Discipline Night inside the confinement room

Last night was Discipline night so I decided to do it in the confinement room. Since James wants me to find my inner sadist and treat him ‘more cruelly’, I told him I was in the mood to hurt him and that he should be afraid. I dressed in a pair of leather pants and wore by leather bra. No boots, no gloves. I tied him using wrist and ankle cuffs with his nose up against the south most rubber wall. I rubbed up against his naked backside so he could feel the cold leather of my bra and pants. I began his discipline by choosing a flogger.  

The sound inside of the confinement room really adds to the mind games. The loud echo off those rubber walls makes it sound like I am hitting much harder than I really am. Not that I am not hitting him hard, but the echo is incredible.  

I always begin with light blows, rotating between his ass cheeks, his back and his thighs. I began with just the one flogger and I added another, going in a circular motion. I believe this method is known as the windmill from those who are into the fine art of corporal punishment. I built up the pace to moderate, adding to the severity.  

The floggers sting more than anything else. I actually whipped myself with them one day, just to see, and they do not hurt all that bad and they don’t leave marks, but they do sting. It is the psychological effect that drives James wild. I can hit him with severe force using the floggers and not hurt him, but the hard blows, the stinging sensation and the loud sound echoing off the walls was taking him to subspace. I was really getting into flogging him, more so than usual. I probably spent fifteen or twenty minutes just on the floggers. My arms were already sore and we had just begun. Whipping a man can be a great workout, if you want to tone up your arms.  

I took a brief break as I was getting hot. I stepped out of the confinement room into the basement and sat down to rest and cool off. I closed the door and left James bound in the dark. After I treated myself to a glass of water, I returned to the room. I once again brushed up against James’s naked flesh and got inside his head. I told him how the floggers were just the start because I was very turned on and I was in the mood for a marathon whipping session.  

The next item I chose was a long, thick wooden paddle with holes. A male from our ClubFEM days made this paddle for me. He carved “LFA” into the paddle for “Loving Female Authority”.

James hates this paddle because it is not for the faint of heart. It packs a big wallop. I usually don’t use this particular paddle for that reason, but this night I wanted to try it again. As I was using the paddle, I reminded James of the errors of his ways. James is an excellent husband but he is like most men, he can always improve and he tends to get lazy from time to time when it comes to doing his chores.  

The first five blows of the paddle were light, but James still jumped as if he had received the most painful spanking of his life. After the next five more moderate blows he began to beg for mercy and that is unusual for him. I took a little pity on him (I’m still new to this ‘cold and cruel’ thing) but I made him promise to be a better husband. I made him promise to do all of his chores and I made him reiterate his acceptance of me having lovers. 

I switched to a leather paddle that isn’t as harsh.  The next ten were light but still painful enough. Then I gave him five moderate blows and James began to twist to avoid the paddle. I love the sound of him groaning and gasping inside the confinement room. The echo of his mild screams added to my sexual excitement. I told him what was coming. The last five blows of the leather paddle would be hard. I made James beg me for five hard swats. He was actually shaking a little in fearful anticipation but he did as he was told. He begged me for them and I was glad to oblige. I made them fast and hard. James’s body twisted from the agony but he endured them like a good boy.  

I took another break by leaving him alone in the room while I cooled off and treated myself to more water. I knew James’s ass was throbbing and I wanted him to think in relation to that which I had scolded him. I wanted it to sink into that male mind of his. I gave him a good fifteen minutes alone before I returned. 

I inspected his ass and it was bruised a little, I’m sure from the wooden paddle. James curses the day that man gave me that paddle. My next toy of choice was my riding crop. James usually enjoys being whipped by my riding crop. I don’t consider myself an expert at what they call the fine art of corporal punishment, but I am getting better at it. I am especially good with the riding crop. I have excellent aim as I zero in on certain spots of James’s body. He hates it when I strike the same exact spot two or three times in a row. To me, that is a challenge. I can flick my wrist and strike a spot on his ass and then I try to see if I can hit that exact same spot again. My goodness does James hate it when I am accurate with my aim. 

I was on my game last night. I was striking him on his back, on his thighs, on his balls and on his already bruised ass. James was dancing, or trying to dance to avoid the crop, but the wrist and ankle cuffs kept him bound snuggly against the rubber wall. I can’t say that James enjoys the bite of the crop as much as he likes how I intermingle those bites with a soft massage from the leather tip of the crop. He likes it when I stop the beating and begin to lightly caress the tip of the crop against his skin. He loves it when I play with his cock and balls by rubbing the tip of the crop against his member. Last night I was playing with his balls, gently rubbing them with the riding crop, in-between my marksmanship of dishing out his punishment. 

James was breathing heavy so I made sure he was Ok. I unloosened him and had him walk around outside the confinement room to make sure his circulation was alright. I also had him drink some water because I didn’t want him to get dehydrated. Once I was sure he was Ok, I bound him back against the wall. 

I continued with the crop. The crop is a familiar implement to James and although I had him repentant and eager to obey from the bite of the crop, he was able to relax and he entered into a deep state of subspace. Have you ever experienced this? It doesn’t happen as much as we would both like, and I read other couples who say the exact same thing, but when it does happen, it is like I can sense what James is thinking, and he says the same about me.  

James was in that state of being, that place that those of us in this lifestyle call subspace. I could read his thoughts. He was floating in submission and he wanted more. On this night, he could handle a harder whipping. Most of the time, James’ tolerance for pain is low to moderate, but there are those rare times when he is so full of sexual energy that his endurance increases. James wanted more and I wanted to give him more.  

My next implement was the tawse. This is a nasty device of strips of leather bound by a

single handle.

 

 

I don’t use the tawse much but this was a night to break-out those implements that James usually despises. If it were up to James, I would only use the floggers and the riding crop and maybe my leather paddle. But what fun is that? What fun is it to only use toys the sub wants?  

I began to work him over with the tawse and James actually whimpered a little. The tawse was making some wonderful marks on his ass. I had to stop myself several times to feel the heat coming from his ass. I fondled his cute bottom with my hands. The marks and welts were turning me on. In fact, I was getting hot, not only sexually charged, but hot from the body heat we were producing. I stripped out of my leather outfit, down to nothing at all. I was rubbing my sweaty naked flesh against his sweaty naked flesh. I kneeled on the floor and I began to run my breasts against his reddened ass. My nipples were so hard. My biggest regret was that I didn’t have my favorite vibrator there with me. I fingered myself until I could take no more. We both got turned on beyond words. James knew what I was doing, even though he could not see me other than slight glimpses from his peripheral vision. But he could tell what I was doing by the erotic sounds I was making. 

I was on the edge but I am not the best masturbator in the world, especially standing up. I need to lie down and have my clit stimulated at the same time. What I really wanted was to have my clit licked but I wasn’t done disciplining James just yet. I had taken him farther than he had gone in a while and I knew he could take a little more.

 

My final weapon of choice was the strap. It is like the tawse, only much more rigid with very little give.

James did not want the strap. He knew the sensation and pain level would rival the wooden paddle. His ass was already marked and bruised. I thought to myself “Dare I do this?”  

I asked James if he would take it for me. He was still fearful from what I had done to him with the tawse. I tilted his head back and the energy was incredible. My pussy was on fire. I looked James in the eyes and I asked him one more time if he would take the strap for me. “Yes Mistress!” was his sweet reply.  

I took the strap and I gave him a half dozen moderate wallops. James did not scream but he moaned and grunted very loudly. His body was shaking and I stopped after a half dozen because I was afraid he could not take any more, and I knew I needed to stop before I actually injured him.  

I freed him from his bounds and I sat on the floor with my back to the wall. I ordered James to crawl between my legs and worship my pussy. I knew his ass had to be throbbing but he was nurtured by my pussy. He licked me with incredible passion and endurance, and it wasn’t long, maybe only a minute or two, before I had my first orgasm. He kept sucking my clit, he kept tonguing me and I had multiple orgasms. You should have heard my screams of pleasure echoing off the walls in the confinement room. 

When I was satisfied, I had to decide what to do with James. I was in the mood to be cruel, to deny him, but after I had my orgasms, I softened enough that I decided he deserved release. I was too drained to use the strap-on. I was too relaxed to exert much effort. Therefore, I ordered James to hump the hard rubber wall. He instantly came on my command.

Loving the new room

The confinement/sensory deprivation room is complete (outside of installing an intercom system) and the room got plenty of use the past few days. One advantage of the room for me is now I can banish my hubby to the room whenever he gets on my nerves or I simply want some alone time in the house or when I want to entertain a friend but I don’t want hubby around. I love having this option. It is so much more controlling than simply sending him to his bedroom.

When he is locked in the confinement room I have total power and I decide when he gets to come out.  I also get to decide how he is to be confined. I can simply lock him in there as if it were a prison. Or I can make it into a deprivation chamber by placing a blindfold over his eyes and plugs in his ears. Or I can make him suffer in there by utilizing any one of several tortures (he was the one who said he wanted me to become a little more cruel toward him). For example we have these mats with plastic spikes that are made to keep pets off the furniture. Thursday night I laid those mats on the floor and made hubby lie on them the whole time he was locked in the confinement room. It really is empowering to have this much control over my husband. 

There are hooks on the walls for bondage but I wanted more bondage options so he installed a thin rubber mat on the floor with hooks bolted to the floor. That makes for a great bondage mat so I can tie him face up or face down to the floor. 

Friday night we had our first D&S session in the confinement room. It is a very tight fit when we are both in there with little room to maneuver. But I love the echo in there when I was administering a whipping. It makes the whipping sound absolutely brutal when in fact it was moderate at best. And I must say that strap-on play was a real blast in there. He was totally helpless and it was so tight in there that my full weight was bearing down on him which made the strap-on that much more intense.

There are some additional enhancements I want to see made to the room. I want him to install a bar on the wall so I can balance myself when I trample his body. Having him bound to the floor makes him all so enticing to trample with my boots. But I need something to hold onto so I don’t lose my balance.

Hey, he wanted more cruelty and I am having a lot of fun with this new little room. I had a girlfriend over last night and we watched “The Change Up” on HBO. She asked me where my husband was at. I smiled and said he was out. Of course he was in his little prison, blindfolded, wearing ear plugs, locked in his chastity device and wearing my panties.

Confinement Room

Hubby is getting very close to completing his little prison.

Still no intercom but I could tell he was getting very anxious to give the room a test drive.

I did not place him in any bondage but I locked the door (he had his cell phone with him) and he had to spend the night in the dark and in total isolation.

I’ll keep you posted.

Cold, Maternal and Cruel

Hubby has been a man obsessed as he goes about building his confinement room. He worked on it every evening this week and I granted him permission to take a vacation day on Friday. He spent all of Friday and most of today working on his little prison. So far he has put up the walls and he has covered the walls, floor and ceiling with rubber matting. It looks pretty wild in there. He has also secured various bolts and hooks into the walls, the floor and the ceiling should I want to tie him up or place him in advanced bondage. He still needs to create a door that I can lock and he has to install the intercom system.

I’ve been contemplating this sudden burst of creative energy within my hubby. He is truly like a man possessed. I love that he is this passionate but I am still trying to get my head around this latest development. I was going through my Femdom book collection and I came across a book Elise Sutton recommended I read way back when I was doing phone calls for her. It is titled “Coldness and Cruelty” by Gilles Deleuze and it is about masochism. I don’t believe I ever read it, although I remember seeing it referenced in Elise’s book “Searching for Wanda”.

I’m about half way through “Coldness and Cruelty” and the more I read, the more I am noticing definite masochistic traits within my husband, and not just recently but behaviors he’s shown for as long as I’ve known him.

“Coldness and Cruelty” is a study of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. In fact Sacher-Masoch’s novel “Venus in Furs” is included in the edition of “Coldness and Cruelty” I purchased all those years ago.

Deleuze talks about the three women of Masoch. I kind of see myself a little like the first woman, the free spirit who believes in the equality of the sexes but who also believes that the female principal will ultimately win out. The free-spirit and independent woman is owned by no man and she gains dominance over the men in her life because “man trembles as soon as woman becomes his equal”.

At the other extreme is the third woman, the sadistic woman. She enjoys hurting and torturing men but she only does so at the prodding and encouragement of the masochistic male. She is very cruel. That is definitely not me.

The woman in the middle between these other two women is the ideal female of the masochist. She is a good woman, with a tender heart but also with cruel instincts. She is gentle and care-free but she is also stern. She engulfs the other two women and is a lot like nature herself. She is cold, maternal and cruel.

Now that could be me. I am part the first woman with many traits of the second woman with just a pinch of the third woman. What I refuse to be is the embodiment of my husband’s fantasies. However, if I can understand his fantasies and use them to my benefit, than I have no problem being cold, maternal and cruel.

Reading Deleuze’s book also has given me some insight into my husband’s zeal for the confinement room.

“Waiting and suspense are essential characteristics of the masochistic experience. Hence the ritual scenes of hanging and other forms of physical suspension in Masoch’s novels. Masochism is a state of waiting; he masochist experiences waiting in its purest form. The masochist waits for pleasure as something that is bound to be late, and expects pain as the condition that will finally ensure the advent of pleasure. He therefore wants to postpone pleasure in expectation of the pain which will make gratification possible. Disavowal, suspension, waiting, fetishism, and fantasy together make up the specific constellation of masochism.”

This makes perfect sense. The confinement room will combine all of these elements. He will be suspended in there. It will be his place of waiting. He will be waiting on me to decide when and if he shall gain freedom, both physically and sexually. There is fetishism in the room with the rubber walls and floor. And the entire thing will be fantasy as only God knows what will be running through his mind when he is bound inside his little prison.

I doubt if my hubby fully understands what is driving him but this must be a place he feels he must go. My goal is to take him there and in the process gain more control over him and our relationship. I am hoping that we will bond in a new and special way.

The four cornerstones to a successful FemDom marriage

I am so behind on my reading. I just now, here in July, got around to reading this first issue of Predominant 2012 and the excellent interview with Monica. She talked about the four cornerstones to a successful FemDom marriage and in a lot of ways it was like reading about my own marriage (with the exception that Monica is totally monogamous to her husband and does not incorporate cuckolding as that is not one of the four cornerstones).

Here is a portion of Monica’s interview:

“I sat down and established four cornerstones to a successful Femdom relationship. I referred to them as the 4 D’s: Discipline, Domestication, Denial and Domination. And as I shared these with others, I realized you could also bring it down to 4 actual D&S tools. I referred to them as the 4 P’s: The Paddle, the Panties, the Padlock and the Phallus.

1) Discipline (The Paddle):

A weekly discipline session between a dominant wife and her submissive husband is vital. It doesn’t have to be fancy with leather outfits and whips and bondage and all of that. It could be that from time to time in order to add some extra spice and variety but let’s keep with the fundamentals for now. Let’s keep to the paddle (or the hairbrush if you prefer). A weekly session where the woman has her hubby across her lap (or across her bed) and she disciplines him based on his weekly performance in serving her will do miracles in a marriage. If he’s been an obedient hubby, the discipline serves to remind him of his place and to keep him focused. If he has been a disobedient hubby, the discipline will be firmer in order to teach him and train him to do a better job. A weekly spanking will invade his mind, stir his submission and do wonders for a Femdom relationship. Not to mention that it will also build a strong bond of intimacy between the wife and her subby hubby.

2) Domestication (The Panties): 

One area that needs to be addressed during the weekly discipline session is hubby’s performance in doing his assigned chores each week. And let’s be perfectly frank here. In a successful Femdom marriage, the hubby needs to be doing the majority of the housework. I don’t care how much he works or what a great financial provider he is, that does not excuse him from being domesticated. A domesticated hubby is an obedient hubby. If you allow him to skirt his domestic responsibilities, you are opening the door for trouble in other areas. And the best tool to remind him of his domesticated role is to require him to wear panties. He doesn’t have to be a cross-dresser and the panties don’t have to be a part of forced feminization. And the wife doesn’t have to transform her hubby into a sissy. But there are powerful psychological, sociological and sexual reasons why a submissive hubby should be doing housework while he is wearing a pair of panties (preferably a pair of his wife’s panties). The panties will remind him of his submissive status as well as provide him motivation (and probably sexual excitement which will assist with the motivation.)

3) Denial (The Padlock): 

The panties are a psychological tool for training a man but an even greater tool at the woman’s disposal is the practice of keeping her man sexually denied. It’s been said that a denied male is an obedient male. I would add that an aroused male is also a motivated male. A sexually satisfied male is more likely to be a lazy and complacent male. And not only is the denial process essential in keeping a man obedient outside the bedroom, it can be vital in training a man to be a great lover.

The denial process will teach your hubby to focus his sexual energy on pleasuring the woman (especially orally). Only after the woman has been sexually satisfied will she decide whether or not her hubby is to receive any sexual relief. How often a man is allowed sexual relief will be up to the woman as she weighs his performance, his attitude and his level of servitude. This gives the woman sexual power over her man and most men love to be under the control of a woman’s sexual power. 

Denial is often accomplished with the use of a male chastity device (thus the padlock). It doesn’t have to be but if the honor system is not working, a chastity device can be an invaluable tool. And should your hubby become a bit rebellious about wearing such a device, there are devices today that incorporate additional training aides such as spiked rings to prevent erections or electric shock rings that can give off pulses of correction via a remote control (much like a shock collar used to train animals). But with keeping to the fundamentals, a basic chastity device (like the CB2000, 3000, or 6000) should do in the beginning.

4) Domination (The Phallus):

The fundamentals can be both old school and new school. Physical domination via the paddle is old school yet still very effective. Sexual domination via the strap-on harness is new school and just as effective (if not more so). If a woman wants to get inside of her man’s head and train him via sexuality, there is not a better aide than the strap-on. The man who submits to the strap-on is a man who will submit to the woman who is wielding the phallus attached to the strap-on. The strap-on is a powerful tool as it cuts to the chase; psychologically, sociologically and sexually. It lets the husband know that his wife is the boss. Much like the paddle, the strap-on should be a regular part of any FemDom regiment. And much like the paddle, the strap-on will also build intimacy.

I keep it as simple as possible and it becomes habit and second nature for me. First, once a week, preferably on Friday night, I discipline my husband with an OTK (over the knee) spanking. I might dress up in a leather outfit but more times than not I’ll keep it simple and wear lingerie or something that makes me feel dominant or sexy.  

I will spank him as I grade his weekly performance. Did he do all of his chores? Did he put lots of thought and creativity in preparing my dinners? Was his attitude humble and obedient toward me? I also go over with him what I expect out of him in the week to come. Our weekly discipline session will often lead to sex. If I get excited, I will have him worship my body and orally pleasure me.  

Secondly, my husband gets home before I do each day so before I leave for work, I lay out a pair of panties on my bed. When he gets home, he knows he is to put them on and get to his chores, which includes preparing my dinner. My hubby is always pantied around the house.  

Thirdly, my hubby is in chastity all of the time. We did the CB2000 but have evolved. He now wears a Carrara belt. It is big and bulky and expensive but it is the best we found at making sure he is safe and secure and 100% unable to touch himself in any way.  

Finally, I use the strap-on, usually on our discipline night, every other week. So when you boil it down, we usually only have a D&S session once a week and rarely more than that. Every Friday night (or Saturday if we have plans on Friday) I discipline him and at the same time I grade his weekly performance and depending on the week and my mood, I will take him with the strap-on. These nights almost always lead to sex and sex is about the woman’s pleasure so I get pleasured and most times he stays denied. The other six nights we function in our D&S roles but I don’t have to dominate him because he is focused, so we can interact just like any other couple and we have the intellectual companionship and the friendship to make for a healthy marriage. It takes a little work but not as much as you’d think as long as I stay committed to that weekly discipline session."

Bravo, Monica. This is excellent advice and it reaffirms to me that I am on the right track with what I am doing in my marriage. I need to fine tune a few things and get back to some basics that I have allowed to slip but overall I am utilizing these four cornerstones with wonderful results.

Our mundane femdom life

Weeks can go by with little or nothing to report when it comes to our femdom lifestyle. Most days are fairly mundane and I don’t like to embellish things just to make my blog more interesting to read. So I would rather write nothing or reminisce about past experiences than write about our day-day life that usually isn’t all that interesting. If I did, a typical post would read something like this;

“I got off work and headed to the fitness center. James came home, prepared dinner and attended to his evening chores. After dinner, I fiddled in my garden (or read a book or went through my e-mail or took the dog for a walk, etc.) while James cleared the table and did the dishes. Afterwards we watched some television before retiring to bed.”

That’s a typical Monday thru Thursday night around our house. Not very exciting but that’s our reality. I might have James give me a foot massage while we watch television or I might be in the mood for a full body massage, which can lead to female body worship and oral servitude, but that’s about as wild as things get around our house on most weeknights.

The weekends are usually more exciting but do not always involve D&S. When something out of the ordinary does happen, like Memorial Day weekend with my getaway and James’ subsequent marathon discipline session, I love to record it in my blog because it is a departure from the usual.

But every now and again, there are those life events when something comes from out of the blue that makes for a femdom situation. That’s what happened this week but rather than go into here, I will write about it in a separate entry.

Marathon whipping session

I know some of you have been anxious to hear about my Memorial Day weekend and I finally have a few minutes to write about it. Where to begin? I think the best place to begin is at the end because that is the freshest thing on my mind.

Monday evening I made it back home to find an eager and willing to please hubby, nice and secure in his CB-3000. I left him a long list of chores and I must say he really pleased me by completing all of his tasks. It was a hot and sticky weekend (in more ways than one) and most of his assigned chores were outdoors so that made it a bit more of a challenge for him as he had to endure the heat and humidity as he power washed the deck, mowed the lawn, cut down some low hanging tree branches and swept and cleaned out the carport. He also had to do his usual inside chores of vacuuming, dusting and doing the laundry. I, on the other hand, enjoyed a weekend of rest, relaxation, and good food as I visited my sisters, and I enjoyed hot and steamy sex as I went on a date with my young male friend. But more on that in a minute.

After hubby unloaded my car, we sat in the living room and chatted. Hubby poured me a glass of wine and I unwound from the long drive. The traffic was terrible and very stressful so the wine was just what I needed.

I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to James over the weekend, much to his disappointment. I usually call him more often when I’m away but I was having such a good time, I simply forgot. I called him Friday night to tell him I had made it safely to my sister’s house and I touched base with him again Sunday morning but I didn’t have the time to fill him in on any of the details of my Saturday night date. Luckily he was so busy with his chores that he didn’t have much time to feel neglected.

Once I relaxed from the wine, I told James to remove his clothes so I could inspect the CB-3000. He said it was a little uncomfortable wearing it all weekend while he did his chores but he didn’t have any real issues with it. He even slept fairly well, but that might have had more to do with him being tired from doing his chores.

Seeing him standing there in his CB-3000 began to turn me on. I teased him about my date and I began to give him the details. I told him how all of my sisters were at my oldest sister’s house Saturday night which left my youngest sister’s place, where I was staying, completely empty. So after dinner, I invited my young suitor back to her place. She thought I was out with a girlfriend but to play it safe I inquired about what time she would be returning. My sisters love to stay out late when they're together so when she told me around 10pm, I knew it would be close to 11 before she came home. We didn’t have a lot of time so me and my date got right into it. It was humid outside and I told him I was sticky and needed to take a shower. Then I invited him to join me and the rest you can use your imagination of what happened next.

When I told my hubby the details, he got excited and he struggled inside the CB-3000 as his erection was restrained and his balls became very swollen. That settled it. I could have just chilled the rest of the night but I wanted to discipline him. I knew if I didn’t seize this opportunity, it wasn’t going to happen.

For something different, I took him to the basement and I tied him in a standing position in the utility room off the laundry room. It is a small room where the hot water heater is located. I strung him up by his wrist cuffs, tying them to hooks that are in the beam that hangs from the ceiling. I hadn’t whipped him in this room for some time, not since last December.

I went upstairs and unlocked my toy chest. I knew I was going to be engaging is a physical workout so I dressed only in leather bra, leather shorts and a pair of leather boots. I selected my implements of choice. I chose the flogger, the long handle riding crop, the leather strap, the tawse and the cane. I returned to the basement and I decided I wanted to see his erection during his whipping so I removed the CB-3000. His cock jumped right to attention.

Once I got started, I really got into it. I’ve wanted to have a marathon discipline session with him for weeks but couldn’t get motivated to initiate it. But now here I was and it became a marathon. Once I got started, I really threw myself into it. James was also in the mood as my cuckolding tale really had him aroused. I made him beg me for his whipping and he really got into it, acting like such a little bitch boy, pleading with me to punish him.

I warmed him up with the flogger but I didn’t waste too much time with a lot of foreplay because I could tell he was in the mood for a hard whipping. I got to the riding crop and the chemistry was there. That’s not always the case but him being locked up in the CB-3000 all weekend and then hearing about my sexual fling with my young male friend was the perfect mix. He felt very inferior and submissive to me and that combined with an intense sexual arousal is usually when he can handle a hard whipping.

The floor and walls in this small room are concrete and it makes for great echoing sounds during a whipping session. I had him dancing and the sound of my crop striking his flesh was really turning me on. In fact, at one point, I slid out of my shorts and I began touching myself as I continued the marathon session.

I’m slow and methodical with a whip. I have never been one to go hard and fast. I find a slow whipping, allowing 5 to 10 seconds between each stroke, to be the most erotic. I also took a few breaks to rest my arms and to get a drink of water.

I switched from the crop to the strap to the tawse and finally the cane. By the time I got to the cane, his erection had gone limp so I knew he was getting to the edge of his limit. His sexual energy had given way to the pain and his body was quivering. I know from experience that when this happens, it will not be too long before he uses his safe word. Therefore, I only gave him 5 strokes with the cane and I stopped. We had been at it for 90 minutes.

I freed him and took him over to the laundry room where I could examine his body better in the brighter light. He had some nice marks and welts but nothing that wouldn’t fade in a matter of hours, or a day at the most.

I took him upstairs to my bedroom where I relaxed on the bed and James orally worshipped my body, bringing me to orgasm at least three times before I finally pushed his head away from my pussy. Now it hit me. The weekend, the drive, the physical workout from his discipline session and now my orgasms ushered in total exhaustion.

But poor James, I knew he needed relief. Therefore, I gave him permission to masturbate in front of me. It didn’t take him but a minute and I wasn’t in the mood to be cruel so I gave him the command immediately, “Do it, James! Do it now!” He climaxed on my command and I sent him off  to bed.