January 26, 2010

Sir M’s School of Discipline

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On a recent Saturday night I found myself blindfolded, nearly naked and chained up in the “play room” of a dungeon party. This was my first BDSM play session with Sir M and I was afraid, yet thrilled to be trained by such a highly experienced and respected Dominant. My adrenaline surged with the first smack on my behind.

“I’m going to introduce you to a lot of my different tools so you can learn the different sensations,”  he whispered as he locked me in a wrestler’s hold from behind with his left arm and slipped on my blindfold. His right hand then teased my erect nipples. “I’d like to string you up by these nipple rings but we’ll have to wait until they’re completely healed. What a shame!”

He tortured me with a series of implements – barehanded spankings, leather paddle spanking, three or four different floggers, a riding crop, and a lucite cane. With each one, he’d tell me what is was, stroke it softly along my face and body to teach me the feeling and the smell. Some floggers felt smooth and heavy, others has more of a tooth to the fabric like suede, and one seemed to have more texture.

Sir M’s Torture was delicious and painful

Sir M took his time and let each blow be absorbed before giving me the next. It was delicious and painful. I screamed a lot and swore uncontrollably, trying to dodge when the blows got harder.

“Don’t dance!” he’d yell if I squirmed around.

He was careful to test my limits — this session was going to be the base for many more to come.

Sir M paced our session so the pain intensity would warm up and swell and peak, then have cool down periods. There would be intermissions of pain and he’d check in with me to make sure I was doing OK. He’d check my chakras, caress me for a while, console me, then say “OK, slut, ready for more?”

A few times he cupped his hand around my throat just under the jaw for what seemed like several minutes. It felt strange and frightening, like I might be strangled, but I could still breathe just fine.

“Sir, may I ask a question? What are you doing?”

He chuckled. “You may ask that but I’m not going to answer. I’m checking something.”

I noticed that Sir M always stayed attuned to my breathing, sometimes synchronizing his own breath. When he gave the most intense pain he’d remind me to keep breathing deeply.

Divine surrender

At some point in the session I felt transformed. Lightheaded but clear. Exhilarated. Still feeling the pain acutely but able to spread it through my body with my breath and transcend it. I later realized we’d spent two hours but the time had flown.

When he was finished, Sir M had me wrap my arms around him and give him a bear hug. This helped ground me and prepare me for the outside world. He settled back down in the leather armchair and watched me get dressed, with his permission. He instructed me to clean off all the toys he used with alcohol and taught me to only clean the “fall” of the floggers, the part that touches the body.

Aftermath

We joined the groups socializing outside the playrooms, gathered by the fire pit. A slave called Cinnamon with glowing eyes and flushed cheeks rushed through the crowd holding a snifter of cognac. It was balanced on the palms of her hands as if she were a human tray. I could see she was rushing over to serve her master and it wasn’t a good time to chit chat.

I was pretty dazed. I stood there with Sir M’s heavy bag of whips and chains. Several people I’d never seen before complimented me on our scene, on my tattoo. I realized we must have drawn a crowd with my loud cries and screams. And we got their seal of approval.

I knew that once I stepped outside the club doors I’d return to being my assertive, independent self. That fact makes my choice of submission even more meaningful. I can attain freedom through surrender!

Daisy TraLaLA (@DaisyTraLaLA) is a saucy Angelino kinkster who glides with ease between the worlds of tech, art, cuisine, electronica and dungeon parties. She’s currently unowned and uncollared. The image used in this post is from Daisy TralaLA.

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Daisy TraLaLA (@daisytralala) is a saucy Angeleno kinkster who glides with ease between the worlds of tech, art, cuisine, electronica and dungeon parties.

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