Ekoms
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Sir,
I wanted to thank you again for the experience last night.
Now, as to Your request for my report....
As I told You and sophie last night, I was completely terrified of You and spellbound by You at the same time. The first play party experience as an observer last month was, without a doubt, an overwhelming sensory overload. Mr. S. discussed it with me and one of the things I remember telling Him was that I didn’t think I had it in me to take even a small part of the beating that D. took and I was worried about embarrassing and disappointing Him and being embarrassed myself. He was very understanding and reassuring which makes it easier for me to allow myself to let go off my inhibitions.
On the way to meeting with You and sophie last night, Mr. S. had told me that He wasn’t sure if He would allow me to participate in anything, that He wanted to make sure that I was ready. My initial response was disappointment but I trust that He knows what is best for me regardless of my opinion about it. Today, I feel very lucky to have been granted the opportunity to experience that and am hopeful for many more. So thank You again.
My initial feeling last night was a mixture of hopeful excitement and intense fear. The minute You put the blindfold on sophie those feelings increased tenfold, fight or flight.
When Mr. S. grabbed my hair (something I adore), I felt calmer to an extent. He makes me feel safe. The minute I felt the tip of your cane under my chin, my body betrayed me. At that point I would have done almost anything for more, a complete contradiction in my mind. The more I heard sophie cry, the more frightened I became and I remember telling myself over and over “don’t move, don’t move” and then finding that it was an automatic thing, I was having a hard time controlling my fear and anticipation of the sting. I remember Mr. S. whispering to me to keep my eyes closed, to get on my knees, and then the command to climax. Anything from that point to the whip is a bit of a blur.
Later, there was the command to watch and another whisper of “you’re next”. The sounds coming from the impact of the cane and sophie was absolutely one of the most erotic things I have ever heard…I thought, but then I heard the crack of the whip and my body betrayed me again. I’m a very logical person but have very detailed fantasies and dreams. The logical part of my brain kept trying to tell me that I was about to find myself completely out of my league, that I wasn’t ready. My body was telling me the exact opposite and as long as Mr. S was there and thought I was ready enough, then I was ready.
The first strike from the whip was an astounding release and each one after more and more intense. There is an extremely sensitive area on my right side and there was a point when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, then sophie grabbed my hand. I have to tell You, that in and of itself, was an amazing experience, something that I can’t explain, and something that I will never forget.
The feeling of the whip touching my skin was amazing and I want more!
The next thing I remember is sophie not being there and intense sting of Mr. S' hand on my ass, then Yours and then a paddle, I think. In the past, I’ve felt that I have had a very low tolerance for being caned, spanked, or paddled but last night there came a point where it hurt but I didn’t want You to stop….apparently my subspace.
THAT is the last thing I remember before realizing that I was laying on the floor in Your apartment and what had just happened. I felt completely numb and loopy, for lack of a better term, AND completely drained. I wanted to sleep, that’s all, just sleep. I was so relaxed.
Then I sat up and immediately realized how excruciatingly wonderful my ass felt and I began trying to process the whole thing. For the record, I’m still trying to process it all. I remember you taking pictures and thinking how terrible I must look and then realized how absolutely soaking wet I was.
The ride home was mainly spent asking Mr. S. certain questions and replaying everything I could remember in my mind and trying to sort out the things I was uncertain of. But the most important thing was hoping that Mr. S. was proud of me, I still haven’t asked Him.
I apologize if this seems to ramble but it still seems like a dream to me with the exception of some beautiful welts and bruises. I have a hard time finding words that do justice to the flood of emotions I experienced. I am usually a pretty decent writer and am able to put my thoughts coherently down on paper but not so much today.
Thank You and sophie for such a wonderful and amazing experience.
t.
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