Last night I was bound to a rack
in the middle of a room full of people.
The room's lights had all been
replaced by red bulbs. A DJ played Psy-Trance in the corner. Mattresses
and cushions lined the perimeter of the hardwood floor.
The only furniture in the center
of the room was the rack. A 7 feet x 5 feet metal square. Hand
restraints hung from industrial strength chain.
When I entered the party, there
was gorgeous blond tied up to the rack and being flogged. She
wore only a G-string that showcased her magazine-perfect ass.
The man with the leather flogger
was totally focused on her as he alternated between slapping and
lightly dragging the leather across her skin.
The room was full of Fetish Beauty.
The outfits were out of the slickest fetish mags. The bodies were
pulled from Playboy. One woman actually *was* in the latest Playboy.
Several others deserved to be. *Everyone* was sexy.
The theme of the party was masters
and slaves. And not in a cutesy way. Many of the people there
were deep into the bondage scene. Mistress Jacqueline, for example
is a professional Dominatrix. It's her job.
Mistress Jacqueline was the one
who flogged me.
I have seen plenty of erotica where
women are dressed up in fetish gear. But it is something else
entirely when they are wearing their own clothes…living out their
own desires. These weren't dolls being dressed up. They were sexy
women whose kinkiness started well beneath the skin.
Mistress Jacqueline is more beautiful,
and more authentic than any Dom you've seen in a magazine. Awe-inspiring.
And when you see her dancing in front of a bound slave, flogging
reddened skin to the beat of the music, you see something so much
more than an erotic show. It was sensual theatre. An artistic
composition of sensations - fingernails, light touch, spanks,
whips, ice, etc.
I was so intimidated by her presence
that I could barely speak to her. It was my girlfriend that said,
"If it would be your Pleasure, Mistress Jacqueline, I would like
to offer my slave. He would very much like to feel your touch."
She asked me a few questions, looked
me up and down, and said there was one person in front of me,
then it would be my turn.
She asked if I was interested in
electrical play. I hesitated before saying yes. She smiled and
said, "I'll come up with something for you."
When I was cuffed into the rack,
I wore only a black leather skirt and my white Doc Martins. She
walked around me, pressed against me and toyed with me. I could
feel her tight body through her vinyl bustier. She lifted my skirt
up to reveal my bare ass.
And started spanking.
I was blindfolded, so I'm not sure
what I was being hit with. A paddle? A hand? It hurt. Just when
I was beginning to think I couldn't take it, she would ease up
and caress me gently. Walk around my body and tease me. The second
time she started on my ass, it was 5X as sensitive from the first
rain of blows. I struggled to embrace the pain's intensity. The
sharpness of the sensation was foreign. Like an exotic spice hitting
my tongue for the first time. Then it got about as spicy as I
could handle. I was wincing from the pain. I felt like I was being
dragged along my threshold.
When she moved from spanks to caresses
again, I told her that was about as hard as I could handle. "Okay.
I'll take you down slowly…no electrical play for you, today."
I felt a bit as though I had failed. Pain is a new thing for me
and I'm still not sure how much I like it. I enjoy the bondage
of it. I enjoy being an instrument to another's sensation symphony.
My body being not steered from within, but directed from outside:
Her whip a conductor's wand composing my experience. But I think
I prefer the occasional cymbal-crash of a spank, rather than the
cacophony of prolonged flogging. I'm more of a rabbit fur kinda
guy than a paddle guy.
As I was still bound and blindfolded,
she asked if she could take a picture of me from behind. "Your
ass has some nice welts on it…it looks so cute."
"Of course," I said.
I felt even more like a flesh canvas for her artistic expression.
She rubbed ice on my flaming ass
cheeks as she released me. I was dizzy and disoriented. When the
blindfold was removed, I felt the jar of a spaceship re-entering
Tied up, blind, and living in pure
sensation…it was like a journey inward. A journey to a place where
my body, the room, the rent, my bills, and my todo list didn't
exist. Only the next sensation…and the lingering echo of the last.
The next day my ass is still red
and sensitive: The mistresses' touch still echoing through my
this Tale in the Boards
Show theme is "Bondage."
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