Pixie was standing in front of her computer, wearing nothing but sandals and a white sundress. I knelt behind her and ran my hands up under her dress and began to caress her bare bottom. We had just returned from the adult toy store, where we had met an hour earlier. She had arrived first, and came out of the store and gave me a kiss on the cheek and an accidental view down the front of the dress to her naked, erect nipples. mmmmm…… In the back of the store, while we were admiring the many toys (too many to choose from actually), I ran my hand across her butt, and began to worry that we might find ourselves on the floor behind the vibrators trying out some of the inventory. A few minutes later I discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and it was then that I started looking for the dressing room. Unfortunately, it had a large sign making it clear that the dressing room was for one person at a time, thank you very much. How inconvenient.
So, as I was reaching up under her dress, I knew to expect no extraneous material, just her soft round butt. I raised up her dress for a look and just melted. God, she is something to look at.By now she could no longer focus on her computer (I think she couldn’t even remember her password at that moment), so I bent her over one of the stools overlooking her kitchen counter and began spanking her. In the meantime, she had kicked off her sandals so I used one of them on her as well. It made such a nice smacking sound. After a few minutes, I grabbed her by the hair and stood her up straight. She loves that, I know, and so do I. By then I think we had both figured out that it was going to be a bit rougher than usual.I took off her dress and made her sit on the stool with her legs apart. What progress! No resistance – she put her feet up on the edges of the stool and spread her legs for me. She was even able to make eye contact with me as she did it. I should back up and quote from an email I sent pixie the day before. In part it said:
“Another thought on this – you take the pain for me, but really it gives
you pleasure. This [referring to her saying what I ask her to say and
displaying herself to me when I request it] that doesn’t, you resist.
Which is the more submissive? Which is more important in serving your
Dominant? That which you enjoy and comes easy? Or that which is
mentally hard for you but gives him great pleasure? Think about it that
way – think about it as a submissive gift to me – one that gives me great
So I was very pleased with her at that moment. The rest of the day she was perfect – she opened herself up to me without resistance, once without my request because she knew it would please me. OK, I may have to take a break here because my computer screen is steaming up as I remember that.
I touched her and she almost came on the spot. I continued toying with her, making her want it so bad, but not letting her. I confess that I can’t always decide which I enjoy more, making a woman cum, or making her want it so bad and not letting her cum. I usually opt for the former, but today I made her wait a bit.
Again I grabbed the back of her hair and forced her to her knees and made her unzip my pants. Then back of the hair and over the stool. Every time I moved her it was by pulling her around by her hair. I can’t remember how long we were there, at least 10-15 minutes.
Finally, I again made her crawl to the bedroom. We both enjoyed that so much the first time, it seemed like a natural to do it again. When she reached the hallway, I pulled my belt out of my pants, with a big ripping sound. Her head spun around with a look that was a mixture of fear and lust. I knew that she knew I would be using it on her. And I did. I whipped her with my belt all the way to the bedroom and continued swatting her with it until she cried out “its too hard!” and cringed away. I ordered her back into position and gave her a few more swats. Like I said, it was going to be a rough day, totally demanding, and she would be totally submissive.
I told her to lie face down on the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could. Then the ultimate test – I told her to put her hands on her cheeks and open herself for me. I lightly dragged my finger across her hole and she arched her back and gasped in pleasure. I told her that was good – she should remain with her butt slightly raised and her back arched as I continued to play with her. Somewhere about in here I began to lose track of how many orgasms she had.
I brought out the new very tight clamps (another trip to Home Depot). They are really much too tight to leave on very long, but I was in a particularly sadistic mood, and pixie was well into subspace and in her own words, is a pain slut. So I clamped two on each breast, just near her nipples. I continued playing with her and I could see from her face that she was concentrating intently on dealing with the pain. She was so far gone that when she said “please” and I asked her if she meant please take them off or please leave them on, and she answered “I want them on,” she later could not remember saying that. I know that it was pain beyond her endurance, and yet she endured it for me. Even better, later as we talked about it, she said that it really turned her on to know that I knew it was beyond her and yet I did it anyway. It is a circle, isn’t it? This sadistic/masochistic D/s thing?
After a pause to recover and have some fruit, which left juice all over pixie which of course had to be licked up, I began to play with her again. As she approached orgasm, I slapped her cunt very hard. She got close, I slapped her hard, …. close…. slap… close…. slap…. again and
again. At one point she looked at me with anger at how hard I was slapping her, and I called her on it and said don’t ever look at me in anger when I am hurting you. I am sure she will have something to say about how hard I was slapping her. She is still red and sore today. But in the end, the orgasm was worth it, and was a great opportunity to firm up the connection between the pain and the pleasure – so close together – so contradictory at first, until they blend into one huge pleasurable sensation.
“Later…. much later because I am totally leaving out the best part” (one of my favorite pixie quotes!) (oh, wait, the best part hadn’t happened yet….), I laid her on her stomach and whipped her with a birch whip, leaving small red lines on her back, and bigger welts on her butt and thighs. When she could take no more, I told her to turn over (just telling her that turns her on), and did the same to the front of her body. She describes her nipples as feeling “raw” today. I turned her over again, and switched to a heavier bamboo cane, and gave her several minutes of very hard strokes. My god, what a woman. Anticipating Dr. Dom, yes I have been blessed.
And THEN, came the best part. But I’ll leave that for pixie to describe.