The Whipping Post
We went to the local munch/play party last night. So far I’m incredibly impressed with the people that we meet. Did you know kinky people are everywhere? I’m feeling so less alone these days. That’s nice.
Once again I was propped up and tied up and bent over for the apparent beating use by people I’d just met. I suppose at some point I’ll stop blushing when the introduction jumps from hello to naked in 2.3 seconds.
It’s an odd mixture of emotion that I run through when strangers are behind the wheel. I want Master to be proud so I bite my tongue and grit my teeth to suffer through it more so than I would with Master alone, but the fear level is much higher, too. I keep thinking that these people don’t know me! They don’t know where my ‘not-good-pain’ spots are or whether or not I prefer floggers over paddles. I’m on a heightened sense of awareness, waiting almost, for someone to go too far or hit too hard.
And there were some blows that landed in the wrong spot, some that were hard enough to cause me to dance away, and each time I’d hear Master in the background, correcting the one swinging. Words like “she doesn’t like it that high” or “swing it this way and she’ll respond better”.
That was comforting, in a very detached sort of way.
At one point He held me close, whispering into my ear “How do you like being the whipping post?” and I melted.
I like it just fine, thank you, very fine.
After one such session He instructed me to thank the nice gentlemen who’d whipped me and it seemed an endless stream of thank you Sir’s (was really only 4, maybe 5?) while they hovered around, caressing and remarking on the heat radiating from my behind. “You’re a furnace!” one man said, laughing.
I think what is most surprising to me is the liberty they take, seemingly without a moments pause, to stroke and tug and touch on my pink bits. I know Master was watching as their hands passed over my cunt as I was bent over, or stroked and plucked at my breasts and nipples, intimate moments of body contact, rubbing against me, speaking softly in my ears. It had a very sensual and orgy-like feel in the darkness of the room, with the music pounding away in my ears.
Yet, I continued to seek Him out, to need to know where He was, and to not feel complete until it was His body I was leaning against and taking comfort in.
What a strange new world this is turning out to be.
~cunt
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Sunday October 21st, 2007 1:46pm
I am so thrilled for you. This will be a wondeful evolution for you, I can just tell.
My Dom is a big fan of promiscuity training, and he has a slave or two who has been doing it for much longer than I, so they’re more accustomed to it and find it highly highly erotic, and less panic-inducing than I.
I’m still new to a real D/s relationship, and while I’m a right little exhibitionist, I have a hard time fooling around with and fucking strangers, or letting them do anything to me. But the point that my Dom is trying to emphasize, and the one and only point that will carry me through it, is his constant presence and awareness while we’re in a scene involving promiscuity training- when we’re at the local theatre, or if he’s arranged for a few people I’m unaware of to meet in a hotel room and have at me while I’m blindfolded. I’m greatly comforted knowing that he’s paying attention to everyone and every little thing going on in the room, minding who’s using his submissive, making sure they’re not going beyond what I’m ok with, and stroking my face the entire time and whispering in my ear to remind me of his presence, and how proud he is of me. Which, of course, is all I need to hear before I melt into complete putty for him.
Anyways, my point in all that is how effective just hearing a Dom or Master’s voice can be in such a scary and public scenario~ I hope you two can find great fun at open events as such ^^
I’m glad you had such a fun time! :) I always enjoy interacting with like minded people…makes me feel like less of a freak sometimes. lol!
“Yet, I continued to seek Him out, to need to know where He was, and to not feel complete until it was His body I was leaning against and taking comfort in.“
I think that marks you as His more than anything else. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much… I fantasize about those kinds of scenarios but in reality I’m too afraid to try it.
~Doux
Way to go
Kaya,
Sounds like you had a very good time. I’m happy for you. The more I read, the more I’m convinced that you’re right where you need to be and with the person you need to be with. Rock on.
Dave
Being involved with others in real life lifestyle scenes i think helps keep you from feeling like a “freak” at times. it is great to know there are real live people that accept you as you are and will beat you just for fun. Master has not really allowed others to spank or whip me — He has allowed One to use a single tail on me when He was not there (but approved of it due to the Person involved being well known). Friends have used a flogger on me as well with Master present. This big event W/we are going to in November may just lead to a whole new bundle of experiences. i think it is wonderful for you and your Master to be involved in the local kink community — i think you will get over that blushing thing soon as well. Master always comments on how i am the first one naked usually at the play parties….LOL
slave dee
So envious!
I’m so happy that you’re getting to experience munches and play parties. They really are something totally different.
(I just wish NZ wasn’t so damn stunted in the play party area! And when we do get them, they’re so fucking tame it’s pathetic. *grump*)
Last Saturday was our first play party. It is a whole different world, isn’t it? :)
woohooo welcome to being free (thats how i see it).
i get a lot out of playing publicly, it charges my batteries, all those others touching/caressing/beating/useing/watching me, what a rush.
my first time i felt just like you and how others have also felt, but it left me wanting more.
its wonderful, really, especially when you are doing it for your Dominant.
I loved reading this post… and I can only imagine how amazing it must have been for you to be a human whipping post. You’re lucky your Master was there to give the others some guidance, especially with strangers (but you know that already).
When I went to a play party in London in August, another Mistress asked Me to beat her male slave who had disobeyed her. She had seen how hard I hit and knew I could really dish it out to him good. She stayed silent the whole time I beat him, but knew I was hitting him very hard. Finally, he cried, “Mercy!” and I stopped immediately and grinned and I gave her the cane.
I always sort of felt bad for him, knowing he was tied up and at the mercy of someone he had never met before. Lucky for him, his Mistress was there to oversee what I was doing to him. She thanked Me and iced his ass afterwards after a nice scolding.
Play parties are made of win. Hehehe. I had a kickass one this weekend as well, and within the next 24 hours or so I hope to get a writeup of it on my lj. I’ll drop you a link, if you’d like. :)
sounds wonderful – I am so jealous!
de ja vu
Wow that gave me a serious de ja vu. I suppose being part of the S&M club wasn’t always bad.
Sinnamon
Gentle reminder . . . .
……about revealing all about the deviant act and the promised lurker’s video ;-)
I actually had my first public scene last night. And while it was just my master playing with me and no one else, I was still sort of freaking out till I was actually THERE and getting flogged. Don’t really know what I was so worried about now. :P
Yay for public scenes!
public party
Now that you have teased us, you ARE going to give us every little detail, aren’t you . ( Shake your head up and down, that’s right ).
I’ve read your blog for a few months now, and I must say that you are an inspiration in the way you share your thoughts and experiences with us. This post in particular spoke to me. I love the paragraph towards the end where you talk about the “liberty they take.” For me, that’s one of the best parts. Just knowing my master is letting it happen and approves the touches. That makes me melt.
Have you read the story I wrote about that sort of thing? Fiction, but seems like you might like it if you haven’t.