It’s ironic that the candle wax that is burning the sensitive skin on my inner thighs is dripping from a prayer candle that has an image of Jesus looking down at me. His wax burns hot and as it splashes on my skin, leaving a liquid white trail that soon turns pink, I wonder if maybe we have more in common than I first thought. I think about sharing this thought with Master but decide against it as the pain arises once again and any ability to speak is interrupted by the guttural sounds escaping my lips.
Earlier yesterday, Master came home with that familiar glint in his eyes that he only gets when; A) he’s either planning something really sadistic, B) he’s bought a new toy or C) has some incredible news to share. Today it was a case of both A and B. He announced upon entering the door that I should get myself to my spot, which happens to be in the living room, after adorning myself with my black lace ruffle undies and nothing else. I made haste. I know from experience that taking my time will only worsen whatever he has in store for me and will make his good mood turn into one of anger. In which case our little BDSM play will go from being fun into being punishment. I ran around desperately trying to find the undies, strip naked and get myself into my spot before Master got there. Unfortunately that proved to be impossible because by the time I got to the living room he was already there. My heart skipped a beat as I awaited chastisement, eyes down, hands behind my back. But a moment passed and then another and all he said was “You can look at me”. I raised my eyes shyly to my Master’s face and took in his expression, happy to see that he was still smiling. I then looked around and took it all in. Master had laid out a bright purple vinyl bed sheet over the floor and on that bed sheet were his usual favorite toys as well as a new one that stood out. The new toy was a cat o’nines whip. I could see the little pointy and sharp ends of the nine tails and knew that this was going to be a session that would leave marks on me.
Back to where I was…the wax leaving hard trails of pain down my chest and Master looking down at me in approval. “Which toy should we play with first?” He asked as if he was really giving me a choice. But I know better than that so I whispered back “which ever one pleases you Master”. His smile grew a little wider and I had no doubt in my mind which one he would chose. His hand touched each toy briefly lingering ever so slightly on the paddle that has 
vampire pricks on it. “Well maybe we should break in your new toy” he said, as if I didn’t already know what was coming my way. He flipped me over with virtually no effort propping my ass up into the air so that I was in a position that made me feel like I was kneeling down worshiping a king, my arms and hand spread out in front of me on the floor, my forehead touching the ground. His hands worked my ass expertly, making my ass cheeks burn hotter and hotter, warming me up for the pain that I was about to receive. At first I had the assumption that this new whip couldn’t possibly hurt that much more than the other toys that we have. Yes, I thought it would hurt a little more than the flogger because the tails are braided and stiff. Master picked up the Cat of nines and began to lightly hit me with it. Let me just say that the moment I received the first hard hit from him, I realized just how wrong I was. The sting left behind by those little ends of leather made me lurch forward, my bodies feeble attempt at escape…with nowhere to go.
I suffered. By the end of I couldn’t even count how many hits, I was in tears, begging, sniveling and crying out to Master. I thanked him, I begged him to stop, I lost the capability to enunciate words and ended up crying out to him in tears and animalistic noises. Finally I felt his hands. His warm and gentle hands, rubbing my throbbing and burning skin, words of endearment coming from his lips that my brain could barely comprehend. I found myself being cradled by him, wrapped in the safety of his arms that rocked me back and forth. And I knew then that it was over, as I let the waves of emotion run over me, the ocean of euphoric peace drown me, and then I slept. Master woke me later on, to bring me into the bath with him. Washing me head to toe since I was still too weak and exhausted to do so myself. The new toy had done its job.
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I am somewhat sorry to here about your painful experience with the Cat-Of-Ninetails. Do you think your master will use it often so you get used to it,though you can never truly get used that whip,but still.
don’t get me wrong, the supreme peace I experienced afterward was well worth the pain. Well at least to me it is =)
It’s so wonderful to read your personal experiences. This one brought tears to my eyes. The pain is very real – however, there is nothing that compares to knowing that you have pleased your Master.
I love reading about your expeirences and it always makes me curious. First of all I was just wondering if you guys are in like a dating relationship or do you date other people because you have mentioned that you live with other people?
Hello, Its always intersting to read about your expierences, it makes me very curious about your life. I just have one question are you and your master in a dating relationship or do you both date other people because I have heard you mention that there are other people that live with you.
Thank you for the (pardon the phrase) blow-by-blow account. I’m consistently in awe of your spirit’s strength to go through such ordeals.
hey when are you coming out with a new post?
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, I do not date. I belong to my Master and do everything that he wants me to do. Master, as far as I know of has dated people here and there, but it is sometimes hard to find someone who is accepting and willing to try out his lifestyle. As for myself, I have been loaned out to Master’s friends every once in awhile, which I guess you could say is like dating someone else, except for the fact that I do not chose who this person is, nor am I the one who decides to stop seeing that person. Hope that quelled your curiosity! =D
Today!
Wow… This post left me breathless. It sounds so amazing, and makes me wish that Master would buy a cat of nine tails! However, I know that, as I am now, I would probably be crying by the first strike. Haha!
In reponse to your comment about dating, do you not feel jealous when your Master, someone I assume you “love” on a level difficult for me to comprehend, “dates” other women? I would want to represnet some sort of treasure for my Master. Perhaps I am just to jealous?
I used to have a major problem with jealousy. It’s something which I have worked very very hard at over the years to get over. And you know in this type of relationship there’s no room for jealousy. Jealousy here is something that adds to the pain. I might get a little jealous, like if Master gets a new pet to play with, but ultimately it proves to be useless for me, just wasted emotions. I’ve come so far that I can now say that watching Master dominate another woman intrigues me. I especially love it if I get to take part in it, like hold her for him. I know deep down that Master would never replace me and that the love and admiration I hold so dear of him is reciprocated just as deeply but in perhaps a different way by him. I hope that made sense to you, I’m a little tired this morning!
Great post :)
My Mistress wants me to ask where you got this Cat O’Nine Tails and the paddle with vampire pricks.
Master said he ordered them off of JTStockroom =) Hope that helps!
Thanks :)