Bring Me Down

Bring me down....in a good way.  People who don't like pain, or who don't understand the euphoria that can come from pain -  will completely NOT understand this post. But that's okay.  Because I do.

Sometimes, I get really high.  I've never done heroin or cocaine or anything like that, but my guess would be its that kind of high.  Where you have impaired judgement but don't realize it, feel invincible, on top of the world, and just completely MANIC. 

When I get this way, it manifests itself in different ways.  Sometimes I become a workaholic, sometimes a cleaning freak, sometimes and most often, a sexual fiend. That's what happened last week.  The sexual fiend part that is. 

I had been on a terror for more than a week and just COULD NOT come down.  Every man  (or woman) that I looked at I felt like I could eat them up and fuck them raw.

Now I had sex a lot last week.  A whole lot.  And it wasn't helping.  I could not just simply could not come down. Now some may say, awe poor baby all sexed up.  Yeah, except it gets a little frustrating when you feel like you could fuck the wall and your play partners are busy or fucked out! And it's also frustrating to be consumed by the thought of sex, and spend half of your day fucking yourself.  So, although I'm generally a "high" sex drive kind of girl, this was WAAY over the top. 

It's happened before, and I know of a sure fire way to come down the right way.  I texted Him. Asked if he was busy.  He said yes, why?  I explained.  He offered to let me come over for a little while and help. I totally took him up on the offer.

He has evolved.  Hugely.  He had this bench set up in the living room, and all of the implements laid out.  He had instructed me to bring my wand. Most of the items he made/created/modified himself.  He is a helluva creative man!

He had me standing on this platform, where my ankles were strapped to the post, and the post was a height adjustable dildo which he fitted into my pussy. Essentially that meant I couldn't really move a whole lot.  I guess that was the point.

The flogger was first.  And always my favorite.  I LIKE the flogger.  My tolerance to pain has diminished so much.  But I sucked it up and he was actually very generous in his methods by giving me breaks and working me up to handle more.

After the flogger was ummm, the cane I think? Or something that had multiple sticks on it.  I think the cane was one of the last.  The paddle was definitely involved, and I really really really HATED the paddle.  His hand, he used his hand alot.  To the point where I asked if it hurt, and not just my ass.

He has a way with my ass, beating it that is. I appreciate it and enjoyed every minute. That is something I truly enjoy about being with him.  I feel completely comfortable with him and am able to trust him.  Trust is very difficult for me to give.

 Nothing like a shiny red ass!

The above picture was the night of my ass beating, the below picture was the morning after.  I bruise so easily. 

   This time, the bruises only lasted about 5 days, previously when he had beaten me if the foyer my bruises lasted more than 2 weeks.  Not sure if it was the implements that affected how long the bruising stayed, or what.