This afternoon, Master called me to him in the playroom. I already had collar and cuffs on (I wear them except to sleep.) The big metal tube frame set in around the doorway had chains hanging partway down and 2 knee pads on the floor. He hooked my cuffs up to the chains after I knelt, and I knew this was going to be a challenge.
Almost immediately, I realized that the bottoms of the pads were slipping on the carpet, so I was going to have to work at maintaining the proper degree of openness that Master requires. I'm beginning to realize that anytime we go into a scenario like this, the challenges are multi-layered.
Master first applied the vaccum cups (big enough to suck in my whole areola) to each breast. He made the vacuum much stronger than the first time, and the pain was strong. It was really neat to look down and watch my nipples distend and the areola puff out round, trying to fill the vacuum. The pain... the pain... I said "yellow".
It's funny though, how as different things began to happen, the pain of the cupping on my nipples kind of faded into proportion. That and the fact that keeping the knee pads where I needed them was challenging every muscle in my upper thighs.
Then Master started with different floggers, crops, flyswatter, feather, a bundle of bamboo sticks... from my shoulders all the way to the bottom of my feet.
I need to get him to show me exactly what he used. The variation in intensity, and in the way he applied them was really amazing. I did use my words a few times, as the top of my "yellow" was reached and I was worried if the next one was harder, It would be more than I could take.
I hang hard on my cuffs... it's the way I seem to be... I don't think about it. After I was all stingy and hot, Master snapped my cuffs to a cable to the side, so they pulled down and away, and I just toppled.. so that was the end of that.
I was terrified of the cups coming off, and Master made as if he was just going to pull them.. eliciting some pleading from me. I'm pretty sure he release some pressure before he pulled, because otherwise, I would not be in my right mind, I'm sure (if I even am now).
I thought i had done really well. Considering it's the first time I ever used a caution word, it was hard to do... but I did. Master mentioned after that it was too often... and that's ok. I didn't need them that much... but kind of got in a groove of letting him know where on the scale I was... and I agree it's not necessary to use them that often.
Almost immediately after we finished, all hell broke loose... Master got a call to go into work, family phone calls were flying, it was just one of those times... and I curled up on the couch with a blanket, freezing... and listened to Master and Mistresses world go on around me.
Life goes that way, sometimes, but I have never felt so invisible... so alone... even though they were right there... bad timing I think... my emotional state and state of mind just didn't match what was going on around me. I think I better find a bear or something to cuddle!
