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ORIGINAL: queencaliph

Years ago when I got my first whip I would use it mostly for intimidation.  I would talk to a bound sub and make the whip "crack!" at different intervals to emphasize what I was saying. During one of these cracks, the whip popped back and hit me in the face right under the eye.  The poor guy couldn't help but laugh.  It left a mark and I had a heck of a time making up an excuse to tell people how I got that mark. 

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ORIGINAL: earthycouple

Oh I trip over my MFP about once every two months or so...I always tell my bottoms/subs/slaves that they can laugh AFTER they make sure I didn't hurt myself when I fall on my ass.

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We're all a little dumb at times, doing things that raise a laugh and break the whole atmosphere... whats yours?

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ORIGINAL: SDFemDom4cuck

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We're all a little dumb at times, doing things that raise a laugh and break the whole atmosphere... whats yours?

earthycouples FMP story reminded me of this funny (now) story.

My then sub had been away on business for several weeks and upon his return I decided we were going to play with some wax out on the lanai. He also happened to be a complete Houdini that could somehow get out of just about any bondage set up on earth if given 10 or 15 minutes. The reason I had chosen the lanai was because it had rained and cooled off, nice little breeze through the screening with the floor to ceiling french doors all open and the glazed ceramic tile floor was nice and cool. The wax had been set up on a little single burner over by one of the open french doors. He's tied down tighter than tight with barely room to wiggle. Poifect.

I decided to do a whole dressed scene complete with skin tight to the ankles leather skirt, steel boned corset and 6 inch stilletto FMPs. You can imagine where this is going. I walk over and gather the wax and as I'm stepping away back towards michel one foot slips on the WET tile floor.

I catch myself on the edge of the open french door, banging my face against it pretty hard and opening a cut along my eyebrow without realizing it. Just as I right myself and shake off the little tweetie birds flying round my head the blood trickles into my eye and I end up splashing wax onto my bare hand and arm. So I drop the wax, take two steps blindly towards my sub and both feet slide right up and out from under me on the wax. Wheee!!! Flat on my back, knocking the back of my head onto the tile floor hard enough to crack one of them. I come to hearing "Jo?" Uhh Honey? Are you okay? Honey?" Yep houdini is still tied in tight with his back to me and I'm knocked half unconscious on the floor.

Then I try to get up. Nothing will bend. The skirt keeps my knees from bending to get my feet under me. The corset keeping me stiff enough to not be able to bend at the waist. I'm like a turtle in a leather shell flat on my back unable to move with a sub tied up tight and unable to get free to help me. Bloody Brilliant. Damn glad I took that course on knot tying aren't I? So proud!

Do I think to take off the skirt? Noooo! Do I think to take off the stupid shoes? Of course not! Obviously I blame this failure of insight on the loss of blood from the back of my head now bleeding profusely as well. Instead, I try to flip myself over....let's try that again. Ok...one more time with a little momentum. I finally get myself rolled over and wedge myself against the other french door thinking I'll just pull myself up along the door. Which works perfectly....until I try to stand up. Right about the time my feet start sliding out from under me again I realize I am still trying to stand/walk on a wet tile floor. Down I go again, this time on my face. *uck it!

I now seem to have crunched my nose, as well as cracking open the back of my head, on top of the cut over my eye. It's beginning to look like an abbatoir on the fucking lanai by now. I finally end up doing an army man/crab elbow crawl across the floor to untie michel, who looks down at me with a look of confusion at all the blood...and then very calmly says. "Perhaps the lanai wasn't the best of ideas Ma'am". Ya think???

Of course, I can laugh about it now that all the stitches and wax scaldings have healed and the black eyes from my broken nose have faded. Then...not so much.

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ORIGINAL: queencaliph

Years ago when I got my first whip I would use it mostly for intimidation.  I would talk to a bound sub and make the whip "crack!" at different intervals to emphasize what I was saying. During one of these cracks, the whip popped back and hit me in the face right under the eye.  The poor guy couldn't help but laugh.  It left a mark and I had a heck of a time making up an excuse to tell people how I got that mark. 

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ORIGINAL: queencaliph

Years ago when I got my first whip I would use it mostly for intimidation.  I would talk to a bound sub and make the whip "crack!" at different intervals to emphasize what I was saying. During one of these cracks, the whip popped back and hit me in the face right under the eye.  The poor guy couldn't help but laugh.  It left a mark and I had a heck of a time making up an excuse to tell people how I got that mark. 

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ORIGINAL: SDFemDom4cuck

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We're all a little dumb at times, doing things that raise a laugh and break the whole atmosphere... whats yours?

earthycouples FMP story reminded me of this funny (now) story.

My then sub had been away on business for several weeks and upon his return I decided we were going to play with some wax out on the lanai. He also happened to be a complete Houdini that could somehow get out of just about any bondage set up on earth if given 10 or 15 minutes. The reason I had chosen the lanai was because it had rained and cooled off, nice little breeze through the screening with the floor to ceiling french doors all open and the glazed ceramic tile floor was nice and cool. The wax had been set up on a little single burner over by one of the open french doors. He's tied down tighter than tight with barely room to wiggle. Poifect.

I decided to do a whole dressed scene complete with skin tight to the ankles leather skirt, steel boned corset and 6 inch stilletto FMPs. You can imagine where this is going. I walk over and gather the wax and as I'm stepping away back towards michel one foot slips on the WET tile floor.

I catch myself on the edge of the open french door, banging my face against it pretty hard and opening a cut along my eyebrow without realizing it. Just as I right myself and shake off the little tweetie birds flying round my head the blood trickles into my eye and I end up splashing wax onto my bare hand and arm. So I drop the wax, take two steps blindly towards my sub and both feet slide right up and out from under me on the wax. Wheee!!! Flat on my back, knocking the back of my head onto the tile floor hard enough to crack one of them. I come to hearing "Jo?" Uhh Honey? Are you okay? Honey?" Yep houdini is still tied in tight with his back to me and I'm knocked half unconscious on the floor.

Then I try to get up. Nothing will bend. The skirt keeps my knees from bending to get my feet under me. The corset keeping me stiff enough to not be able to bend at the waist. I'm like a turtle in a leather shell flat on my back unable to move with a sub tied up tight and unable to get free to help me. Bloody Brilliant. Damn glad I took that course on knot tying aren't I? So proud!

Do I think to take off the skirt? Noooo! Do I think to take off the stupid shoes? Of course not! Obviously I blame this failure of insight on the loss of blood from the back of my head now bleeding profusely as well. Instead, I try to flip myself over....let's try that again. Ok...one more time with a little momentum. I finally get myself rolled over and wedge myself against the other french door thinking I'll just pull myself up along the door. Which works perfectly....until I try to stand up. Right about the time my feet start sliding out from under me again I realize I am still trying to stand/walk on a wet tile floor. Down I go again, this time on my face. *uck it!

I now seem to have crunched my nose, as well as cracking open the back of my head, on top of the cut over my eye. It's beginning to look like an abbatoir on the fucking lanai by now. I finally end up doing an army man/crab elbow crawl across the floor to untie michel, who looks down at me with a look of confusion at all the blood...and then very calmly says. "Perhaps the lanai wasn't the best of ideas Ma'am". Ya think???

Of course, I can laugh about it now that all the stitches and wax scaldings have healed and the black eyes from my broken nose have faded. Then...not so much.