It’s hard to know where to start. So much has happened in such a short time and it all comes with my intense emotional highs and lows.
My last post I believe I put up on Friday. As I often do when I’m struggling I used writing as a refuge. Slipping in to artistic expression to weave something beautiful from a interaction with my boy.
He spent Wednesday night with me. I had planned to have him share my vulnerabilities by allowing him to see me crack. I had laid out a scene where he would cut the dress off of my body and hit me and hold me as I cried. I thought I could do it, let it go, but I couldn’t. We skirted around it and what was a good idea in my mind was actually a cliff I couldn’t jump from.
So he had held me and kissed me and was the inspiration to my post. He had taken my toes in his mouth and I looked up at him and something shifted in that moment. A fondness that he wanted to worship someone so fucking dented up.
We played, he hit me, he tied me. He gave and gave and gave and I was happy to take. I loved him then as I do now.
And then in comes a force so strong everything shifted.
I had attended a female led relationships munch for the second time. I was doing this to become better for my boy, to make myself worthy of him, to make myself a better dominant.
In all honesty I was disappointed with the first one. I ate my food and talked to a young boy beside me with beautiful long hair I had to remind myself I could never have. His mental health conditions were determined, by us both, to be something we just didn’t feel comfortable navigating with my young kids.
It was frustrating though because the caregiver in me wanted him. To pet his hair and hold him in my lap and beat him over the head with love until he accepts he is worthy. Because I know all to well how it feels to view one self as unworthy.
So the second time I went it had been to see him. To share in his time as a friend and maybe lift him out of his sadness in the ways I could. I purchased his dinner as he didn’t have money. K talked to him and continued to mentally check myself. Because the dominant in me was responding to him as a baby boy and I already had mine.
Even though I don’t respond to mine, the dominant in me doesn’t respond to him as I did to the boy with the flowing hair. But I ignored it and was thankful for his company.
When I stood to leave with my friend someone reached out to me. A husky voice, to a body I couldn’t see. A hand shake with the nails of a woman. A complement on my writings and a indication we could talk that Friday if we saw one another at the play party.
It doesn’t sound like much but I was a fumbling mess. Reacting stupidly to the nails as if they wouldn’t be on the hand of a beautiful woman. But I had no idea, and it just fell out of my mouth.
The entire ride home was a rapid fire of information. Confirmation she is a woman, looking at her profile, seeing she is polly and has 25 years in the life style. It all just pulled me towards her. I told my friend I hoped I could play with her on Friday.
Friday came and went. Work was slow. I went to my friends and got ready for the dungeon we headed out.
This time around it started slow. There was no demo and I found myself sitting there feeling sleepy in my thigh highs and red strappey outfit.
Someone began a impact scene and I waited to see if someone would approach me for one. It was my friend who broke the ice.
“She really wants someone to hit her,” she had said. And she was right. After spending most of my day crying over a man who was never coming back and I didn’t really want, just the idea of him, I needed the release of the pain.
So someone stepped up. He helped me remove my boots. Making our way to the cross I hummed inside with anticipation. Here comes the release, sweet oblivion. Thank god.
The cuffs he put on my wrists were way to big and the rope around my waist was slack. But when he ran the butter soft leather of the flogger over my face I inhaled its scent deeply. God it was soft! It smelled so good!
And he swung it on me over and over. Used it’s metal skull head to batter my already marked ass. Smacked me around with his hands.
And then he kissed my neck. Something allowed from our negotiations but something I didn’t want. Don’t make it sensual, don’t let me smell your cigarettes and feel your beard and breath. Just fucking hit me!
Eventually we made our way to the spanking bench. Here I didn’t have to stand and could relax more. I vaguely felt disappointment with the cross. He asked if he could use a wand on me, as if making me cum was a consolation prize. Silly man! I didn’t want to cum tonight. I wanted to get lost!
When it wasn’t working I heard a touch of frustration in his voice when he pulled it back from where he had been hardly pressing it. Back to his hitting for a while. Until he tapped out.
“Who’s next?” I asked. Everyone laughed. Not yet seeing how completely serious I was. I hadn’t gotten what I needed from the first.
So up comes the second one. More experienced in his craft then the one before him. He showed me many treasures in his toy bag and we laughed together as I became lost to the fun of it.
At one point the first one returned. Taking my toes in his mouth and making me moan and squirm. A good redemption for the mishap with the wand. I had a top at either end of my body and I somehow felt dominant.
Eventually the second guy said he was done. I thanked them both genuinely for what they had done to me. And then she was there. The one from the night before with her husky voice and long nails and beautiful perfume.
Normally she doesn’t do this. She would go easy. Showing me a flogger the length of my body while I laid on the spanking bench propped up by my elbows. My body hummed from her voice. The darkness of her hair. Those nails.
And we began. And I was a goner to her. How she raked her nails over me. I was a mess of primal growls and bucking hips and desire.
“Look at you.” She had said. Almost sing song as I pushed my ass in to her nails as they dug in to my cheeks. Fuck yes! I can take you, let me meet you here! Give me your dark so I can find my light again.
And I moaned in a way I never have. Raw and primal and strong. As she lashed that massive flogger down on me over and over and my body rocked with the impact.
And then she needed water. What no! No no no! I’m not done, I want more!
Thinking back on it now I wonder if it was her darkness playing games? Perhaps she recognized my need for her then and there, and was making me wait. Like a good little girl.
If she had asked me to beg for more, I would have. But she said she would return, and she stepped away from me. Leaving me frustrated and ravenous for her.
In comes number 4. His job was made easy with how she had paved the way. He had only one tool. A delicious little pin wheel that worked wonders on my skin. She had left it tender.
He ran it over the bottoms of my feet and I growled and moaned still more primal then I had ever felt in my life. Struck again by how dominant I felt when I was bottoming for everyone.
He grabbed my waist and I got up on my knees almost snarling as I pushed my ass against him. Thinking back on it now I wonder if I violated his space, and when I finish writing this I will reach out to him to make sure I didn’t. I respect this man. I would play with him again.
But as I pushed in to him his energy changed. He wasn’t responding to my fierceness he was tolerating it. I let myself go back to the bench on my stomach, and let him continue to work his magic with his wheel.
I could hear her voice somewhere beside me. Talking to someone about a scene and I wanted her attention again.
I was a mixture of impatience and restlessness as he wrapped up his scene.
I slowly sat up. People were talking and I guess I was done. I wanted more. I wanted HER.
“I’m not done with you,” I think that’s what she said. But I’m really not sure. I jumped up and hopped back on that bench so fucking fast that I can’t really be sure.
And she jumped right back in with her nails and her magic.
“I want you to tell me when you want a hard hit,” she had said and my brain scrambled to keep up. But that means I have to think! Is all the tine a acceptable answer? Can I have you for ever?
“What can I call you?” Suddenly I needed to. I needed a term to call her because god I was under her power. I’m not sure if she heard the mixture of desperation and panic in my voice.
Even though my mind didn’t have the clarity to put forward those thoughts it fell from my voice unguarded.
I think with my own question I knocked her slightly off kilter. I can’t remember her answer. I think my head was starting to catch up with me and I think it was bringing my defences, slowly as if plucking them from quick sand.
And then her hands were on the inside of my thighs, digging her nails in. As if to say silence your mind sweet girl, you are mine now.
Silence it I did as I moaned and growled and arched in to her. And then she let go.
Somewhere from beside me now, “I want you to tell me when you want a hard hit.”
Again asking me to do things when I probably didn’t know my name! But somehow we agreed she would hit me hard on the 3 count. Somehow I managed to remember my numbers and kept her time
And on three she hit me hard and I cried out. And then, greedily hungrily I started back at one. Asking for more.
And she kept on and I was caught in my gratitude for this gift. We did this 3 or 4 times.
Is it possible to feel like your making love to someone when they are brutalizing you? I have no idea but the back and forth of our voices combined with the impact of her flogger and the give and take sure felt like it!
It was me who tapped out after a hard hit. I would gladly admit defeat to her. Not that it was a challenge, although I feel truly we both one.
Sitting up from the bench the entire room clapped and I felt unworthy. A normal feeling for someone with abandonment and self worth issues. But she was still standing there.
“After care?” I said even though we hadn’t really spoken about it. Later I came to learn normally she doesn’t do much.
The first man, the one with the beard who smelled of smoke, the one who sucked my toes, again earned more respect from me when he offered to clean up for her. Was he serving her, or me, or the magic of what we had just done?
I really have no idea but I’m thankful to him. He was a good boy.
Taking her arm I made my way to the small room. The bed was low on the floor. It took her a while to take off her boots. And then I was close to her. Feeling her hair, looking in to her face, and I was lost again. In a totally different way.
I think we were both lost. As I pulled her down on top of me and wrapped my legs around her and growled with a need I can’t articulate.
Then someone said it was time to go. So we caught our breath and sat up. I still can’t put it in words or do it justice.
When I made it home we talked all night, if one can call getting home at like 3.30 am and talking until 12;30 pm all night.
Everything came to a head when my boy showed up Sunday morning. I introduced them and shockingly said I wanted to try my hand at polly with them. In her I could have my dominant one day. In him I could have my good boy and progress towards a life relationship. In her I could get lost. In her mine and touch and voice.
We all talked and I floated in and out, and eventually they both left and I wrote, putting it all out there.
I went to my protector to tell him of the exciting news. And I was immediately blocked.
This along with other things have rained on my parade, but they always do. Everything happens for a reason I guess.
Sence then my boy has given up on me as well. People falling away from me like I am of little value. All like James. Except her. She still stays.
“Why do you want to be a slut,” he said over the phone. I didn’t let him hear the catch in my breath. I haven’t even told her about this yet. Because the kids came in and I couldn’t deal with it so I swallowed the agony and kept going forward.
Now I’m turning to my usual dumping ground when I can’t get hit. He broke the dynamic. No submissive calls their dominant a slut. No protector walks away from someone because they don’t listen to what they want.
Both these people have wounded me deeply. So I let them go in order to move forward with her.