I’ve always said that I wasn’t really into pain, or maybe
just a little in small doses, but that’s not true at all. Really, in retrospect, the giant bag of
spanking toys should have been a good clue.
This is
the story of the first time I let my inner sadist out to play. Yes, it turns out that I have an inner
sadist, who knew? It’s been fun
exploring, letting that sadistic part of me out.
Let me introduce Yvonne, she and I
have been exploring pain together, among other things, and she’s been
encouraging my inner sadist to come out and play. She’s gorgeous, although she would vehemently
deny the fact, long reddish blond hair down to her lower back, deliciously
naughty grey eyes, lovely legs up to a fantastic ass, bubble butt as she calls
it. The sort of ass you can’t help but
want to spank. She’s older than I, early
40’s which makes for an interesting, and delicious dynamic, especially in the
spanking.
We’ve
been pushing all sorts of boundaries, she and I, but more to come on the rest
of it later; this is a post about my sadist.
It’s like there’s a part of me that I’ve kept locked up. Partially I’ve kept him locked away because I
didn’t know that he was there, partially because I did have an inkling that he
was there and he made/makes me a little nervous, and partially because up until
now I didn’t have a really good opportunity to let him out. Yvonne is the first one I’ve played with that
wants more than just a little bit of pain.
The idea that I enjoy causing pain makes me just a little
uncomfortable. I’m also discovering that
I enjoy receiving more pain than I thought I did, although I can’t take nearly
so much pain as I enjoy dishing out.
Maybe I’ll write a post exploring my thoughts and reactions to some of
these things; there’s a lot there to think about. The bottom line (pun intended) is that she
loves receiving it; it pushes her buttons in a delicious (if painful way). I really get off on giving pleasure, in whatever
form that takes, more than anything else I love that. It works out nicely that my sadist is really
giving pleasure, that’s what makes it work.
This
was the second time we played, the first time I held back, we explored slowly
(not that slowly, but slow-ish). It was
also her first time exploring her kinkiness, neither of knew what would be good
for her. She wanted more, more intense,
harder, more pain and the second time I let the sadist out to play a
little.
We had
a nice dinner, talking about everything from kinky to not. We talked about safewords. She expressed her desire to be able to say ‘stop’,
‘no’, ‘please no more’, and for me not to stop, for it to be part of her play,
and she decided on a safeword. This was
new and different. Before this I’ve
never played with anyone who really wanted that; it’s been that way a little
bit with the tickling play in the past, but that’s always been a little
different thing. For Yvonne it’s an
important part of the play, it turns her on to be able to beg like that and for
things to continue. Having tried it, I
like it too, pushes my buttons (turns out that I have a lot of buttons. . .
.)
Kissing on the couch.
Arms held down above her head,
dress bunching up. Creamy thighs
revealed, hungry lips.
The dress that had showed delicious
cleavage all evening slipped off over her head, bra slipping down off of her
shoulders. Eye contact as this happens,
she’s standing there, in submissive mode, letting me do as I please. It’s in her eyes; she slips into this
submissive state of mind as we play. I
fastened wrist and ankle cuffs onto her, clipping her wrists together behind
her back.
“Take your panties off.”
She
pouted, breasts pushed forward from her cuffed wrists, struggling a bit to get
the panties off with her wrists cuffed.
She blushed as I watched her struggle to slide the panties down and then
shimmy out of them.
I added
the tweezer style nipple clips to her nipples after she stepped out of her
panties. As I finished clipping her
second nipple she made a smart-ass comment.
I was holding the chain and ripped the clips off of her nipples. She yelped and jumped back. She apologized as I put the clips back
on.
Ankles
cuffed to the spreader bar. Standing
naked in her living room, cuffed, legs forced apart exposing her pussy. Her eyes burning with arousal, watching my
every move. I started flogging her
breasts; she stands there, only able to balance, unable to bring her hands
around to cover herself, unable to close her legs. She watches me swing the flogger; the suede momentarily
flattening her breasts, flicking it to catch her nipples with the tips of the
tails, over and over.
When I
asked her how she felt, she responded with a single word answer, starting a
trend for the evening (one which has continued) of forcing her to answer me in
complete sentences. I made her ask me to
flog her pussy. I took one of her
floggers; she told me that she’d had them for years and that they’d never been
used. Seemed like an appropriate first
use to me.
I moved her to the couch, hands
still cuffed behind her, legs forced apart.
I continued the flogging, my flogger to her breasts, hers to her pussy,
making her ask for it. The asking only
making her hotter, knowing that she couldn’t close her legs no matter how much
it hurt or how long I continued and she continued to ask for it.
I left
her there for a moment and retrieved a candle from my bag. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her face and
the emotions crossing it as I prepared the candle. I took my time, finding the matches, a place to
put the dead matches and later the wax droplets, lighting the candle, and
pausing for a long moment looking into her eyes before I let the first drop
fall to her breast. Nipples, breasts,
trailing down her stomach, up along her collar bones, back to her breasts,
covering her torso in droplets. She’s
writhing, squirming, hands struggling to come forward, legs jerking, moaning
and gasping as the drops land one after the other. Unable to do anything to protect herself from
the wax raining down.
Back to the
flogger.
One of
the many nice things about wax is that it’s also fun to take off, after
dripping it on. Most of the wax off I
put a blindfold on and let her stew for a few minutes. I walked back into the room and watched her
for a few moments, blindfolded not know where I was or what I was doing,
finally surprising her with an ice cube.
Trailing it around her helpless body, following it with my tongue. Then it was back to the flogging, back to the
wax, her wondering what would come next.
Up to
that point things had evolved organically without any real plan; I hadn’t
planned on the spreader bar, or the wax, or really any of it, it just happened that
way. I knew though, that we were
eventually going to get to the next part.
I unclipped her wrists from each other and her ankles from the spreader
bar. I made her stand and bend over the
couch still blindfolded, holding on to the back of the couch. I gave her a taste of each toy in my bag
before settling on the wooden paddle, the one I made out of Cherry. I hadn’t had much chance to use it before
now. It’s intense. I fell into a rhythm with that paddle. Her fabulous ass quivering under each
swat.
“Do not
let go!”
I fully
intended to paddle her until she did let go, and then tie her down and keep
going. I just told her that there would
be consequences if she let go. Finally
after a harder one she yelped and jumped, her hands going back to rub her ass. She lasted a long time, longer than I thought
she would before she finally let go. Her
ass was already bright red, hot to the touch.
I led her into the bedroom, still blindfolded, clipped her cuffs
together in the front and made her bend over in front of one of her
bedposts. She has a giant four poster
bed with huge turned posts, excellent for bondage. She was tied standing, bent at the waist,
cuffs tied to one of the posts. I stood
back and admired the view for a moment; her ass stretched tight, breasts
hanging down, long hair hanging down over her face. I move it to the other side so that I could see
her face, and instruct her to ask for another swat after each one.
I continued
with the Cherry paddle, nearly ¾” thick, it’s feels solid and packs a
wallop. One swat after another, and
after each,
“Please
may I have another.”
Another
swat promptly making her ass redder,
“Please
may I have another.”
Over
and over again. I didn’t count, but it
was a lot. Her ass getting redder and
places starting to bruise purple. She
squirming and writhing with each swat.
When she hesitated to ask for another I would gently tap the paddle
where the next swat was going to go until she asked,
“Please
may I have another.”
It got
harder for her to ask, hopping around, moaning, forcing it out,
“Please
may I have another.”
Tapping
her ass with the paddle,
“Ask me for anther swat.”
Nothing, until finally she gasped
out,
“I can’t.”
I
promptly gave her anther hard swat, and then another, laying into her without
stopping. I held her against the bed,
bent over like she was. Swat after
swat. She cried out and her knees
buckled after an especially hard one and I pulled her back into position. I held her up with an around her waist,
forcing stay standing and bent over while I rained the swats down. I unlocked the door and let the sadist come
out and play. I took pleasure in
wielding that paddle, over and over again.
She begs me to stop.
“Please
no more.”
“I can’t
take it.”
“You’ll
take it until I decide you’re done.”
She
tries to stand and I force her back down with a hand between her shoulder
blades. She tries to get away from the
relentless paddle, yelping, squealing, but I continue regardless.
Finally
stopping, I decide that she’s had enough.
Her ass is bright red all over from her thighs, completely covering both
cheeks, spots are a deep purple already.
I untied her and helped her to stand, holding her for a few
moments.
We
moved to the bed. She groans when her ass
makes contact with the bed,
“Lance it hurts.”
I reattached the spreader bar to her ankle cuffs and tied it to the
footboard, wrists to the corner posts. I
brought out the crop, tapping her inner thighs, breasts; keeping it
lights. Her pussy is soaked, the
paddling had only made her hornier. I
started using a feather on her pussy and it drove her crazy. Stroking up and down, back and forth across
her clit. Almost instantly she was
begging to cum. I didn’t tease her too
long. I did briefly test out some
tickling, couldn’t resist. She didn’t
think she would like it at all. She is
ticklish, mostly under her arms; she told me afterwards that she didn’t enjoy
the tickling itself, but liked the domination factor of it. It was delicious, tickling her, making her
watch my fingers get closer and closer, making her lose control and start
laughing as soon as my fingers touched her.
Trying to resist and failure, laughing trying to get away, my fingers
following her. She liked that it made
her lose control, liked that it stripped away any vestiges of control that
remained, despite being tied naked to the bed.
The tickling takes it that one step further, completely and totally out
of control and unable to do anything about it.
I gave her a taste of the Magic
Wand on her nipple; this was her first time with any of this and had only seen
the Hitachi in pictures. She moaned,
squirming as I switched nipples the powerful vibrator working its magic, and
she wondered nervously how it would feel on her clit. I assured her that I would be ruthless with
it. Then I switched back to the feather
for a few minutes and let her think about it.
When I finally brought the vibrator
down to her pussy I told her that she had to ask before she came. I trailed the vibrating head up both thighs
before putting it forcefully on her clit.
It was pure pleasure to watch the look on her face as she experienced it
for the first time. It only took a few
moments before she was asking me for permission to cum. I teased her a bit, telling her she couldn’t
cum, and taking the vibe away before she did.
I didn’t keep her on the edge long; this time I was more interested in
seeing what happened after she came the first time.
I gave her permission to cum and
her first orgasm overtook her, squirming and writhing against the ropes,
moaning with the pleasure. I left the
vibrator in place on her clit as she rode the orgasm and started coming
down. The vibrator wouldn’t let her come
down though. She was definitely more
sensitive afterwards, but not in the almost painful ‘Please, please, take it
off, I can’t take it, take it off before I go insane’ way. It was still pleasurable for her and it simply
didn’t let her come down, the next orgasm started building almost
immediately. It took her to the edge
again and a few moments later she was asking my permission to cum again. I gave her permission and she came again and
another one started building. She came
five times, each time asking permission, each one seemingly more intense than
the last. The vibrator buzzed
relentlessly against her clit, muscles pulsing under her skin, tightened and
remarkably tightening even more as the orgasms overtook her, over and over
again.
After
five she was gone, beyond talking, beyond asking for permission. Things got extra intense after that. She was writhing uncontrollably, arching her
back with her orgasms, stomach and legs shaking, hair everywhere, holding onto
the wrist ropes for dear life. Now she
was writhing trying to get away from the vibe, too intense. I was relentless, following her every move,
keeping the vibe pressed tightly to her clit.
Afterwards
she told me that she lost count after 5, but thought maybe she came twice more
after that, but that it was like one big one.
Until it got so intense that she started begging me to take it off. I tormented her, pressing harder and then
taking it away, turning it off, letting her relax for a moment, muscles
releasing, flipping the switch and watching the shock go through her body,
watching her arch even farther when I switch it to high. Off again, then back on. Reveling in watching the sensations roll
through her, unable to make it stop, only able to writhe and take it.
I
untied her and held her, she was gone, buzzing, high off the energy that comes
from that sort of play. We laid there
for awhile, both of us coming down. It
was a long drawn out session, I buzzing from the energy too, and I hadn’t even
cum yet. I did later, although I think I’m
going to end the story here. Delicious
stuff.
