Saturday saw Kelly, Shelly, M and I headed out to the S&M party for the evening. M gave Shelly a new outfit, which she wore after I put a karada (a Japanese rope harness) on her:
Isn’t she cute? 🙂
At the party, Shelly and I took turns flogging M for a while. M also got her first taste of the crop, which was fun.
Then it was Shelly’s turn.
Occasionally, people ask me why I like inflicting pain on my lovers so much.
So what would induce a person to inflict pain on someone they love, anyway?
It’s all about context. In the right context, with the right person, it’s deliciously erotic.
I generally start by laying the crop gently across her ass, just below the curve where her ass meets her legs, so that she knows where the first blow will land. I leave the crop there for a moment, pressing it against her skin, letting her imagine what it’s going to feel like.
Sometimes, I’ll start tap-tap-tapping her ass with it, in a gentle stacatto, to let the anticipation build and to start the blood rushing to her skin, sensitizing it. Other times, I’ll just wait, without moving, until she relaxes.
Eventually, without warning, I’ll lift the crop and bring it down very quickly, so fast that it whistles as it moves through the air. She will usually scream when the crop lands, arching her back and thrusting her hips upward against the crop as it lands. Her body tenses and quivers, and the first welt appears almost instantly.
Sometimes, I’ll pause for a minute, waiting for the stinging to pass and her body to relax before I bring the crop down again. Other times, I’ll place my hand on the small of her back, holding her against the bench as I keep the crop moving, nonstop, WHACK WHACK WHACK, each stroke leaving a bright red mark behind.
When I do this, she will continue to scream, each stroke drawing a louder cry until they all blend together. At that point, I’ll stop suddenly, and wait for the endorphins to hit.
It only takes a second. She will relax against the bench with a dreamy smile on her face, and then the laughter comes. She’ll laugh uncontrollably, her face flush, totally unaware of everything around her.
After the first rush subsides, I’ll start with the crop again, tapping her on the ass or the back of her legs, building the intensity very slowly. When she starts to moan under the crop, I’ll bring it down hard again, leaving another welt.
At this point, she’ll usually start laughing instantly. I will keep the crop moving, striking her hard three or four times in quick succession, until she’s screaming and laughing at the same time.
I can keep her there for quite a while, floating in a place where the world is more or less a peripheral blur. When I finally finish with the crop, I’ll stroke her gently with a soft piece of fur, watching her quiver and moan and sigh. It takes a long time for her to come down; it’s usually several minutes bfore she can even stand. She floats there dreamily for the longest time, grinning, totally high. And it’s very, very exciting to take her to that place.
And, as promised, another Shelly picture: