Just woke up. I was WAY tired. It's been a very playful week for me, and I don't know if I can muster up enough energy to go back and explain everyone everything that I've done. Thursday was John. Super interesting guy with a thing for pain, shoes, and my thigh high boots. He talked about playing in England at a dungeon there many times, his work, his kids, his wife, his family. It was refreshing.
I wouldn't normally say that I'm a sadist, but after Thursday, I definitely think I could very easily become one. I'd forgotten what that was like. I definitely hadn't beaten anyone since pro-domme days when I was whoring myself out (doing whatever the "client" requested) - pain sluts, bondage enthusiasts, I'd do it, and do it well, but I didn't get off on it.
I had him on his knees, on the floor at my feet with his head down and his ass up in the air. I'd kicked him several times with my thigh highs, and I LOVED it. I'd brought a rubber paddle that I knew would leave his arse a nice rosy red colour for me. Three smacks with it, and he was already flagging. Three smacks into it, I was really wet & juicy between the legs. OMG, who would have known it?
Actually, I know exactly what it was. When I like someone, (find them intelligent, interesting, funny, or sexy), I connect with them, and when I've connected it makes it so much easier for me to have an orgasm 10 orgasms & get into the whole power-exchange game.
By the time I was done, his ass was Purple. Red. Rosy. Bruised. He couldn't sit down. He had to lay on his stomach. He was a total gentleman, and took it like a real man. John... I'll play with you again anytime. Just beg me.
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