Swollen

 

S. wanted me to make the title of this post "Swollen" so there it is. I know he's going to snicker when he sees it.

It seems like lately, I've found myself in a lot of different positions, strapped to the bed, and I pretty much always have some kind of stripes healing somewhere on my body. S really loves to wield that whip!
I even had to cancel a doctor's appointment because there was no way I would be healed in time for the visit, and I couldn't risk anyone seeing the marks. I stood in front of the mirror for quite some time, staring at the bright red marks across my breasts, slowly realizing that they would never heal and fade in time for my appointment two days hence. Fortunately it was just a six month visit and nothing I can't reschedule!!!

The reason this post is titled "Swollen" is because S. also likes to use the wand on me and make me cum over and over again until I'm practically screaming: "NO NO NO!!! OFF! TURN IT OFF! OFFFFF! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP. PLEEEEEEASE!!!" It's amazing how pleasure can turn into pain once it gets to be too much. I have this complete love/hate relationship with my Hitachi wand since S got here. I used to just love it, but that was when *I* got to decide how and when to use it, and, more importantly, when to turn it OFF!!! But now that S is in charge, he greatly enjoys keeping it on high until I have cum four or five times in a row. Let's just say that the first time is awesome, the second is too much, the third is painful, and after that, all I can do is thrash, scream and beg for it to stop.

Today S decided that since it is Sunday, we should play after breakfast. So he told me to go to the bedroom, and then blindfolded me, cuffed my wrists to my ankles, and pushed me over onto my face so my butt was up in the air like the image above. Then, he proceeded to use the flicker whip on my ass. It's crazy because you'd think I'd be used to it after all this time. I've lost count of how many times I've been whipped, how many stripes I've worn. And yet, the pain gets me every time: It's so SHARP! I think it may be partially because with S there is zero warm up. One second, I'm lying there, blindfolded, with my face pushed into the mattress and my ass in the air wondering what he's doing, and the next second, WHAM! My ass is on fire! He never starts slow and builds up: He just goes to town! So I have no time to steel myself or try to build up any tolerance. Also, he often has the wand going at the same time: Since I'm blindfolded, I'm not quite sure how he manages it, but S always wedges it against the mattress so it's pushed deep inside me and against me, and no matter how I wiggle, it won't budge. Trying to deal with the crazy intense sensation of the wand on high, at the same time as bracing for the agony of the next crack of the whip is too much for me to handle and I usually wind up making quite a lot of noise: Moans, groans, cries, screams, tears, begging, etc. It's weird because previous guys I'd played with always seemed to want me to be silent and to hold back any cries. But S seems to revel in making me scream. The louder I get, the more he seems to enjoy it. I wouldn't mind so much, but I'm always terrified the neighbors will hear!!!!