Dark Musings: 16
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Whatever time it was the next morning when we roused ourselves, it
was far too early. I am normally a morning person, but the late
night combined with the stress before I had come and the stress
last night, had left me exhausted.
Jo and John got the bathroom first, and while they did, Jeffery and
I made love yet again. When it was our turn for the bathroom, we
showered together. It was a very loving and submissive experience
for me. I washed his body with my long hair, using it as a
washcloth. As I knelt there before him in the shower, cleaning his
body with my soapy hair, my love for him was so intense, I felt I
would burst from the joy of it all.
I rinsed him, and after he had finished in the shower, I gently
dried his body. We dressed and the four of us headed out.
We had a wonderful morning, exploring the area around the party
site. It was a delightful little town, with some wonderful
restaurants and shops.
I noticed that Jo seemed distressed, a bit listless. I wasn't sure
exactly what was happening, but I knew she had been dealing with a
lot of things lately. She is a wonderful lady, who has put up with
much in her life. I was very concerned for her, but not sure what
to do. I felt that part of the problem was that she needed a bit
of extra attention that she was not getting, and it was not in her
nature to ask. But in her typically kind fashion, she noticed a
necklace that had caught my eye, and without my knowledge urged
Jeffery to buy it for me.
Eventually, we headed back to the hotel, and back to the party.
Jeffery and I snuggled, and watched a few scenes, and eventually
went back to the hotel to change. This time, Jeffery chose a
corset and stockings for me to wear under a skirt. He also took a
small padlock and locked together my labia rings.
I felt the rush of wetness as he clicked shut the lock, and
pocketed the key, and once again I was struck by the difference in
what I had known and what I was now experiencing. Jeffery knew I
had never had anything suspended from the rings, and he very
carefully let me know that I was not to endure any pain from this,
not at this time, and if there was a problem, to let him know
immediately. I nodded my agreement, and we headed out.
When we got back to the party, the first real test for me was to
come. Jeffery told me to go upstairs and remove my skirt and
blouse. I was to return wearing only the corset, panties and
stockings. I went to obey him with trepidation.
Now for most people, public nudity is not a big thing. But when I
was a child, I was extremely humiliated using nudity, and since
that time, it is one thing that will bring me close to tears.
Jeffery knew this, and I was grateful that he was taking this a bit
at a time.
I have a trick that I have used since childhood. When things
become unbearable, I retreat mentally. I just do not think about
them, so I refused to think about my state of dress. I sat down
whenever possible, or stood with my back to a wall, since my ass
was completely exposed. At one point, Jeffery made me show my
labia rings to some friends. That was the closest I came that
weekend to safewording. I hesitated, just for a second, and I knew
he saw my distress, but I obeyed. And when I did, his pride was a
great reward.
The nudity issue was to get pushed yet again a bit further. At one
point, Jeffery indicated that we were going to go to a private room
for my first flogging. There was one new friend who was invited to
watch, and we headed up to the room.
When we got up to the room, and Jeffery had arranged the bed, he
ordered me to strip completely. I was mortified; here this person
would see me naked. Lovers were one thing, but virtual strangers
quite another. I did it, though it was very hard. Again, Jeffery
had known how far to push me.
My only previous experience with being hit, outside of actual pain-
filled beatings, had been with Tom spanking me, or lashing me with
his belt. Tom is a very big man, and very strong, so when he hit
me, it hurt. So I fully expected this flogging to be very
painful. But I trusted Jeffery, and wanted to give him the gift of
my submission, even through pain.
I was very afraid that I would not be able to take it, but I was
determined to try. At Jeffery's order, I lay face down on the bed,
and was chained at the wrists. I lay there, tense and excited,
waiting for the first stroke.
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