A realistic glimpse into a modern Master/slave relationship.
Shedding a bit of light into this dark world.
This past Friday, there was an awesome TNG party at Paddles. (TNG parties are always great because this means they are closed to the public— only TNG members and their guests are allowed, which means the space does not get overcrowded and there are no annoying “tourists”.)
After mingling a bit and perusing a few scenes, Master decided to strap me into a chair for a bit of sensation play. The chair I was strapped into had straps on the thighs (the “legs” were on hinges, so I was sitting, but Master could open and close my legs easily to reach various parts of my thighs), a strap around the chest, and a few holding my arms out to the sides. And then he blindfolded me.
A few clothespin-zippers winding around my arms and collar-bone (he always puts clothespins on the areas of my body that have very little fat- ow!), a few beatings with a hard leather paddle, and many miles of Master’s new 7-wheel Wartenberg wheel later, and one or two tears were starting to seep through the blindfold. We took a short break, and then I found myself bent over a bondage horse, my arms restrained to the front legs, my own legs free, but of course I must keep them straight with my ass in the air (and I’m in heels and a corset).
Master liked this position a lot because he could use the flogger and paddle on me with less effort on his part than usual. And he LOVES the Wartenberg wheel— which, of course, is much more effective on beaten-skin. (Ok, I should say that I love it too!)
It was a very fun night. Nothing too intense, but we haven’t played like that in a while, so he knew to start slow. I had only a little red on my upper thighs the next day, but that would all change on Sunday. Stay tuned, kinksters :-)