Yes Mistress

I saw my Mistress today.
She believes im holding onto some old heartbreak, actually not old, and withholding love from myself because of the heartbreak. She said there were layers of fire, I felt layers and colors of different flames. We began with some Shibari, my favorite, I helped with some ties in the beginning with my legs. Mistress tied my wrists to the massage table I laid on so that I couldn't wriggle out but around. Stuck happily upon the massage table, I waited for my Mistress to administer what she felt was needed for my release. She announced she would use the leather strap.

Leather strap:
Straps are used in impact play. They are thick in diameter for maximum result. The recoil provides a snapping sound which adds to the intensity to the play on a physical and psychological level. The placement of said impact causes bruising and warmth to the connective tissue which excites the skin and inspires color. The result in such play can be intimate, painful, percussive, intermittent, teaching and many other disciplines imagined. During scenes, the Strap can be added or featured depending on the general outcome.

The leather strap impacted my ribs with a thuddy percussive blow which drew my breath away. Delivered on both sides of my body, the thuddy-goodness repeated its unwavering discipline evenly. With every blow, moans and struggling became a state I would soon grow comfortable and uncomfortable oscillating. My body responded to each delivery differently as the Strap found nooks and crannies long forgotten. The sudden warmth interchanging to emotion leveled by deep-rooted fire and even more rooted blazes that spike, like solar flares, was unleashed.  My body wanted to cum. My mind wanted to fight. My spirit wanted to merge and ground, none were accomplished simultaneously, and the fight begins.
Rising and falling as Mistress sees fit, I am at her command and deliverance. Her vocal satisfaction instilled my ease to be more playful, giggly but more importantly, removed from trauma. The softness of a Woman Top is opposite sides of the moon from a Male Top. I understand now. The intuitive portions are sometimes deprived when working with Male Tops and the sexual tension is much different...ineffable. When my Mistress administered her impact blow with the leather Strap to my ribs with force, I screamed in Pleasure &  Pain. I felt wet instantly. The sound of the leather snapping when it touches my ribs, the echo of my chest cavity, the smell of leather and the faint giggles from my Mistress at my efforts to escape her bind told tales of many who thought they too could escape her delicious grasp, unsuccessful.
She proceeded to change her style as I became comfortable with its charms. Flogging, Canning, Spanking!

Spanking:
I remember the day I stopped getting spanked. I also remember the day I got spanked in a sexual way. Completely different and just as enjoyable. Whether or not I deserve to get spanked I enjoy it every time. Using the hand is more effective for me. I'll melt if spanked right and ill let go if the spank is really right.

When Mistress spanked me really hard I let out a moan, cute to my understanding. I could feel Mistress smiling at me. I could also feel my Mistress creating new ways for me to repeat the sound in different octaves, different wavering breath patterns mentally as she played my body like a drum. I got hot all over. I tried to use breathing techniques I've learned over the years, however, I haven't had sex in a long time and my body responded in kind. Moaning. Twisting. Moving and recovering from her intense strike after strike. I was enveloped in Pain and Pleasure Simultaneously.

"Have you had enough"?

" Yes Mistress".

"Good Girl".         *slaps ass*