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~*~The Kiss of the Whip~*~
As I felt His strong hand grip the leash of the collar attached to my throat, I began to tremble. Was this a dream come true or a nightmare about to unfold? Following Him up the stairs to the big cage, my knees started to buckle. Yes, I longed for this. I had negotiated for it, my first. He knew my limitations, I knew my safe words. Still I couldn't help but wonder if I was crazy for doing this. Who would willingly put themselves beneath the "kiss of the whip"??
I had watched Him scene the night before. I had seen His brutality, felt His strength, this Stranger I was fixing to engage in a scene with. Yet for all His brutality I sensed a tenderness too. Meeting with Him twice earlier in the day, He had brought a smile to my face. Flirting with Him had been easy, admitting my desire to scene with Him had not.
Maybe it was the location: this place: this Sanctuary of the Dark Angel. A place I had previously only dreamt about visiting. This was the place that had brought me out into the lifestyle. A search engine on Their website had helped me find a local BDSM group which ultimately led me to meeting Mistress Domina and accompanying Her to Leather Fest 2000 in Atlanta where the Sanctuary was.
I followed Him closely, trembling as He pressed me to the stone wall. Naked now, there was no room for modesty, nor did I desire any. I had complete faith in Him, my trust total. Why? He was a stranger. He could have been a monster, yet my mind kept me strong. I WANTED this!!
As He slipped the blindfold into place, I nearly panicked. I had forgot to tell Him how I hated them. Yet a sense of well being invaded my soul as He slid the strap in place; His hand in my hair a gentle caress. He slipped my hands into the rope loops that would hold me in place. I felt desperately alone as He stepped away.
The first touch of the long bull whip's end hit my back and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It seemed like forever before the second stroke was felt. I tensed up, I relaxed, anything to alleviate the burn in my back. Several more "kisses of the whip" touched my soft skin. Then suddenly they stopped. Oh My God!! It hurt!! My back was on fire. I turned my head to the left and to the right, trying to seek the Master out. Had I done something wrong? Why had He stopped? Finally, I heard the creaking of the floor beneath His feet. My heart began to race. Was it over? As bad as I burned, I didn't want it to end. NOT YET!!
His hands on my flesh as soft as a caress comforted me. His touch to the full mounds of my breasts while His breath on my neck enticed me. I nearly jerked as I felt clamps being attached to my breasts. His voice in my ear saying He was going to pierce me made me scream out. My limits were NO needle play and no blood play. Had I been wrong to trust Him?? He began to laugh. I had misunderstood Him. The depths of my fear making me hear words unspoken. I heard the creaking of the wood as He stepped away; the soft whoosh of the flogger caused my body to tremble. How cool the air felt on my back. I have been told since then that you know you have been well whipped when the flogger feels cool.
Suddenly, He was there again, turning me around. I hadn't counted on this. As bad as my back hurt, I could not imagine having that kind of pain on my tender front. My arms automatically came before me protectively. His voice, strong and sure, came to my ears. "Open up, girl" I pulled them away reluctantly and stood there shaking. Every bone in my body turned to jelly. I ached to call out my safe word. After all that was what they were for. Yet I didn't. I trusted Him to put me through my paces. He was a Master! He knew what I needed, what I ached for.
Without a touch, I heard Him approach, turning me gently back to face the wall. His voice in my ear as He whispered "Scarey isn't it?" saying it all.
His fingers tickling my sides caught me by surprise. The biting of something cold and metallic along my sides made me cry out. It both hurt and tickled. I laughed out loud. Oh my god, how funny it was. This strong handsome Master sharing in my dream, now laughing along side of me. My laughter was choked: my joy complete.
He stepped away once more, and I was prepared for whatever He dished out. Yet the crack of the double whip brought me out of my revalrie. It HURT!!! Oh god, my mind screamed STOP!!! Still I did not call out my safeword. This was my dream come true. My mind sunk deeper and deeper within myself as I thought of the many whip dances I had done online. What a joke they now seemed.
Tears coursed down my cheeks as I felt His nearness behind me again. "One to ten" His strong voice said "Name the number and we are done" I yearned to say NONE. Yet I took a deep cleansing breath and said five. I think He only gave me three.
As He removed my blindfold and brought my hands down, He whispered in my ear the sweetest words I would ever hear.. "I would gladly welcome you into my household. Your Master is a lucky Man"
My back is healed now. He gave me one good cut as testimony to my ordeal. Many seeing the pictures have given me advice on how to keep it from scarring. I just smile. As a stranger called it a "beauty mark" so does my mind for it is beautiful to me.
The memory of that night will always be precious to me. From time to time, my mind wanders to the Sanctuary, aching to visit it again, and it goes to a special Man who gave me such a wonderful first experience, feeling "the kiss of the whip".
~*~THE END~*~
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