Dark Musings: 13
Anonymous
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We made our way over to the party, walking hand in hand. I was
peaceful and very happy.
I had never been to one of these things before, so I did not have
any idea what to expect, and over the next three days, I learned a
lot. I really believe that going to a party such as this is a
tremendous education. I learned a lot that stretched my ideas of
BDSM, and I learned a lot about myself.
Jeffery had collared me, and it was an incredible feeling. For
this time, away from the other problems our relationship brought, I
was his, and I could revel in it.
We socialized, and went out to eat, then came back and got down to
serious party business. We watched a scene where a woman was
flogged/whipped. I had never seen such a thing, let alone
experienced it, and with the harsh crack of the whips and her
cries, I was sure it must hurt tremendously. I was in awe of what
was happening to her, sure that I could never take such a thing. I
found myself getting very excited, and a bit trepidatious. I had
traveled a long way for this, and I didn't want to disappoint
Jeffery. I was sure he would find that I was a wimp, and couldn't
take any of the stuff he had planned for me.
At the end of the scene, Jeffery pulled me close and whispered that
we were going upstairs to do a private scene. I suddenly felt very
shy. Here was the real test; would I be a disappointment to him?
We went upstairs into one of the rooms, and after entering a
bedroom, we began to get ready. We covered one of the beds with a
plastic sheet, and Jeffery ordered me to strip.
Being naked makes me feel very vulnerable. I know it does for most
people, but for me, it is even worse. Being naked for sex somehow
was not the same as being naked here for BDSM. I did it, though,
stripped out of my clothes, and awaited his next order.
I was cuffed and ordered down on the bed. I lay there naked and
exposed, and he lit a candle.
I could feel my sex getting wet. Just the thought that finally we
would do in person, what we did over the phone, brought me near the
edge of an excitement I had never dreamed possible. I was shaking
with it, waiting, ready.
He kissed me and stroked me, and told me to lay still. As the
first drop of red wax landed on my pale skin, I moaned. I love
this feeling, so unique, pain radiating pleasure.
He dropped more wax on me, drop by drop, teasing me. Dropping wax
on my belly, my thighs...finally on my pubic mound and my breasts.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I moaned and
writhed. And when he hit my nipples with the wax, I would have
exploded in orgasm if it had not been forbidden. Drop after drop
fell, my mind filled with the sensations of the wax and him. My
love for him swelled, I was his, and when he ordered me to my
knees, and told me to suck him, I went eagerly. In that time and
place, all that existed was him and the wax.
As I sucked, he dropped more wax across my back. I was conscious
of being filled with his smell and taste, and the hot pleasure/pain
on my back. At one point I couldn't breathe very well, and started
to pull back a little, but he ordered me to continue, and I did.
And when he came, exploding into my mouth, I was greedy for him,
the sensations all pooling together. I heard him give the command
to come, and I convulsed in pure pleasure.
Afterwards, he held me, and told me of his pride in me and his
love. At that moment, I knew this man was forever a part of me.
While we had been doing the scene, nothing existed but him and what
he was doing to me. My heart was filled with love and submission.
He had been so careful with me. I felt cherished, loved and safe.
At that time, I would have done anything he asked of me. I was his.
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