‪Let me tell you a story about a Sadistic Dom and his masochist kitty….‬

I stood in the shed, topless and ready for Him to tie me.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The new Manila rope smelled faintly like paint. As he wrapped it around my chest, it was cool and somewhat smooth, but stiff and unyielding against my skin. (The fact that He used this instead of the nylon probably should have been a clue that this was going to be more S & M than we’ve ever done.) But despite the fact that it’s not my favorite thing to be tied in, He likes tying me in it. And into a place of sweet reverie I go.

The chest harness takes a little while. I watch His hands for a bit, and then just drift in and out. The music playing is soothing with pulsing drum & bass lines. (Another reason I wasn’t anticipating the pain.)

When the chest harness is done, I remind Him to set a timer. (This is important in rope play! Bottoms, never be afraid to speak up and remind your Top to do it. It’s easy to forget in the heat of the moment! You’ll both be safer for it!)

He had me sit on the stool, and He began a single column on my wrist. I don’t know why I expected that to be it… but when He bent my arm and began tying a futomomo, I couldn’t help gasping. My mind was brought sharply to the present. And He made sure every tug of the rope kept me there.

When He finished with my right arm, He instructed me to spin on the stool to give Him access to my other arm. I did as He asked, and again He tied a futomomo on my left arm. It was at this point, I came down with the nervous rambling. I tried to tell Him the rope was going the wrong way (spoiler alert: it wasn’t). I think I was nervous because I knew at this point that this would be more than a peaceful rope scene.

“Are you sure about that?” He smirked.

As the rope slid over my shoulder and neck, I saw the ties were indeed identical.

Sheepishly I looked up at Him and whispered, “Sorry, Daddy.”

In hindsight, the look on His face should have been the first clue that I needed to shut my mouth.

At this point, He pulled me to my feet, and began to tie the ends from my chest harness, and both arm ties to the hook in the ceiling above my head. I had my hair in my face, and since He wasn’t finished tying yet, I thought I should voice my opinion on that because, um, bottoms should communicate.

“Daddy, the rope is in my face. Can you tie it behind my head?”

Ya’ll… You could have heard a pin drop – even with the music playing.

“That’s not what I was going for, so…”

I bowed my head, knowing I should stop talking, but did not have the ability to do so apparently.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just didn’t want the rope in my face.” I felt Him move around me.

“And what if I want the rope in your face?” He said in a cool tone as He wrapped the manilla rope around my face and head.

I sagged in the ropes, feeling both embarrassed for the word vomit and my poor topping from the bottom, and aroused that I was sufficiently put in my place. I really have no other way to describe it. He removed the ropes from my face, and secured the lines all above my head.

It wasn’t long before the impact began. This time, there was less focus on my ass, and more on my back and tits. The breast torture was particularly painful this time, seeing as they had been bound for quite a bit already, and were extremely sensitive. At this point though, I couldn’t really tell you what happened. He hit me with the rice spoon on my back, warming me up. Then He did the same to my breasts. It was not pleasurable. This was not a sensual pleasure scene. It was at this point, that my mind actually registered this. And things were escalating quickly. I was beyond the point of soft moans and gasps. I was whimpering and squealing, and before long, actual screams were coming out of my throat. I think He even turned up the music a few notches.

The scene continued to escalate. He was brutal and unapologetic. This is the sadistic side to my Daddy. This is a side of Him that lurks just below the surface. It calls to the masochist in me. I take His lashes and the pain He gives me, and I transform it into pleasure for Him. Sometimes, when I open my eyes, I look into His, and I can see the Sadist. There is almost no trace of my Daddy, and only a glimpse of my Sir… This side of my man is not to be fucked with and cannot be reasoned with. His desires are dark, but they mirror my own.

Eventually, He released my ties. He cuddled me in the arm chair, giving me His body weight and warmth. He fucked me and used me thoroughly. I am grateful that I can trust Him to push me to my limits, and then care for me afterwards. I can’t really express how it feels to have someone KNOW exactly what you need and want, because it’s what they want too.

To date, this is the most pain He has given me in one scene. And the evening wasn’t even over at that point. But here are some enjoyable photos of our rope evening.

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Muirnah

String Single Tail and Fire Play… BDSM Scenes Part 1

I keep meaning to go back and write scene descriptions… so that’s what today is going to be…

9/22 STRING SINGLE TAIL

The day we went to our Fireplay 101 class, we also had a play party that evening. The first scene of the evening had my wrists cuffed and chained above my head. I was wearing only my thong and my dress was pulled down to my hips. Sir began warming me up, and then began using the string single tail.

When I am on the other side of that thing, it’s like an out of body experience. The first lick usually doesn’t surprise me. It’s the only one I’m ever really prepared for, because He has usually just kissed me and walked away behind me. After that, the intensity and strength behind the swings vary, but are impossible to predict. The way Sir uses the single tail is not like most. Not every strike is the *crack* type. I think that’s one reason why it’s one of my favorite things that Sir likes to do to keep His skills up.

Just imagine… you’re restrained, can’t move your body because if you do, the tail isn’t going to land where He’s aiming which means one or both of you could get hurt. You feel a light flick on your upper back and think “ahhh this isn’t so bad”. Then there’s a loud *crack* and you jump, but there’s no pain. In your mind, you turn your head to glare at Him. He smirks back, coiling his arm back for another strike. You face forward again and wait… It comes in a stronger flick than before, but not unbearable.

Then a few more light licks before *crack!* and your vision goes red. In the same moment, your body tenses, reaching up to the chains holding your hands, pulling yourself onto your tiptoes while pulling your body away from the pain. Your head falls back as the pain finally begins to radiate outward and turn to tendrils of pleasure spreading over your skin, warming you. Your body relaxes and you return to flatfoot. Your shoulders drop and your hands relinquish their white-knuckle grip on the chains. You lift your head enough to take a full breath. You’ve barely exhaled when the next *crack* comes.

That last paragraph is maybe 15 seconds for me. It is delicious pain. On my pain scale, this gets to the limit pretty fast, unlike a flogging or paddling.

9/22 Fire – The First Time

That same night, Sir wanted to put his new fireplay skills to work. Now the thing about fire is, it scares the shit out of me. Fire has always been beautiful to watch, but not to touch. Burns terrify me. Despite all that, I trust Sir implicitly – obviously with my life. So I’m more than willing to give Him my body for whatever He desires. And I have always been the kind of person to try things at least twice before deciding to like/dislike them. Especially in the kink world. And I’m glad I did.

So I’ve never gotten completely naked at a play party before. But you know, clothing is flammable… so… naked. I climbed onto the massage table and tried to relax. Sir began by caressing me with his hand and holding the torch near my body to warm it. It feels like when you walk past the fire place, except in smaller localized areas. The heat sweeps with the movement. Then He touches the torch with His hand, and presses the hand to my skin. It feels like a hot stone massage, except with skin instead of stones. And I LOVE Sir’s hands, so to feel them when they’re HOT and then the rough but firmness of His touch, is just heaven.

Now comes the fun part… He keeps one hand on me while He changes torches. Then He begins using the torch on me in small short strokes, followed by His hand soothing away the flame and rubbing alcohol. He does this all over my ass but not my upper back (you don’t want to use fire on open cuts or wounds, and since I was whipped earlier, He avoided that area).

This particular scene had a hiccup though… I don’t know how much time had passed but I became aware of someone standing nearby. I didn’t think much of it, as we were at a play party, and people do watch scenes. But then this woman stepped into my field of view, which is to say, she had to be within 2 feet of my head. I heard Sir speak, but wasn’t sure what He said or what He responded to, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. He spoke again, and this time I heard Him say “Not right now you don’t.” I was suddenly frightened. I wasn’t sure if we were in trouble, if I’d done something wrong, if there was a problem… I turned my head to look at Sir, and found the comfort I sought. As you can imagine, it’s a little hard to get back to any kind of headspace when interrupted that drastically. So the scene ended shortly thereafter, and unfortunately while it was wonderful, it was not one of those times I was able to float off and enjoy the entire scene.

PSA: NEVER, EVER, INTERRUPT A SCENE. If you are concerned for the bottom, please talk to a DM and let them find a proper time to address the Top in a way that doesn’t put anyone at risk.

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Muirnah