sparkles journal

bdsm, Owned and collared, slave, submission, daily life, and life's reflections

BDSM PARTY, the kick off

We had our monthly party this past Saturday night.  What a blast.  Our parties are so much fun.  Master and I were the kick off to get everyone going.  We are the host and hostess of the group.  Everyone was standing around and we wanted to get the party started.  Master tied my breast.  People started watching us.  One person even pulled up a chair to watch close so he could see how to tie.   Master is very good at tying.  Then he tied me to a metal piece of equipment.  It is not the Saint Andrews cross, although we do have one of those.  This particular piece of equipment has a cross piece of metal in the center and the sides have wide enough pieces of metal going across that you can tie someone to it very securely.  He tied my breast to the sides of the metal with rope, one on each side of the equipment of course.  He spread my legs as far as I could spread and tied my ankles to the metal.  He also tied my wrists and attached them to the sides of the metal apparatus.  Then he began to flog me.  He floggs me hard but I enjoy it.  He takes a moment and reaches from behind me wrapping his arms around me and squeezes and pulls my nipples hard.  I want to cum.  He counts down.  Five, four, three, I don’t think I can hold it, two, one and then commands me to cum and I do, hard.  Then he calls a female over to hold a vibrator on me and he gets his dragons tail.  He comes back with it and is hitting my back and my butt with it.  He hits hard enough that I am gasping and moaning loud.  When he starts counting down for me to cum, each of the hits from the whip get harder and harder, on the fifth one I feel a stinging pain, it is almost too much,  I scream and cum.  He continues to whip me hard.  He takes a moment to feel my wet mound and inserts his fingers and thrusts hard inside me over and over.  I am cumming and squiting everywhere, including spraying on the girl who is holding the vibrator on me.  Then he went back to whipping me.  This session I am told was about an hour long.  After a while, I no longer felt the pain of the hits, even though he was still hitting me hard, I felt them but they didn’t hurt anymore. I didn’t notice any of the people that were watching.   All I could do was hear his voice and feel the vibrator.  Subspace.  My head was spinning and it was just one long continuous orgasm.  I am a slave, no safeword.  He knows me and he knows when I have had enough.  He carefully unties me and puts a chair behind me.  he puts a towel on the chair for me and guides me back so I don’t fall.  Then wraps a warm towel around me and hugs me, a gentle kiss is shared and he stands beside me to give me comfort.  After a couple of minutes I hear the sound of whips and I look up and people are playing.  Our energy gives them energy.

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1 Comment

  1. Sounds amazing!

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