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411 is a walking toy bag. I discovered this the day I first met him at one of the public fet nights when he handed Caspy-love a very stingy braided flogger to use on me as he wished. This night he brought a really interesting toy, and although I didn't get to try it out, I had the pleasure of watching it being used on 2. 2's partner had her leaning up on the cross while he held this thing of 411's in on hand and touched her back with the other, causing an electrifying touch as she shivered and jumped from the zap of his fingers. He retrieved his knife from his bag, and someone turned down the lights. I would have loved to have a video of that bit or even a still shot. As 2's partner trailed the knife along her back, her ass, and her sides we could see small sparks trailing off the knife. In a long exposure, it may have been one of the most beautiful pictures I'd ever taken - if I'd been allowed to bring my camera. Strangely, photography was exactly what was on my mind during that particular scene. There was something so incredibly beautiful about it that I would have loved to immortalize.
6 asked 411 what was inside that thing, and received a blank look.
"How does it work?" He asked.
"I don't know... it just does... I don't care how." 411 answered.
"Hey, that would be something I could do in my spare time!" I said, clicking in.
"Yeah," 6 said, "it'd be no problem for you or I to make some of those and sell them." I nodded, agreeing.
2's partner finished playing with the electricity toy and told 411 he could go ahead and beat the hell out of her (2) and do whatever he liked. I really enjoy watching both 411 and 2, and sat happily watching the scene. Whenever 411 dealt an exceptionally hard or stinging blow to 2's backside or ass, I would comment with an appropriate "Owee" or "Yikes" accompanied by a smile. Such a pleasure it is to watch as her back and backside turned from a soft creamy flesh tone to a vibrant pink, then a deep welted red. She began to stamp her feet and stand on her toes as the cane hit her.
"Oh FUCK!" She shouted, quite obviously in response to a strike.
"I want a colour, what colour?" 411 asked.
2 whispered "green".
"I can't hear you" 411 bellowed.
"Green" she gasped.
"What was that?" he reiterated.
"GREEN!" She yelled.
For those of you that are unfamiliar with standards in the bdsm community, what 411 had asked for was a safeword colour. Basically, he was making her tell the room that she was ok. Red is the word that will stop a scene dead. If the bottom says "RED" then that means s/he can't take it anymore. "Yellow" can mean a few things, but it generally means that the bottom doesn’t want to stop, but something is bothering her, or she wants to lighten up a bit. It normally causes the top to stop and ask for direction. Green on the other hand means to keep going just as before, and that everything is fine.
Anyhow, 2 was obviously enjoying herself and the hard swings from the floggers held in 411's hands and the swift *thwap* of his canes, and I was very much enjoying the show. Caspy-love suggested that I sit at his feet so he could rub my shoulders, and that's an offer that I can never pass up. Eventually, as 411 and 2's scene wound down, 6 appeared near me again. Again, he unbuttoned my blouse. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I ended up over the bench, over Caspy's knee, and both of them were smacking my ass with what I’m assuming were paddles. They claimed that it was paddy-whacks; after all it was my birthday. I argued that, saying that my birthday was a really long time ago. Caspy pointed out that 2 weeks isn't really a long time, and they were owed to me. 6 informed me that I will get hit simply because I'm Woe. Woe is me.
"We'll just let anyone who wants to take whacks at it after we're done." Caspy said. I could feel them nodding their assent at each other.
That seemed to be an invitation for 411 to get into it, remember the walking toy bag? I never know what the hell is coming at me when he's around. At least I know the contents of my own toy bag well enough, but 411 has a way of making things unpredictable. First, I believe it was the cane he whomped me with, several times over, then I glanced up at him and saw that horrible oak paddle with holes in it that looked so scary earlier. "Oh shit, not that FUCKING THING!" I said, then saw the flogger in his other hand, to which I said "Ahh, ok, that's fine.."
I heard Caspy love say... "Oh she loves it" certainly in reference to the flogger, which is all good in my opinion as long as he kept that....”OUCH GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING FUCK ME THAT FUCKING HURT!!!" Oak paddle away from me.
"What?" 411 said, "Did I hear a colour?"
Colour... colour... hmm.... "PURPLE!" I screamed out. That was met with bouts of laughter and a response of "We can do that, we can make your ass purple!"
"Shit, bad choice of colour!" I proclaimed.
Anyhow, after 411 had enough of contributing to the purple of my butt, the guy that came with 7 proceeded to crack me with his crop. After the crop guy was done, Caspy took a round at it with my snake whip. The whip is generally one of my favourites. I normally find myself entering a sort of meditation where 100% of my concentration is devoted to focusing on the interesting effect that it has on my physical body creating a very unique mental state in which only the sting of the snake exists. He cracked me on the bone which made me literally jump up in some pretty major pain. He held me for awhile until the throbbing and nausea subsided.
Shortly after, I was standing again with 6 and Caspy touching and groping various parts of my body, and delivering more whacks to my poor sorry ass.
I made some comment about hitting Caspy back, and said that it'd most likely land right in his nose.
"See how that thing sticks out? It protrudes farther than any other part of his body!"
I found myself bent over being held by 6 while muttering protests, uttering curses, and generally causing some serious discord.
6 said to me, "Be quiet or I'll have to stick something in your mouth." to which I responded without any hesitation at all "Hey let me take a look at your nose!" I burst out laughing until the first hard strike landed on my ass.
WHACK! I yelled "FUCK!!!" and was asked again "Was that a colour?"
WHACK! I screamed out "Turquoise!"
WHACK! I yelled out "Dusty ROSE!!"
WHACK! I bellowed "Aquamarine!"
"Aquamarine?" 6 repeated in wonder.
WHACK! I hollered "Mustard!"
WHACK! I blasted out "Fuchsia!"
WHACK! I wailed "Deep Forest Gr... oh wait...."
WHACK! I roared "Lavender!"
WHACK! I shouted "Burnt Sienna!"
WHACK! I screeched "Mauve!"
WHACK! I yelped "Coral Blue!"
I was running out of colours, and only vaguely aware of the chuckles that were circulating, especially from the one holding me down and the one beating on me.
What do you think? Does that clearly represent all the colours of the rainbow?
I stood up, flustered. "We could get the ice now..." 6 suggested.
"Yes, yes, get the ice!" I exclaimed.
Such a simple statement was met with "Oh my GODS Woe!" and "Woooohhhhhhh...." and "Even I wouldn't say something like that' and "She's gonna get it now..." Hehe, I just told Master 6 what to do. That's just not done. That's just not right. But nonetheless there was that permagrin on my face.
Here again came another instrument of destruction at someone’s hands, was it 411? I grabbed 6 instead of facing my fate and wrapped my arms around his neck and patted his back. "It's ok, really, you don't need to do that... *HUGS* we'll have hugs!" as I directed him around to face the imminent strike that was aimed at my ass.
He was of course laughing and hugging me back, which had the effect of holding me firmly in place for the beating to come. Trying to direct him to be the source of the strike was useless. Caspy was laughing, and saying "Oh, now you want hugs eh?" He then cracked my butt again.
Another girl, who I know from the local scene and was also at the last party, I'll call her 4, knelt in front of our little scene holding a cup of ice. At that precise moment she looked like an angel sitting there with wings spread, having been sent by a god of mercy. 6 took the ice from her and rubbed it on my sore hot breasts, and my throbbing welted ass. Mmmm... it seemed like the best feeling I'd ever had at that precise moment.
"See, we inflict the pain and then we take it away." 6 said.
Caspy didn't seem to be all that interested in taking the pain away though, so he whacked my boobs a few times while they were wet. That hurt like a sonofabitch and I said so. It left one pretty mark.
The ice cubes found their way to my pussy at their hands, and Caspy love worked his cold and magic fingers, commanding me to cum, and the contrast of the hot liquid pouring from me and the cold ice melting and dripping down was enough to send me off this planet. He did it again, and again, and again... working at my insides with fingers and ice, and commanding me to cum again. I soaked the towel that was crumpled beneath my feet.
I asked Caspy-love to get me a drink, to which 6 replied "You can get your own drink!" as a good submissive should. Caspy of course went upstairs and poured me a pop.
There ends Scene II.
Anyone for Scene III?
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