If you don’t know how it feels to wake up sore all over from a good beating the night before, you don’t know what you’re missing.

After my post yesterday, I drove out to Deja’s place for an evening of kinky fun.  I’ve decided that the young Dom needs a name, for purposes of this story and perhaps future ones.  After some digging through one of my favorite books for name inspiration, I’ve settled on Varick.

I arrived at Deja’s promptly at 7:30pm and Varick walked in the door only moments after Deja and I had exchanged hugs and she had introduced me to her submissive, who happened to be visiting for the weekend.

Varick and Deja and I sat down in the living room to talk while her submissive fixed us some drinks.  Deja discussed with Varick the importance of communication before a scene.  She coached him through some questions to ask me, such a my soft and hard limits, what things I had experienced or wanted to experience, and what I was hoping to get out of the scene.  We talked about safewords (we are all partial to the colors system: green=keep going, yellow=I need a moment/I need to communicate something, red=STOP!) and the importance of checking in frequently with a sub the first time you play with him/her.

Aftercare was covered, and we made sure that Varick understood that at least half of the end result of a scene was influenced by how well aftercare is carried out.  A submissive can end up feeling really good about a scene that perhaps wasn’t that great in terms of length, intensity, etc if the aftercare was especially attentive.  Likewise a lack of proper aftercare will leave most submissives with mixed or negative feelings, even if the scene was very good.

Deja offered to do a quick scene with her submissive before Varick and I played with each other.  We all went up to her dungeon and she began the scene.  Varick and I sat and watched and then she had Varick try out some of the techniques on her submissive, so that he could get a feel for the floggers and crops and other fun toys.  Deja did a little bit of electrical play as well with one of those bug zapper things (yes it’s safe, if you know what you are doing) and finished off with a caning that even had me twitching.  I don’t mind caning, but yowch, I don’t think I could tolerate that many stripes.

She showed Varick the proper way to take someone off the St. Andrew’s Cross, which is very important as some submissives have difficulty standing, walking, or paying attention after a scene has ended.

Then it was my turn.  I’d put on my wrist cuffs, but I was soooooo nervous about getting naked infront of them.  Deja just smiled and told Varick to blindfold me, and she gave me a big hug, which made me feel more confident.  Once the blindfold was on, I stripped down to my thong underwear and Varick led me to the cross.  Before he attached my cuffs to the rings on the cross, he asked me if I was ready.  I nodded that I was and he clipped both my cuffs to the arms of the cross.

He started with a really good warm up, using some of the softer floggers and also his hand to get my back and bum and legs ready.  He commented on what great legs I have, and what a ‘rock-hard’ ass.  I’m sure I blushed a few times as his hands brushed over my skin.

He seemed particularly enamoured with my nipples, several times during the warm up he reached around to caress my breasts and then tweak one of my nipples, making me gasp or whimper.  During one of those moment, rather than him pinching, he attached a clamp and I gritted my teeth and stiffened up.  He held onto me while I sucked in really deep breaths, adjusting to the intensity of them.  He asked me what color I was at, I said green, but that I needed a moment or two to get used to the one before he could put on the other.  Deja made sure I was ok with it, even though I had consented to nipple torture earlier during our conversation.  When I was ready he clamped the other one and held me again while I struggled to accept the pain.  I wanted badly to ask him to take them off, since I know he would have, but I also wanted badly to accept them gracefully.  I knew I could handle them, at least for a few minutes.

He started flogging me with some of the harder floggers.  All I could focus on was the pain in my nipples, which had since dulled to a steady throb.  I started to feel my head swimming, and there was no pain in my back or ass where he was working away with progressively heavier and stingier implements.  I zoned out some, although it’s difficult for me to go to deep when I have to stand up.

He tweaked one of the clamps which made me writhe and yelp.  He asked me what color I was and I said green.  He asked me how I was doing and I assured him I was happy with how the scene was progressing.  He asked me to spread my legs and then he flogged my pussy through my underwear a few times making my legs quiver and threaten to buckle.

Then there was cropping.  By that time I felt that I was going to have to ask him to remove the clamps which were beginning to become extremely painful.  I decided to wait until he checked in with me again.  After a few swats with the crop he asked me how I was doing.  I told him that overall I was green, although my nipples were ready to call yellow.  He asked if I wanted the clamps off, and I said yes, please.  He gave them each a good squeeze, making me squirm against him, before removing them one at a time.

I noticed that his confidence grew as we played.  Unlike some of the other would-be Doms I’ve played with, he made me believe it.  I had remarked to him earlier that 2/3 of being a good Dominant is attitude.  It’s not about being aggressive, or bossy, or pushy, or arrogant.  The good Doms I’ve met, the ones who tell me that they identify as Dominant and just exude that vibe, were all gentle in their manor, very polite and not at all trying to come of as this or that.  I told Varick that he had to show me that he deserved my respect, that he needed to do it in a way that didn’t make me want to roll my eyes or laugh in his face.  He certainly got there, and although he still has a long way to being a great Dom, he’s headed in the right direction, no doubt.

But I digress

While he was flogging me I suddenly felt a very sharp, very intense heat, for only a moment, in a very small spot on my back.  I knew immediately that Deja had shocked me with her damned bug zapper.  I hollered and squirmed, protesting loudly.  She gave me two more good zaps before I called yellow, although I was laughing, and not really in distress.  I knew she was just doing it to surprise me and it certainly worked.  I am certain I could have taken more, but she made her point and I didn’t want to let her have too much fun back there with her electrical toys.

Then there was some strapping after that, which was damn painful.  Thankfully he didn’t carry on too long with that, although I was getting to the point when I had the giggles, which is what happens sometimes when I am trying to process pain.  It went something like this:

SMACK

Shasta: FUCK!  <giggling>

SMACK

Shasta: <hissing through clenched teeth> You’re such an asshole

SMACK

Shasta: <maniacle giggling>

SMACK

Shasta: FUCK!  God damn that hurts <more giggling>

My laughing only made him go harder.  After the strapping he switched to some other sensation play items, including this one furry thing that, unknown to us, had tacks embedded in the fur.  We had assumed they were just pointy plastic things, but when the blood started flowing it became very clear that that was not the case.

He felt badly, but he hadn’t done too much damage, about 30 tack-sized holes in each ass cheek where he’d spanked me with the furry toy from hell.  When Deja saw my rear, bleeding quite generously, she wasn’t sure what the hell we’d be up to.  She said she had stepped out for a few minutes and heard me laughing, and assumed all was well.  At any rate, play was ended, Varick very carefully unhooked me from the cross, wrapped me up in a blanket, and then we got my butt cleaned up and I got dressed.

He was very good with aftercare, he held me and petted me and made sure I was ok.  He got me a bottle of water and gave me plenty of cuddles.

I felt really good about the scene and he also thought it went very well (aside from that bit at the end, LOL).  Deja suggested he let me play on him a little, so that he could experience what it was like to be on the business end of those toys.

He also seemed nervous about getting undressed, and opted out of being restrained.  Once he was properly disrobed and braced against the cross, and blindfolded, I went to work.  It was his first time so we did quite a long warm up.  I checked in often with him, especially when I changed implements.  He did very well, although about part way through the heavier floggers he decided he’d had enough.  I ran my hands over his back, which was quite red, and gave his bum a pinch before I took off his blindfold and let him get dressed.

We all went back downstairs for snacks and to discuss what had happened.  We talked about the scenes and about his experience being on the receiving end.  It was really nice to go over everything, and have more time for cuddling!

Once we’d all eaten a bit, Deja asked Varick if he’d let us make a plaster cast of his butt!  She’d learned plaster casting recently, and knowing that I am crafty, she asked if I’d like to learn too.  After some prodding on our part, he finally consented.

Up onto the kitchen table he went.  Deja’s sub had covered it in plastic and prepared the needed supplies.  He stripped from the waist down and then we hiked his shirt up.  Deja and I had a great time laying layers of wet, plaster covered fabric strips on his ass.  He quivered, trying not to wriggle, and suppressing his laughter when we touched a tickly spot.

Once it was dry, it occurred to us that there was an awful lot of hair going to be pulled out as this plaster shell was pulled off.  I stood by his head and he held on tight to me while Deja pried the thing off, a little at a time.  It looked pretty painful, I felt bad for the guy.

Finally it was off and Deja’s sub took it away to finish drying.  Varick was covered in bits of plaster and so Deja sent him off to shower, telling me to go along and help him get cleaned up.  He and I exchanged glances and off we went.

He took off his shirt, and hopped into the shower.  He’s got a very physically demanding job, and it shows.  His arms are very toned, he has a fabulous back, and his ass, needless to say made a very impressive object for casting.  He got the water going while I stripped down and got in with him.  There was a somewhat awkward pause, and then I remarked cheekily that I ‘don’t usually go this far on the third date’.  We both laughed and then he kissed me, which led to some really hot making out.  He’s a very good kisser.  I couldn’t resist, even though my still rather tender piercings were complaining loudly at all the activity my lips were doing.

We stopped long enough to make a half-hearted attempt at actually cleaning the plaster off of his backside before we started kissing again and then his fingers found their way between my legs and my hand was on his cock and we were moaning and whimpering into each others mouths.

It didn’t take him long to coax an orgasm out of me, and I’m surprised I didn’t collapse in the shower from the intensity of it.  He held onto me tightly while I regained my composure, and then smiled, remarking on how fortunate he was to have met me, and that he never imagined being lucky enough to end up naked with me in a shower.

The water had turned cold and so we got out and dried off, getting dressed and then hugging and kissing a little more before we went downstairs.  Deja and her sub were watching TV.  She asked me if I had a good time, and what could I say?  I had a wonderful time, she grinned and gave me a wink.

Varick and I left after hugs and kisses from Deja.  He drove me to my car since I’d parked about half a block away.  We kissed some more before I gave him my number and wished him good night.

I called Jack to let him know I was on my way home.  Today he remarked that I had sounded ‘over the moon’ on the phone, which makes me laugh, because certainly I felt like I was.

Today I woke up sore all over, from the drumming, and from the playing, and it was the most satisfying ’sore all over’ feeling I’ve ever had.  Even better than that one summer when Jack and I sodded our yard and we were both barely able to move for 5 days after.