anarchistic_masochist
28-06-2011, 05:33 PM
...and I'm still craving more! Honestly, I'm addicted to my own endorphins! I went to a goth/f3t1$h club at the weekend and spent most of the night in the dungeon. Well, it kept me off the booze as I'm trying to watch my weight.
Anyway, I was in the capable hands of one of the "in-house" Doms there. I was wearing a zip-up bondage style dress and I was happy to disrobe and be tethered to a St Andrew's cross in my underwear, which consisted of a black and purple basque, black suspender belt and stockings and matching knickers. Bear in mind that a crowd of spectators were watching me and a bunch of other mostly female subbies being thrashed in various positions by various Doms; there was a full scale pain-orgy in progress going on all around me!
What marked me (heh!) out from the others was that my Dom was using a very heavy-duty flogger which seemed to be made out of thick rope. I was completely lost in a haze of fear, pain and arousal; my mind fast sinking into sweet subspace as the lashes were laid on hard and fast. Every stroke was exquisite agony; masochistic bliss, as waves of ecstasy, seemingly infused with barbed wire, coursed throughout my body. Everyone else were having rather mild handspankings. I obviously had the greedy, gluttonous hunger of a chronic pain-slut for something a bit more extreme...
All too soon, it was over. As soon as he spoke to me to announce this, my heart sank as the subspace spell had been broken. He had the endorphin-fuelled grin of a very satisfied sadist: "this is the first time I have used this flogger so hard on a girl!" he beamed. "I really, really enjoyed that!" Still struggling to engage that part of the brain concerned with speech and syntax, I groggerly replied: "Thank you Sir...I did too!" After I gave him a hug, he beamed so wide he nearly swallowed his ears. This was upon hearing, to his very obvious delight, that I would soon be back for more! I then picked up aforementioned dress, alongside my handbag and staggered out of the dungeon room with a huge silly grin plastered on my face...
Cherry x
Anyway, I was in the capable hands of one of the "in-house" Doms there. I was wearing a zip-up bondage style dress and I was happy to disrobe and be tethered to a St Andrew's cross in my underwear, which consisted of a black and purple basque, black suspender belt and stockings and matching knickers. Bear in mind that a crowd of spectators were watching me and a bunch of other mostly female subbies being thrashed in various positions by various Doms; there was a full scale pain-orgy in progress going on all around me!
What marked me (heh!) out from the others was that my Dom was using a very heavy-duty flogger which seemed to be made out of thick rope. I was completely lost in a haze of fear, pain and arousal; my mind fast sinking into sweet subspace as the lashes were laid on hard and fast. Every stroke was exquisite agony; masochistic bliss, as waves of ecstasy, seemingly infused with barbed wire, coursed throughout my body. Everyone else were having rather mild handspankings. I obviously had the greedy, gluttonous hunger of a chronic pain-slut for something a bit more extreme...
All too soon, it was over. As soon as he spoke to me to announce this, my heart sank as the subspace spell had been broken. He had the endorphin-fuelled grin of a very satisfied sadist: "this is the first time I have used this flogger so hard on a girl!" he beamed. "I really, really enjoyed that!" Still struggling to engage that part of the brain concerned with speech and syntax, I groggerly replied: "Thank you Sir...I did too!" After I gave him a hug, he beamed so wide he nearly swallowed his ears. This was upon hearing, to his very obvious delight, that I would soon be back for more! I then picked up aforementioned dress, alongside my handbag and staggered out of the dungeon room with a huge silly grin plastered on my face...
Cherry x