Posts Tagged ‘impact play’
Here are two pics; not sure what else needs to be said! lol.
Recently, My time with My boy has been limited and/or kinda fluffy in play. I mean what would you call masturbating to release?? Not much of a stretch.
This was a week of highs and lows…mostly highs. The low came when i was once more attacked by a bout of self-indulgence, thinking the entire House of HotchKiss revolved around me. Needless to say, LadyHotchKiss was disappointed (once again) and laid down the law to me. There will be no further expressions of self-indulgence. i truly don’t know where this crap comes from. i have been and continue to be secure in my place in the House, i know the role i play and that it is a valued one, i know that HotchKiss values my presence in Her House and in Her life. so why in the world do i keep getting attacked by these seeds of doubt? i do not know. i only know that i must work ever harder to dispel them from my thinking.
Our play session this week sent me into subspace once again, though it was intended more as a catharsis for LadyHotchKiss and not for enjoyment by me. As much as i enjoy bondage, being chained to the table in a fetal position on my back was NOT comfortable. It did however, provide HotchKiss with the access She wished and She used me in some most painful ways. There was some tickling involved to provide contrast to the pain, but there were no “thuddy” implements of the type i prefer in use this week. And of course, the ever-present clothes-pins. i couldn’t decide which was more painful…the pins on my cock and balls or those on my nipples. The nipples start out not so bad and continually get worse and worse. Those on the cock and balls start out bad and then go numb…until they are removed.Mostly just the “stingy” type that hurt like hell. i told Her during the session that if i could remember the intensity of the pain i was going through afterwards that there’d be no way i would return for more. But i never do. i only remember the subspace and the aftercare and the peace that those provide me. i understand that i would do just about anything, endure just about anything, to return to that repose. And She understands it even better than i.
Also this week…there is DomCon, the annual convention of Domina’s (which started as a convention for pro-Dommes only, but has now expanded to include all in the lifestyle.) This will be my first attendance at DomCon and to be in a public venue, serving LadyH is truly a gift. i will be wearing a shirt which identifies me as property of LadyH, which makes it even more thrilling. To top it all off, i am transporting LadyH to DomCon on my motorcycle!! Does life get any better than this?…i don’t think so!!
Recently, I had a problem . . . a new toy was broken during play. As this was a steel reinforced paddle it was rather surprising (it has been replaced by the vendor). The REAL issue was when GentlemanX KEPT saying that it was MY fault! As he is a newbie I explained with patience how Doms don’t break toys . . . s-types do. But, even with patience and repeated explanations; his attitude, joking, and laughing kept him from learning the lesson. Note the mark from the finisher! I did have a great time imparting this lesson with My new matching floggers, cbt, clover clamps, bastinado, and clothespins. I thought the lesson well learned.
Ma’am and I were recently staying in the St. Simmons / Jekyll Island area as I had a conference to attend. As usual when W/we travel together I pack the toy bag. I have been working on a hard wood paddle as a gift to Ma’am and since it was practically completed, I brought it along.
