Lines: 203 From: lela@am.sublink.org (Layla the Huntress) Subject: the magic of August Hi everybody...! Just thought I might entertain somebody by narrating a few scenes of these last few nights. I'm very unsure of my English and the interest of all this for others, so please let me know if I'm boring you or not! It's that I have an old debt with a.s.b (and a specific couple of delightful switches, they know who they are...:-), and I thought, I can't "pay it back", let's try to "pay it forwards"...! Aug 2 was our 12th anniversary of marriage; my parents kept the kids at their home for a few nights, so I and Alex could play at will! And we played, with knives and candles, clothespins and whips; my breast got a lot of attention, my clit got whipped, then I was branded. Alex got waxed, lots of his hairs pulled, and he also got more whip than ever before... But I've rushed ahead of myself as I sometimes do, so let's take the several scenes in some order (not all in one night, several nights rather). My Master had been slapping my breast, talking to me sweetly. Then he said, "It's red enough -- either I stop now, or I get the crop; which will it be?". I couldn't speak at the time but my moans and the arching of my torso toward him were clear enough -- the crop came out! A BEAUTIFUL horsewhip, a perfect instrument for delivering the EXACT amount of pain desired... The blows were of medium strength, although I felt each as painful as anything, and after each he gave me all the time to relax myself again. When I was ready for each next blow, I offered myself to it, as to a lover's sex. This went on and on, I don't know for how long... After an interminable time he ordered me to stop squirming and stay perfectly still. The knife came out. We had never done anything *serious* with knives before. But THIS time, I found out that - I - LOVE - KNIVES - ! He didn't want to cut me, and didn't, really, just left a thin red mark all over my body, and the pain of course wasn't strong; the knife was SHARP, and his hands so firm and sure... the thin purple line traced my arms, legs, thighs, flanks, then the stomach, slowly, EVER so slowly, finally stopping in the middle of my breast. At that point I was crazy with desire, I almost disobeyed and pushed me against the knife!, I even cried a muffled "Yes, Yes, Yes". But he stopped anyway - "No more - not this time". But I'm sure that soon I'll have my skin cut, I don't know on which part of my body, perhaps the back. I dream of the pain, although he says it won't be that much as he plans to use a sharpened blade; of the blood flowing; my flesh yearns for the blade as a virgin for her bride... Then, hot wax. I used 2/3 of a long candle on Alex's shoulders and chest; he liked it a lot and kept saying "Again" and "More" -- it's incredible how piggy he can be! Also incredibly wonderful, sweet, offering himself to me, with love-filled eyes... I ADORE my slave! I planned for the rest of that candle to then get into my Master's hands, and drip its hot wax onto me. Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy that part of the scene AT ALL, indeed I still wonder why - my fault, I'm sure (although my Master keeps telling me it must be HIS fault instead). Later tonight hot wax will have free reins over my flesh again, and we'll see. The crop is still our favourite toy. Alex keeps telling me that he's more robust than me and needs stronger strokes than I do, I didn't think I was holding back anything but apparently I did... because THIS time I didn't, and THIS time I made him cry with pain! How SWEET his tears are -- I had enjoyed them in some heavy emotional scenes, but never from pure, phyisical pain. I tell you, it's addicting! Most of the time we roleplay as heavily as we play phisically -- haughty Lord or Lady, humble slave, humiliation, kneeling, whip-kissing, and all that, and it's great, of course. But often lately we do instead these scenes, particularly the heaviest ones, without this emotional "prop", and it's just as wonderful, just different. (I still call him Master anyway, but that's because he can *teach* me, as well as *own* me...:-) Then the target of the crop became my sex, and for THAT we slipped back into our usual dense domination/submission mood - just great! The crop allows perfect control of the amount of pain inflicted -- it's the only kind of whip which can really be used on genitalia, I think, except for VERY light ones. My legs wide open, his left hand pinching my breast and holding my neck and occasionally strangling me slightly, his right hand with the crop hitting softly, but steadily with a slow but inexorable rhythm... boy WHAT an orgasm that gave me! And the following fuck with my clit SO terribly and excquisitely sensitive and all the area still numb with pain... YUM! Then, ah!, the brand! It's my second one. My Lord kept his golden ring on the flame, holding it with a handkerchief, until he found it sizzling-hot enough when testing it with his wettened finger. Meanwhile we were talking sweetly, he described to me how my skin would burn and be blackened and split, and the flesh under it... I wasn't EXACTLY following the precise anatomical details, I was rather in orbit! He also explained what disinfectant he would use later, and how he would apply it, and why not *right after* the brand, and so on. The feeling of total TRUST I got from knowing He knew exactly what to do and when and why... Then he said it was ready, and to prepare myself. My hands were free; I stuffed a large, soft handkerchief in my mouth, to avoid biting my tongue or getting jaw damage from involuntary clenching. Then I arched my back and crossed my arms behind it, to immobilize them against spasms. I looked at his eyes, so sweet, so full of love and cruelty. He kissed my flank, then draw back, got his fiery ring, and pressed it onto my flesh. And pressed. And held it there, for ten seconds. He counted them slowly, aloud. Then he removed the ring, which was almost cold by this time anyway (he told me later), cleaned it with his handkerchief of any residue of burnt organic matter from my body (and later disinfected it), and put it aside. Then he turned to me, giving me his full attention. He removed all bonds and helped me free my arms from under my back. He says I had no tears in my eyes -- maybe the pain and the schock were too sudden, maybe it was the endorphin high he had given me earlier... NEVER did I feel so happy before in my life, although it isn't *short* of happiness by any measure! I was also "in orbit", as I said (pardon my lack of words to describe that state, but those of you who are into this sort of heavy play surely understand me). A brand's scar must be treated accurately for many days. As any serious burn, it develops a sort of bubble, it blackens, then it reddens, then it becomes purplish, over several days. Washing and disinfecting must be performed at the right times if you don't want to ruin the later scar... I don't really follow all details but Alex fortunately follows them all for me! Oh, BEFORE that, I had apparently managed to find a weak spot in my slave for the first time... you see, he had told me that the brand's severity (hotness, duration, etc) would have been proportional to how severe I managed to be on the preceding scene, me topping him. Well it appears that if I use hot wax on a hairy area of skin and let it cool down and then remove the wax with my nails, not fast and clean so wax and hairs come out at once, but SLOWLY, WORRYING the wax and the hair and the skin with it... well if I do this, I can really get him to WHIMPER and PLEAD. The heaviest whipping never reduced him to THAT much of an emotional wretch... We went to Venice (with the kids) for one day, and I was (and am!) still in pain from the brand. How beautiful the Piombi cells are, so small and terrible... and the "Slaves' Bank" (Riva degli Schiavoni) near S. Marco... and to top it all in Palazzo Ducale was showing the "Delizie Dell'Inferno" ("Hell's Delights"), a special show of pictures of Hyeronimus Bosch and his school -- the "Inferno" picture itself is absolutely OUT OF THIS WORLD (:-). Mere coincidence of course, including particularly the Saint Michael figure, the Angel with the Sword, fighting Demons in the center of Hell...:-) Then yesterday I got my back whipped. Now this seems trite and normal but you see I have arthritis and rheumatisms and my back is EXTREMELY delicate [just my luck to get arthritis before I was 30...!-(], so he never wanted to risk HEAVY whipping there these last few years. But yesterday, he tells me, he KNEW everything WOULD be perfect, that my muscles would be perfectly relaxed and smooth and strong and pliant and protect my bones and things, taking all the pain themselves - IF we did it as he suggested. So we did -- he insisted we keep talking all the time, that I didn't have ANY bond or blindfold, that we discussed together how strong each stroke would be and exactly where it would fall and decide together for the right timing for it... the opposite of the normal slave/master scenes, but, it WAS effective. Took LOTS of time, but I ended up with my back in a sorry but wonderful state -- no blood of course, that crop is designed NEVER to break skin! -- but apart from that, a raw mass of pain. I got a slight fever too, as he had said I would. Now the marks are less, but what remains is purplish and just TOO beautiful! Now I must think of some new play to pay him back for all the WONDERFUL things he's done to me -- [I don't understand how some of you find it so easy to play with clothespins, which is what I wanted to do, but I can find very FEW places on his body where they will take and hold a long time, they seem to slip away very easily from his sweaty skin...] Well well, and on the 16 we'll leave for two weeks in the Alps with all the family -- I really hope it will be as wonderful as last year, mountain climbling can be the harshest SM play, trust and power and danger and pain and fatigue... and the sweetest, with the beauty, the love, the Mother Earth below us... See you all in September then! Blessed be, Leyla -- Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love! I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy. Ulla (ulla@am.sublink.org; or, wi.5292@wizvax.methuen.ma.us)