#fun fun fun fun
When you let Reaction Junkie set things up for you, and then actually go up to someone you don’t know who you saw have a fun looking flogging scene and ask if he’ll flog you, you set up some fun things! Like someone paying to fuck you and some flogging at camp!
I’m planning to write more details about yesterday sometime this weekend, but for now, here’s a very happy-making list.
- I got a reasonable amount of sleep.
- Reaction Junkie told me a story in the car on the way to work while I got myself off in the passenger seat.
- I had a nice lunch with My Boss.
- My Boss drove me to the top of a parking garage and spanked my ass with a paddle until I was whimpering and writhing.
- Reaction Junkie texted me during the day, telling me dirty thing he wanted to do to me.
- I had a good conversation with Nickname TBD and we planned getting together at the con coming up the weekend after this.
- I I had good time at happy hour D talking with friends, old and new.
- I made a new friend, Radical Girl.
- I got to see The Unknown Quantity, who I haven’t seen much of lately.
- While we were waiting for the train, Reaction Junkie was all dommy and made a friend of his, B, directly ask me if he could grab my ass and tits, and, when I said yes, B did so.
- Reaction Junkie then got me incredibly turned on by making me whisper lewd things to B on the train, despite my protests.
- Reaction Junkie used all the things he had done to me during the day (the orgasm in the morning, the texts during the day, the things he made B do to me and me do to B) against me, teasing me on on off for the rest of the night, and this morning.
I had an awesome scene with The Violinist at happy hour last night. He tied me in a position that was uncomfortable and challenging, but not unsustainable. That meant I stayed in it for the entire time, which was fantastic, since that doesn’t happen all the time.
Once his rope was on me, he started moving me around. I was laying over his lap, and he pushed me and pulled me, even scaring me by making me think I was going to fall off the couch by allllmost letting me go over the edge.
He grabbed my right leg, which was tied to my bent left leg and my right arm, and pulled it up, pushing me on my back and causing the pressure on the ropes to increase. He smacked my ass a few times, and then started punching. All of a sudden he spun me around so I was facing the other direction, and resumed hitting me.
The punches were landing not on the soft fleshy/muscley part of my ass, but a little to the side, on a more boney section. That meant they hurt more. He punched me a few more times, and then pushed my leg up further to get even better access. That’s when he started using things other than his fists.
First he threw in a few elbows, and then he started kneeing me. I was already making some pretty good pain sounds, but when his knee hit my ass, I got even louder. After a couple more times, I started gulping back sobs and holding in tears. The Violinist noticed and asked, “Are you going to cry?” I nodded and he told me that was fine, I could cry, and kept going.
He kneed me again and the tears started to form. The Violinist looked at me and said, “Oh, I guess you need more to cry.” He did it again, hard, and the tears started to fall. “Need another?” he asked. I considered for a split second and decided I could take a little more for him, so I shakily held up one finger and said, “One more?” He kneed me one final time, really hard.
We calmed down for a bit after that. I asked if I could have some water and The Violinist of course said yes. He handed it to me and I drank some. When I was done, he started easing back into things, laying on top of me, messing with the position of my limbs to make the tension in the ropes increase and decrease, hurting me more and less.
Then he hauled me up so that I was kneeling on the couch. He moved around me and started hitting my back, which is a surefire way to send me on the path to subspace. He smacked me a few times across the middle of my back, increasing the strength as he went. Then he punched me on the back of my shoulder and I fell forward against the back of the couch.
He continued punching me in the back, towards the bottoms of my shoulder blades. My hair fell over my face, which was pressed into the back of the couch as I gritted my teeth and started to cry again. Being hit in the back, especially where he was hitting me, does me a frighten, even though I’m quite confident in The Violinist’s abilities and experience. That, plus the fact that I get a little light-headed with repeated strikes to the upper back, is part of what puts me in a subby headspace, so I love it, but it does also mean that I can’t take too much of that kind of impact.
The Violinist knows this, and did a very good job of reading me and figuring out when I was done without me feeling the need to even think “Yellow,” He finished with a particularly hard punch that made me gasp. Then he moved around to the front of me and pushed my hair back so he could see my face. He smiled at me and said, “There you are.” I gave him as shaky smile back.
He helped me back into a kneeling position. As I looked at him he moved my hair around, placing it where he wanted it and then sat back and said, “You look pretty.” Now, a while ago when I was closer with him and kinda doing a d/s-y thing with him, I learned that The Violinist’s preferred honorific is his name. So something like, “Yes, [The Violinist].” I hear my roommate, Sunny, use it all the time since they do have a dynamic. Through much of the scene last night, I’d been thinking about using it, although I wasn’t sure if I should, so I hadn’t yet. However, after the beating and the lovely headspace it produced, I was in such a subby place that almost without thinking, I replied, “Thank you, [The Violinist]” and looked up at him. He seemed pleased and I felt happy with my choice.
The rest of the scene was spent with The Violinist and I making out and him being rough with me. He grabbed me and scratched me and threw me around a bit. As with the beating, he did a really good job of pushing me up to a limit and then backing off before it got to be too much. At one point, he was grabbing my tits and squeezing them, which is something that is difficult for me to take much of. He was getting really into it and was going hard enough that I started to consider saying something when I saw him realize he was pushing my limits. He visibly took control of himself and eased off. The fact that he was able to keep my needs in mind while getting so into his sadism made me feel confident in him as a play partner and eager to bottom for him again.
Aftercare was him slowly undoing the rope while we cuddled and kissed and talked. We made plans to hang out the weekend after this one. Just as it had been while we were playing, during aftercare I thought very little, if at all, about anything outside of our interaction. The whole scene was amazing and got me out of my head and into a happy mental state perfectly.
psycho killer…. cat cafe
