Finally, Master is 100% home.
Today, for the first time since moving over 2 months ago, I felt Master’s full presence in our home. The home we built. The home we have been breaking our backs to create and fill and enjoy. Before moving here we both had fears that we would lose this side of our relationship. That life would slow to a crawl or that the solitude of rural living would take its toll on our creativity and lust. Or even perhaps that the act of taking this step in our relationship would cause one or both of us to not be interested in the D/s lifestyle anymore. Maybe these were just my fears though.
My fears were starting to increase over the last week or so as I entered into what seems to be known as pet-frenzy, where my every thought, action, and dream consisted of carnal needs and a fierce desire to be called into service. It seemed the more I became consumed by my urges, the more life and distractions pulled Him away. I thought today would be the same, but I was definitely mistaken.
I had gotten in trouble not too long ago for begging for discipline with my favorite punishment tool… the rope whip. However I had been thinking for a while that I would like to have more tools in His arsenal… perhaps if He had a wider variety it would increase our ability to use one in a pinch. I read around at what other bloggers like myself were using and one tool was common amongst most: A simple ping pong paddle. Hard. Round. Textured. Discreet. And all described it as one of their more painful toys. I figured if it really is that painful, then it may be handy for quick punishment when time matters most. Fewer strikes for equal results right?
So today we are out shopping and I ask Master “I know I am not allowed to ask for discipline from a particular toy, but if I’m interested in a new toy, may I buy it?” He answered yes, and so at my first opportunity I slipped a nice little paddle from the sports department into the cart. I think I caught a smile when He saw it.
I would soon find out once we got home that Master was not interested in quick discipline at all as that paddle struck my bound and helpless ass over and over and over again until I was screaming, crying, and in some state of rapture that cumming does not begin to describe. The texture on the paddle felt like a thousand needles. The heat from the paddle was unbearable and fantastic and torture and ecstasy all at once! Swing after swing I wanted to ask for more but I had tied my gag too tightly and I admit I was afraid of the pain. When it was over and I was released, I was overwhelmed with tears of relief and pain. I felt the welts and couldn’t bear to look into Master’s eyes because I was so very surprised by the pleasure I felt at those marks. I rushed into His arms and planted kisses on His neck, thanking Him over and over again. In that moment I felt silly for ever doubting that He wanted this life with me. For my fears that my Master was no longer interested. I felt rewarded for my months of hunger. My GOD I missed this!
Tags: paddling, punishment, spanking, submission, submissive
