Wow… okay. :)
I’m pretty ecstatic about the whole thing, myself. Except for the part where she’s not making out with me. But trying not to focus on that and trying to be happy with everything else, which is really a lot. Meeting her was serendipitous, maybe destined or some bullshit? Only in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I might be able to catch the attention of a Mistress, much less a pro (masterful and experienced). Beyond the play, we’re both good for each other, I’ve suddenly got family, and these people are good, genuine, and fun. I feel like I have a purpose and, weirdly (for me), I feel very much like I’ve found my calling. I’m loving every minute.
Alas, no action was had tonight.. but a good time was had regardless. Instead, I was blindfolded, bound intricately with rope, including my arms tied behind my back, and pushed over the side of a bed. She then delivered quite a memorable beating, inciting a contest of wills—her wanting me to ‘yellow out’ (to say the ‘slow down’ safeword) and me stubbornly refusing to say it. Bare hand, paddle, nipple torture, a flogger.. I held fast despite her wailing on me, but I was starting to scream a bit. There was a session going on in the next room and they definitely could hear me. I guess she decided I was being too loud, so then she gagged me. :P
Finally, I realized she was going to keep going at a harsh pace until I said the safeword, and since I really couldn’t take much more, I did give up in the end. Getting beaten generally releases a lot of endorphins and natural opiates, so I get to feel all high and spacey and floaty later. It’s natural dope. Good times, good times. :]