I only met you at the Still so the start of the session is naturally a little different /in this new place/ but very quickly, you make me undress then you grab my belt. The leather emits a characteristic sound, revealed in your hands. Mon expression, you say, awaken your lowest instincts !
I'm not sure it's not something I'm going to regret, but I would have hated if you told me that my expression left you indifferent ! So I'll take my shower and stand in front of you shaking !
Martha enters the scene !
Marthe must put her cage with her hands tied and her eyes blindfolded. It's easier for me than you imagined. Maybe it's related to my bad eyesight which got me used to doing things blind. You tell me then what awaits me. Clean the room before tasting the cross of Saint Andrew and then carry out some experiments in the medical space.
So I start cleaning first under the mockery then under the hammer blows. I'm focusing : one floor width after another. I would have risked a comment on the accumulation of dust and dirt on the ground but the blows of the hammer dissuade me from opening my mouth. The provocations will be for next time !
With a badly mastered sweep, I spill the trash. The punishment is immediate. Leaning against the wall, the whip falls on my buttocks, my back, my thighs, all over my body. The blows are heavy, deep, sometimes a little biting sometimes more caressing.
A more scathing swift takes over then your hand and finally the return of the heavier swift.
The blows are linked to the rhythm of the music. I barely have time to tell myself that your arm must be suffering from such intensity that I am carried away by the rhythm of the blows and the music, by sensations of pain and pleasure. I feel rising this feeling that could, sometimes, drive me to orgasm during a spanking.
I abandon myself to this pleasure without thinking of anything else.
The music stops and the blows too. You lead me to St. Andrew's Cross. Without a word. Just a few pulses on my back, on my shoulder to guide me, turn around.
Here I am tied with my back to the cross ! Bras, legs then the body belted. I know in this moment that I'm powerless to free myself.
My fate is yours. However, despite some threats, I can't suppress a smile when the fan falls apart in your hands !
The blows are raining again, sharp or heavy, strong or caressing. The rhythm is different. Belly, nipples, thighs and even some blows on the testicles. The apprehension is strong for the latter but no extreme pain takes me out of my trance. A few blows from your clenched fists also drum on my chest.
I find it difficult to describe my state at this time.
The alternation between the headband and the view.
The alternation between strokes, pinches, caresses.
Alternating between fast and slow rhythms.
The alternation between muffled knocks, deep or biting.
L’abandon, the feeling of belonging to you or at the very least of being your toy.
The feeling that the session has deviated from the planned course and that you are dancing in front of me to different rhythms in a controlled improvisation.
Your fingers in the cracks between the bars of my cage, then a plug and a vibro replace the impact of the swifts. The Rise of Pleasure Continues. The impression that all the blows received have opened my body and my mind to pleasure and that all of a sudden, all this pleasure refocuses under your fingers.
I fall back with pleasure !
I lost track of time when you give me permission to cum. I make this moment last. Each wave is an orgasm that brings me ever closer to the ultimate orgasm and you have to threaten me to revoke the authorization for me to decide to cross the limit. L'onde, brutal, is so amazing !
It will take a bit of post-orgasmic torture to start bringing me back to the real world.
It will take a few gentle hammer blows for me to unfold again and come back to me and then to you..
My head will spin for a few minutes.
My body will feel it for a few hours.
My mind will take a few days to return to its norm.
My smile, his, does not fade. And when by chance it disappears I just have to think back to all those moments to make it come back.
Testimony of F.
