Monday, February 27, 2006Alone
My lovely pet took the little ones out for pancakes so I could recover from my visit to the sadist, I mean dentist. I'm alone and all I can think about is beating the hell out of pet's ass. Pain seems to bring out my less than sweet dominant side...
I'd start off with the suede flogger, warming him up. He loves that thing, it is far more pleasure than pain for him, like a backrub. I flog all over his ass and back, bringing the blood to bloom and warming him up for the main event. He likes this, gets lost in the sensations.
Pain tends to bring him back to earth, though, and I'd probably continue on with my bare hand. He's been coaching me in the finer points of painful vs. Pleasurable spankings. Which is useful for when I really want to see him squirm. I provoke a nice, pink glow to his cheeks and ignore his "ow"s. After all, his safe word has not come into play. I like to alternate between the painful and the pleasurable, letting the sensations build up until they become a bit blurred for him.
Then, I get out the riding crop, and any blur vanishes with a few well placed slaps that really do hurt.
After the ass beating, I have no idea what I have planned. Maybe nothing. Just a cathartic, satisfying session of breaking the pleasure/pain barrier with pet.