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Tuesday, March 27, 2007New GroundLast night marks the first time I drew blood on pet. It wasn't even a long scene, but I raised enough blood to the surface that when I went after him with my new toy, which is truly evil and lovely, I got blood, enough to make me stop and clean up since it was our first time and all. A picture of a similar object is here: http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-1003196819339_1940_35474587 It's a wire brush to keep ballroom dancing shoes scuffed up on the bottoms. What happens when sadists clean out their closets? Evil, that's what. I felt a myriad of emotions, raw desire being in the forefront closely followed by worry. He's fine, btw, it was really nothing and left a pretty square of pinholes in his ass for me to admire. He actually wanted more pain, and I'm really amazed at how far we've come since we started BDSM. He didn't complain or worry me about it, just said he could have done more if I wanted to. He also mentioned that digging my nails into his thigh doesn't prevent orgasm like it used to. Anyway, it was a big moment for us, for me, to keep going in scene despite that kind of intensity (no more ass beating commenced, however, MY limit was reached). I'm proud of us. |