WriterDom
Good to the last drop
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He was back in a heartbeat for more. I think I ruined him for anyone else.
He probably still jacks off to the memories.
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He was back in a heartbeat for more. I think I ruined him for anyone else.
The other is going to sound kind of trivial but to me it was not. There is a form of porn that makes me very uncomfortable for various reasons. Master had me pull a particular site up on the net, put me on my hands and knees and fucked me while he made me flip through those images. He made it very clear how much he enjoyed looking at them as he used me. I wasn't allowed to look away from the screen either.

Hmmm... intense, huh?
#3 was a little frustrating for a sadist... she sometimes just *zipped* into subspace before I'd hardly gotten started, I felt. One night, I wanted to push her as far as she could go *without* going spacey on me, so I made some affirmative plans to stop her from getting there. The thing was, the cane could take her there in as few as four or five strokes....
It was handy, in our house, to have our playspace be only a couple of steps from the kitchen door, and a couple more steps to the refrigerator. After about 15 minutes of spanking and paddling, then another half hour of flogging, then about 10 minutes of working her ass and backs of her upper thighs over thoroughly with a riding crop, I got out the canes. Yes, plural. I also made a quick detour into the kitchen and got out from the freezer a aluminum paddle and a large bowl full of ice cubes I'd prepared earlier.
Swish-smack! with the thinnest cane, and twice more. Then I took the ice-cold aluminum paddle and gently soothed it over the cane stripes, then replaced it in the bowl of ice cubes. When her whole bottom was covered with goosebumps, I picked up the thinnest cane again for three more well-spaced strokes. Again with the aluminum paddle - after drying it off! - softly brushing it over her new stripes. Three more, aluminum paddle, three more, aluminum paddle (dried off each time). Each time she got the soothing paddle, she whimpered, wanting more of the cane, but knowing she wasn't going to get it.
Then I picked up a middle-weight cane, more thud, deeper impact. Three strokes, dried-off aluminum paddle, repeated four times. She's now had two dozen "of the best," interspersed with the cooling/soothing aluminum paddle intended not to ease her pain but to keep her from going into subspace.
The heaviest cane now found its way into my hand, a fiberglass wand 13mm in diameter (about 1/2 inch). Three strokes about 30 seconds apart, followed by cooling her bottom with *ice cubes,* not the paddle, and not drying her ass afterward. Three more, ice cubes. Her bottom, by now, was *very* well-striped, despite the soothing and cooling of the paddle and ice cubes, and for the coup de grace, she took six more strokes of the heavy cane about 2 seconds apart. She was coming by the third stroke, and collapsed into a quivering mound of orgasmic shudders just seconds after the last.
We didn't do that sort of scene often, because she really *liked* getting into subspace, and I liked taking her there, but when I really felt the need to "let the sadist out" full force, she was more than willing.![]()

Thank you!The pictures are great, Bunny and nh!
Oh, I want to try that!I don't think this was the most intense but it signaled a major step in our relationship.
Breathplay of any sort was an original hard limit for me. I have asthma, get claustophobic and well...I get panicky when my breathing is not under my control. I'm also a real safety freak so I don't like to be restrained so much I can't get myself out.
So I start reading about saranwrap mummification and mention it to Daddy that I though it was interesting if it was just partial--like just my chest and arms. The next time we get together he has decided to wrap me completely. He had started with my chest and gone down to my ankles very tightly. I was afraid I would freak out about not being able to escape but I was finding myself really becoming calm. When he was finished he looked at me. I no longer had a safe word but I could tell he wasn't going to do my head because he didn't want me to freak out. But I felt so amazingly calm and asked him to wrap my head, too. He wrapped my head, quickly cutting a little slit for my mouth and nose.
It was as if the last barrier to total trust had been taken down. I really did trust him completely with my life. That moment meant alot to both of us.
(sorry, not allowed to post the pictures)
When I put a spreader bar on the virgin (vaginal) and she was kicking her heels up towards her ass laughing like it didn't work. I tied the bar to the footboard and she said, "oh shit." Then I raped her ass. Not really, it was consensual. Best piece of ass I got from her. Almost ten years ago and she still has a chunk of my heart.![]()

He looks like a dork, but this is a fine example of the true art of domination.
here are a couple of pictures i took yesterday, while working on an assignment... i posted some other ones on my pic thread, but i figure people over here will understand better why i enjoy what i enjoy.
the whole experience of making, creating and painting was sexually intoxicating. then being able to share, talk and cum oh so hard afterwards was.... wow. i slept very nicely last night.![]()
Very nice! We don't do paint, but Master has a thing for latex. It's so fucking expensive though, so we do liquid latex. It's really fun. He made me a pair of boyshort panties with it once. They make my butt look really good!
i would love to play with latex some time... but i'm allergicBecause while I enjoyed *pushing* her limits, I didn't want to *break* them, and was well aware that while she was in subspace, she might be incapable of using her safeword or safe signal.As an OT question: may I ask why did you feel you could not "let the sadist out" full force if she was in subspace?
Because while I enjoyed *pushing* her limits, I didn't want to *break* them, and was well aware that while she was in subspace, she might be incapable of using her safeword or safe signal.
The latter is an amazing story. You must have a really caring and committed Master in order to go through with something like that, and also he must have a very vivid imagination.
*fan self*
some strategically applied ice could do the trick![]()
Ice does it for me.
As for intense scenes, I can't think of the best or the most intense or anything. Honestly, I won't go into details in a public forum. That said, ones that really do it for me involve breath play and the belt. One's that really do it for him involve smacking and some minor name calling (bitch, etc). Put all that together, and we're both pretty happy.


Oh forgot a boobie pic. Well I didn't want to post it, but bunny says it's ok.
God I love breath play.Ice does it for me.
As for intense scenes, I can't think of the best or the most intense or anything. Honestly, I won't go into details in a public forum. That said, ones that really do it for me involve breath play and the belt. One's that really do it for him involve smacking and some minor name calling (bitch, etc). Put all that together, and we're both pretty happy.

i have to agree on the breath play and belt...
one of most intense for me involved being taken from behind, hair yanked, clit and breasts slapped and orgasm control. he had to hold me tight when i was finally allowed to cum. spasming body... hmmm... okay! that's my story, and i'm sticking to it!
*runs and hides for a while*
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Thank you!this is very beautiful. i love post play pictures of marks and bruising. there is something so sensual about them. like the calm following a thunderstorm.

Because while I enjoyed *pushing* her limits, I didn't want to *break* them, and was well aware that while she was in subspace, she might be incapable of using her safeword or safe signal.