Sensual Sadist

We are playing with more intensity and frequency these days. Pet still feels sad that his lack of physical mobility and decreased masochism is letting me down, but the reality is that I’m never happier.

A few days ago we went out for a meal (admittedly, to the local Chinese buffet) and when we got back we went into the garden and he worked on my boots. Since this has been a longstanding fantasy and I’ve only recently developed the moxie to go out in more sexy boots (usually opting to wear my tan block heels which don’t lend themselves to worship since they’re suede), it was a wonderful moment for me.

He looks so peaceful licking the dirt off of the lowest part of my being, there’s never any conflict - he just does it and clearly enjoys it as much as I do. He’s not worshiping my boots. He’s not a boot worshiper - he worships me. That’s a rare and beautiful thing to an order of magnitude most people just don’t understand.

The next day I went with pet to his doctor’s appointment and then to his workplace with him. While this wasn’t a particularly kinky day I enjoyed being out and being myself. Everything has a new and vibrant quality to it, asif previously everything was flat and now it is filled bursting with colour and essence. This of course applies to both my internal world and the appearance of the external world.

Pet even displayed a mild gesture of submissiveness towards me at work. That made me feel really good - not because I’m into public ‘anything’, but just because it showed me that his feelings towards me are real enough to stand up outside of these four walls. It was a display of confidence in me which was much appreciated.

Last night after another ritualized boot licking, we decided to do some more S+M. I asked for his help by telling me what he thinks will do him good, what he can manage and what he can’t, and we had a lot of communication going back and fourth on what we were both feeling. Though I did enjoy reminding him who was boss and who wasn’t in a gentle and playful way…

We decided to have him chained up to the hitching rings in the (fairly empty) dining room, allowing me access to his front and back. It has the most area for swinging. He asked me to stick to the stingy floggers and whips, so that he can last longer for me.

I remembered how much work this stuff is. But it’s fun! Don’t ever complain that you’re the one who has to do all the work. Complaining about having to do that is so non-dom. I’m serious! If you like doing this stuff as I do the memories are well worth the sweat and effort. I tend to like throwing one stroke with my left hand, then one with my right, alternating like that. Constantly changing hands keeps me focussed and I enjoy hitting with symmetry for the most part. This seems to require lots of footwork which is OK since I like the sound of my footwear as well as my own voice.

We were both amazed how good my technique was despite the year or so of being out of action. I tried all sorts of kinds of throw, and some figure-8. I mix up free throws with holding the instrument taut and releasing it suddenly with the flick. I worked on his back and front side, focusing on his lower butt and inner thighs, but I also got comfortable whipping his upper back which I’ve always felt a bit weird about for some reason. Still, I’m glad I’m over that because it’s a great location :)

Our clear collective favourite is the single-tail bullwhip. I mean, it’s so damn sexy just to look at, and everyone says how dangerous it is. Ours is 44 inches long so it’s pretty nifty. While I used the pull-back-and-throw method on his butt and legs, I found it took just a small, carefully controlled movement of my hand to deliver deep red marks to his upper back. It seems that the whip is happy to do much of the work for you with the right movements.

I’m guessing he was standing there taking this for about an hour and 20 minutes. We had drinks breaks and I stopped to suck his tongue off here and there. Good times indeed.