. Back for the challenge. Back for the connection. Back for the feeling of mind and body working in harmony.
I’ll be back for the Canadian Prison Strap too. An implement of shocking violence. It was an assault, in the way that being punched in the face is an assault. I didn’t know where to put the sensations of its heavy, heavy impact.
It made me feel small. And, sometimes, it’s good to feel small.
Overall, the session was everything I had hoped for, and today I’m still buzzing with kinky energy. I felt both properly challenged and properly cared for and I can ask for no more than that.
To be able to handle this session, to want this session, tells me as much as anything else that I’m back from my heart surgery, kinks still humming away just under the surface, and ready for the next adventure.