GhostRider28209
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I recently had the opportunity to do some playing with a lady with some extremely strong needs, for sensation, both pain and pleasure. It had to be one of the most interesting, intense and satisfying experiences of my life. Satisfying because I was able to provide for and satisfy her needs. There have been very few play partners I've had over the decades who had such, almost overpowering needs and desires for such intense sensation. There was Sweet Virginia, and the nurse from Denver...oh and one married, little Italian lady from New Jersey.....but as far as 'Pain Queens', that's about it.
I have never considered myself a sadist. While I have certainly loved combining just the right amount of pain with pleasure in order to heighten the orgasm, I have never felt that pain was integral to an experience with me. Rather I relied on lots of communication as well as sensitivity, to craft an experience directly shaped to address needs resulting in an extremely satisfying, exciting and fun time for the both of us.
But after this experience, I am not so sure. At one point in fact, Shirley remarked that she felt that I did enjoy applying pain. My argument would be yes, maybe. But to what end and in what context?
Anyway Shirley had eagerly communicated to me that she had very strong needs for pain/pleasure. She said that she even felt she could not orgasm without pain and could orgasm experiencing only pain. But there were mitigating factors. For one, through the judicious application of pleasure and pain, sometime seperate, sometimes together, she would truly be reduced to her elementals. Her body would tense incredibly hard, sometimes convulsing uncontrollably, shaking, covered in moisture which oftentimes was a combination of her sweat, piss and cum. We are not talking light play here. This was not for the faint hearted. Not everyone could deal with that.
She made it very clear during our discussions that no matter how she howled, cried, squirmed, pleaded or whatever , that I should not stop unless she used her safe word, which was Red. This enabled her to fully roam and explore on the very outskirts of what she wanted and was willing to undergo. She wanted and needed high levels of pain, reveling in the sensations and not even caring to discern whether what was being experienced was pain or pleasure. At that point she would cum, her pussy gushing a combination cum and piss. She would truly lose it. Screaming, moaning, growling, totally out of control. And that's what she wanted.
This would probaly not play well at the local hotel. A location offering very high levels of privacy was called for here. So through good ol' Airbnb, I rented a cabin in the woods at least 1/4 mile from anybody. But before we headed up to the cabin I wanted to get a very good feel for her. So it was a dinner out at BJ's Brewhouse and then a few hours at her apartment, just to talk.
Shirley is a young 43, with the slender body of someone half her age. At 5;3 and maybe 115 she had small but delightful breasts, and a great butt that I wanted to explore in detail. Shirley told me that she did enjoy a form of roleplay, particularly a prisoner/guard thing, where she would be forced to assume and maintain certain positions, all the while enduring various forms of impact play, primarily but not solely on her pussy. She LOVED having her pussy beaten, flogged, spanked with a vareity of implements, even kicked! Noted.
She told me that when she started cuming, with the right stimulation, she could cum for very long periods of time, all the while moaning, grunting and often squirting as she explored her primal state. Yes, this was going to be interesting. It was also going to be a challenge in the sense that while I wanted to provide a suberb experience, I didn't want to play all my cards in one night.
Shirley had informed me beforehand that during our scene she should not be expected to speak. She considered herself a prop, furniture, an object for my use and pleasure. There was about 2 inches of snow on the ground as we pulled up at the cabin. Shirley was dressed in a short, tight black dress, dark thigh highs and open foot sandals. Her nails and makeup were perfect. She looked quite ready to be ravaged.
I had her strip to her thigh highs and sandals, then grabbed her by the hair and led her around the cabin talking to her in a low voice, telling her how she was going to get what she wanted to the exact extent she wanted. She was going to be my toy. That I would take her where she wanted to go and give her what she wanted to experience. 'In spades', I added.
We started with a total body flogging, as warm up. The flogger danced over her beautiful form exploring and caressing every nook and cranny, all those secret places. I took my time, giving her plenty of time to warm up ... in preparation for what was to come. She stood before me naked, legs spread, hands behind her head.
I then decided to give her what she loved most. I had her lay across the bed, pulled up a chair and placed her now sandal- less feet on my shoulders. I began her pussy spanking with a lighter wooden spoon. I quickly assumed a regular beat , never varying as I got her ever warmer, ever more sensitive. Now her pussy lips were turning a nice shade of pink and beginning to swell just a bit. They would swell a lot more before the evening was over. I then switched to a flogger, then a leather strap. Shirley was luving it and smiling through the yelps and screams.
It was time for the SuperSucker. This suction device covered the entire vulva and I very slowly sucked her pussy into the transparent plastic cup. Shirley moaned and wiggled her hips with pleasure. A light sheen was beginning to break out on her skin. Her furnace was being stoked. I gradually applied more and more suction, moving past the point of comfort so that the entire pussy area was having the blood sucked into it making it extremely sensitive to the lightest touch.
Now here I would normally follow the suction play up with a Hitachi. Not this time. Pain as well as pleasure was this lady's game. So after about a good 10 minutes of suction I removed the cup and immediately began to lay into her pussy with an 18 inch transparent plastic ruler.
Now an important caveat here. We know that Shirley has strong needs. . Of course I realized that a crucial aspect of the Dom's role was about to come into play here, and that is the responsibility to, at all times, PROTECT the submissive, even from herself. We were both ready to proceed.
So I removed the suction cup and with the very first wack of the plastic ruler on her pussy Shirley howled, her entire body tensed, her back arched. The main event was now on. I gave her a good 5 wacks. With each strike she howled even louder and I was glad we had the isolation of the cabin.. I remember I could see the muscle sinews in her shoulders straining as she grunted and growled. After the 5th strike I placed the Hitachi square on her clit.
And she immdeately squirted hard. When brought to the edge of the precipice Shirley could start cuming, squirting and often pissing all at once. Totally out of control and I was perfectly fine with that. I knew that going in and had covered the bed with layers of towels. Her juices were flowing so much it was nearly impossible to tell if the was squirting now or just cuming a lot. I found her convulsive, growling, grunting orgasms extremely hot. That lasted a good five minutes.
We repeated that sequence several times. Vigorous direct strikes on her pussy and inner thighs followed by the Hitachi. I realized at that point that neither of us could tell if her screams were from pleasure or pain. They were from sensation, and she wanted as much as she could safely get.
The cabin had open beams, rafters. So for the next scene I had her stand up. I threw some para cord over the beams and with some very heavy leather fur lined cuffs had her standing with her ams spread wide overhead. I then tightened the cord to have her standing on the very tip of her toes. That position ensured a dgree of tension throughout her entire body. We would work to enhance that tension now with among other things, weights.
I used two sets of clover clamps to attach one two ounce fishing weight to each nipple and each pussy lip. Her pussy lips were now stretched and hanging nicely. It was pretty to see but I almost immediately relaized that setup could hamper a clit spanking. So I detached the weights from her pussy lips and instead grasped the clover clamp chain with one hand and lifted the chain which had the effect of spreading her lips exposing her clit to what was in my right hand, a full sized standard flogger.
I then have her a nice wack with the flogger directly between her legs. It covered her clit directly, her entire pussy area and wrapped to hit her asshole. Both her legs spasmed and she was now hanging by her arms. I continued the flogging and Shirley continued to speak in tongues. She was freely sobbing now and started pleading with me.
All she was saying was 'Please!' ''Please'. So much for not talking. After at least 5 or 6 strikes I stopped again and placed a favorite vibe of mine, the Screaming O, directly on her clit. Shirley screamed snd squirted on my hand. With my other hand I probed her asshole and then slid a 4 inch slender vibe into her ass.
I then took a few steps behind her, ordered her to spread her legs, and begand to flog her between her legs again from behind. That way the flogger would wrap and hit her clit directly. She continued to howl and squirm but always would reposition herself with legs spread. I admired her spirit and loved her desires. I then untied her from her restraints and inspected her pussy. I was impressed. Her entire vulva was now swollen to the point where you would think she had just come off the SuperSucker. She needed some relief which I was only too happy to provide.
I removed the vibe from her butt and walked her outside having her lie down naked in the snow and spread her legs. With one hand I piled snow on top of her chest and with the other rubbed snow all over her pussy and inner thighs cooling every thing down.
This produced a different type of sound from her. It stated with just a grimace, an open mouth and as I rubbed the snow over her bod and over and into her pussy the sound evolved into a wolf like grunt. And she uttered her the phrase, 'My God!'. That was nice. I walked her back into the cabin and dried her off with a fluffy towel making sure I reached all those secret places.
Shirley had told me earlier she loved the ping pong paddle and prided herself on telling me how she would break them. So I retied her to the rafter cuffs and went to work, this time on her belly, and then on her tits and ass. I was laying into her pretty good on her tits hitting the pretty little things nice and hard when I saw and heard that she was cuming again. And this was without ANY pleasure. Simply the application of sharp impact to her sensitive nipples. Shirley had obviously reached the point where she could no longer discern the difference between pleasure and pain. And didn't care to.
It was time for a final flogging. I told her to spread her legs and began a warmup full body flogging with a standard flogger. I gradually increased the pace and force of the strikes, sparing only her face and lower back. Her body was snow turning a lovely shade of a deep pink. I would also swing the flogger between her legs, sometimes from the front and other times from the back. Didn't matter. The reactions were the same.
I would periodically stop and hold the HItachi to her clit, for a few minutes. Shirley really began to convulse now. Her entire body jerking like an out of control puppet, her head shaking left and right as if her mind was unable to grasp the magnitute of the sensations, pleasure then pain, intermixed. All became one.
I found it interesting that whatever was hapening, the flogging, the Hitachi, didn't matter. Shirley just kept cuming now. The movements now were a quick slight attempt to evade followed immediately by a surrendering to the toys. It was extremely hot to watch her spread her legs inviting another strike. All the while growling like the primal creature she was. The sounds had built to a crescendo of moaning and animal like growling as the orgasms rolled over and though her being.
Then it was the 'barbed wire' flogger. Hard leather tails shaped into a very good resemblance of barbed wire. It was sharp and heavier than a typical flogger. Shirley's body was now a very deep pink with the marks from the various toys leaving her body resembling a road map. I used that flogger carefully, watching her reactions. The moaning had now reached a higher tone and fever pitch and with one swipe between her legs from the back Shirley emit a sound combining a scream and a growl from the back Shirley's pussy suddently gushed fluid. The word 'gush' doesn't do it justice. It was a hard, sudden blast shooting onto the floor. Shirley then hung limp, her head leaning to one shoulder. She was done.
The after care was extensive. She deserved it and more. We took a shower together. There was much holding, caressing, reassurances. She assured me that she found the whole ordeal amazing. "Liberating' was the word she used. And she was eagerly awaiting the next session.
She is a true Pathfinder :)
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