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becca333 -> RE: Intensity (9/14/2006 6:34:03 AM)
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You're right, it was fun - in a wild way.
I can't remember all the things we used, it was a long session. Mostly crop (short and long), cane, hand, tawse, a variety of paddles, restraints, butt plugs of varying sizes (from mmmyes to ouchohgodno), a footstool (kneel on it and put your arms and shoulders down onto the floor - it's a very interesting position that allows all sorts of fun things to happen.) And the rubber paddle most of all, hard and loud and long. That rubber paddle can send me to heaven and back. And long moments of waiting, not knowing what was coming next, not knowing where he was or what was being prepared. And the way he touched me, and how he'd just quietly say what he wanted - not ordering, just saying it so quietly, and I'd scurry to obey and get into the next position. He becomes the whole world, all there is around you is sensation and emotion, and he's the lifeline to security.
Oh, and some bloody brilliant sex now and then - he knows how to keep me on the boil, so to speak, for ages.
I'm very fortunate, I can trust him completely, he was the one who always knew when to stop; I was so deep in subspace I wanted it harder, more, keep going... he always knew just when I'd had enough.
But afterwards... I was surprised at how I felt, not the way I usually do, which is on top of the world and flying high. I was so quiet, and shaken, but satisfied. And sort of serene and calm.
I thought I'd reached my level, after years of doing this I'd peeled away the layers, found myself, rejoiced in my sub-ness, revelled in the sensations.
And then I hit this new, totally different kind of level, which I never even knew existed. Can't wait to go for it again!
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