My world
The first time I encountered a BDSM themed play party was about five years ago when I accompanied a submissive male friend to a gathering at the home of one of his associates. I can recall so clearly the night I was introduced to the world of flogging and beating and the way it left my inner domina hungry for more.
I was dressed simply (haha, there’s nothing really *simple* about wearing PVC or rubber clothing) in a black PVC catsuit, a sleeveless/tank top style with sexy V-neck cut that zipped up the front. My long auburn hair was piled on top of my head with a few amber tendrils falling loose around my face. It was late fall, and the night was cold and crisp. Walking into that party with my friend, I sensed a different type of energy in this crowd than I’d ever noticed at vanilla gatherings.
Back then, the overall physical-play aspect was a fairly mild one…that first night, I participated in a spanking game while the submissive’s boyfriend watched. Quite frankly, for me, I found I was more turned on by the psychological element that somehow was opening up for me through that initial exchange. How intoxicating and amusing that beautiful, interesting men and women would approach me and drop to their knees and beg to be of service to me in some way. I turned down these requests, even though I was more than intrigued. I think I probably chuckled quite a bit at first, thinking, “What in the world??”
And then the sweetest little dumpling of a girl and her dominant boyfriend asked if I would spank her with a flogger. He wanted to watch while another woman topped his girlfriend and she always fantasized about being spanked by a female. There was something about the sparkle in her eyes and the way she said, “Please?” that appealed to me. So, she lifted up her little skirt and revealed a creamy, heart shaped, darling behind that just seemed to be *needing* to be hit. Who was I to refuse?
I asked the girl’s dominant boyfriend to demonstrate the way he used the flogger on his pet. He brought out a very pretty black-suede stranded instrument and I stroked the material while he explained the best way to begin. I observed his approach and studied his pet’s response. She squirmed and squealed with delight when the strands brushed across her skin. Then it was my turn.
I started out rather slowly, almost tentatively. The first strikes I administered to her ass with the flogger were rather soft, almost teasing. She giggled a little when the leather met her skin initially. Then as I became more comfortable and started to build momentum, each blow was delivered more harshly than the one before it. I paused here and there, to observe her pale bottom turn pink, then crimsom, then scarlet. Welts began to appear on her bare flesh. I stopped to caress and trace the indentations I created and she moaned softly, beautifully. Harder and harder I hit her, and she would wince, moan and shake. I stopped for a moment and looked at her boyfriend whose eyes were glued to his pet’s lovely, writhing body. I looked at her face and it was flushed with the most amazing mixture of pain, disorientation and glazed-over surreal-ness. I was hooked, not so much on just the power of being able to *cause* pain to another, but more so that I could bring this other person to such a place of ecstacy, to take one and make them so vulnerable and in that moment, literally own them.
This was a world in which I belonged.
