Sweet Pain and Pure Lust
We’re just back from our New Year’s Eve trip. I am still a little dizzy – and very horny.
So many things happened that I can only write down one or two especially striking moments. Oh yes – literally striking… 
It was late in the night. Dom fixed me to a special piece of furniture that allowed me to lean with my upper body on it while my ass was sticking out. And pushed my skirt up with a quick and determined move. Then, he gagged me with some special tool so my cries and moans wouln’t disturb the neighbours. I waited expectantly for what would come. Contrary to my expectations, it was not pain I felt first, but a very smooth touch – like from a feather – on my foot, leg and then my ass. Suddenly, it stopped. For a few seconds, no noise was to be heard. And then, without warning, a lash cut the air, a blow landed on my ass, my skin began to tingle, both from the pain and from excitement. And another stroke announced itself by the buzz in the air. Dom found a rhythm – left, right, left, right. Sometimes, when his blows landed a little above my ass, where the skin is more sensitive, I would cry out in agony. But mostly, I would moan with pleasure. Every stroke catapulted me a little further into this special kind of trance, where pain is transformed into pure lust. I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into it. With every stroke, my submission and Dom’s power over me became more manifested. It was like his beats would inscribe it on my ass. Sometimes, Dom changed lashes. Some hurt like hell. The pain would be like a little stab. Other lashes brought a wonderfully warm pain to my skin. With every stroke, I wanted more, wanted to sink deeper into this haze of pain, wanted him to demonstrate that he ownes me completely. And I became horny like hell. My pussy was wet like hell and it pulsated in the rhythm of the strokes. I don’t know when he stopped or how many beats I’ve received. It must have been about 100. But Dom didn’t simply stop: He announced that there would be ten last beats for me. In a slower, careful rhythm, he stroke me with force. And I enjoyed every single blow and already regretet that these were the last few I would get for now. When it was all over and Dom kissed me tenderly, I felt drugged and dizzy – and just that: HORNY!
On our trip, we met a couple: She a sub like me, he a Dom. Even though we only talked and had some drinks together, it was great to see that there are people like us. It might be difficult to find matching persons to integrate into our play, but at least it is not impossible, as we found out. Who knows, maybe we will meet them again and have a first experience with another couple…
