Last night we had a rare few hours with the boys out of the house. Mr H decided to take advantage of this freedom and after practicing a rope harness he’d been working on, he decided to give me a flogging.
You may recall we went to a workshop by Aemillia Hawk at the Townhouse last weekend, and a few weeks ago we were lucky enough to be invited to a kink event where we saw our first public scenes, which also happened to be floggings.
Since the workshop Mr H has twirled and spun the flogger, practicing what he saw, although he needs a pair to really practice (watch this space), but not actually trying them on me. He’s very conscientious and will practice before trying something on me.
Practice makes perfect.
Therefore last night was my first flogging in a while and oh boy was it amazing!!!
Mr H seemed to increase the intensity last night and he said I had a very red derrière… He enjoyed himself and I drifted off into subspace, floating away and into the sensations. Afterwards I felt chilly and he wrapped me and cuddled me until I had drifted back and warmed up.
After the flogging comes the fucking.
He then ordered me to pleasure him using my mouth and hands. I find being commanded to do this really hot and it feeds my submissive mind set. After a while he decided he wanted to fuck me. He ordered me to lie face down, legs apart and he used me. Again this is something I get off on (and I tell you what 18 months ago the idea of all this would have sent me running for the hills screaming no way that’s selfish!!!). We learn so much about ourselves when we allow the social normals to drop away and think in terms of what do I really “want”.
So anyway I digress… a wonderful night and today I’ve had a wonderful day sewing, although I’ve had a few moments of dropping and I suspect tomorrow it may hit harder.
I guess, when you fly so high you inevitably have to fall…. but the view from there is so worth it.