You know, actually i was going to write more about the Path of Service and Mastery, but after i got to thinking about ‘Nilla’s comment, i realized i really do have more to say about my evening with Sir X.
i can see so clearly how the “training” is progressing, it’s not that i’m being deluded in any way. Each time, the spanking is a little more intense.
This time, each smack with His hand was fierce, leaving my ass red and throbbing before he got out the flogger.
The flogger is gentle, well, comparatively. But He uses it on more sensitive parts of my body, and tonight He put the clamps on first. The c-clamps that He likes, with the chain between them.
They don’t hurt much, they really don’t. But i feel them, there’s an awareness, and when He uses the flogger on top of them, well, i feel it.
And you know, i feel it more after they’re off, i feel them when i’m in the shower the next day. And i know now that i’m going to feel them then, if that makes sense.
He just smiles when i tell Him that. “Really?” He says, “You feel them the next day? Your nipples are still sensitive in the morning?”
~~ and i laugh cause He’s sounding all innocent, like He had no idea, and looking totally knowing at the same time. i don’t know how He does that.
So the flogger is a lovely break, and then it’s the stringy thing, which is sharp and fierce and leaves marks. Followed by the belt.
And i know it’s all more intense tonight, i can tell. My ass is hotter, redder, and more tender when He’s through.
But He goes slowly, i have time to absorb each blow. This is good for me.
If it’s too fast, too intense, i’ll dissociate, slip away in my head, so i can tolerate it. And that might be ok, but afterwards, i’ll feel ~
~ i’ll feel off. Wrong. It won’t feel good, won’t feel right. And i won’t have words for what’s wrong. Won’t even quite know myself what the problem is.
i remember this from my husband, that was how it was towards the end. It wasn’t good for me.
And i wonder if i should mention that to Sir X. That too much pain makes me go away. i think about it, play it out in my head.
And then i think about the feelings, the way it is when he has me against the door, arms over my head, ass bare. This time, He left the rope harness on for a long time while He was spanking me.
Left it on through the flogger and the stringy thing. Took it off before the belt.
i think about how He holds my nipple with one hand when He’s using the sharp, stringy thing on me.
i think about how He asks me afterwards how i would rate that spanking, if i felt like it was too mild, that i needed more, or if it was moderate, or was it too harsh, was really pushing my limits.
It was moderate, i mean, i felt it, i didn’t think it was too mild. But it wasn’t pushing my limits too much either. Not too much.
And i don’t think i need to tell Him anything.
i think, compared to some of the experiences i read, i think He’s very gentle with me. i think it might even sound like He’s too solicitous of me. Asking my opinion, making sure i’m ok, all that.
But.
If you were there ~ if you could see Him ~ you’d know that He really is training me. That feels so odd, to say that, and know it’s true.
Like you would train a horse who’d been treated badly before, gently, giving her rewards for doing what you wanted, but all the time shaping her behavior.
i’m learning to trust Him. He’s learning my responses. i don’t know exactly where He’s taking me. But He does.
i don’t think it’s ever going to be about how much He can hurt me. But i think He wants control. i think He wants obedience.
i think He’ll get whatever He wants.