KATHARSIS

Orgastic creature (Fragments of our meeting)

Photographs by David Samson; Bliss & Belonging

The smile, ecstasy and devotion on her face. Those expressions you also could read on my face when i was with my Owner last wednesday. In the train i already felt fluid, like wax in His hands. Craving pain and total surrender. Terribly excited, that intensified this craving. Amazed about the orgastic creature in which i seemed to be transformed. From the very beginning of this meeting i was already heavily under my Owners influence (subspace) so therefore this post consists of fragments. Little pieces moonstone that shines in my memory.

Naked, kneeling in the cellar i wait. Footsteps above my head. My heart that jumps as i hear descending footsteps on the stairs. Closed eyes, proud i-am-Yours posture. The collar that He buckles on warms my heart. A chain connected with the collar, which i have to put in motion. Therefore i move my body to and fro so that the cellar is filled with soft jingling. I feel a bit silly. Moving to and fro. His hands in my hair, pushing me, bending me face down.
A sharp pain scratching my back, not feeling as pain but giving me goose-bumps from pleasure. The contented voice of my Owner when counting. His fingertips on my skin.

"Ten beautiful red lines on your back mo."

His cock deep in my mouth, but quickly pulled back from my greedy mouth. Too greedy.

I've forgotten to ask T. what made those beautiful lines. It wasn't a knife 'cause there were more sharp points at the same time.

Tied up on the slavechair. The one that spread your legs. Blindfolded. T. is making a breastbondage. Tight. He pulls the rope, thin cord this time. Dizzy in the head. Does He notice my struggling? A bondage doesn't hurt, but i have this strange thing. It scares me sometimes. Breasts that change colors. So i don't have to see it. No idea why. But i am blindfolded, so why this sweating and dizzyness in the head? T. is nearby, talking to me. Concentrated, intently He is binding me. I focus on His hands, His scent, His voice. I don't want to become unwell, by which this will stop. I manage to banish my feelings of fear and relax. A victory. My breasts tightly bonded. Rope pulling them up and a bit forward because the rope is attached to a chain that hangs from the ceiling a bit further away. I'm sure this looks ingenious. Pegs on my breasts, nipples and labia. Because of the spreaded legs, T. can easily reach everything. Clamps pulling my labia parted. A beating upon my cunt. Flat handed. My cunt starts to glow. Orgastic creature comes just like that. His fingers deep in me, His hand. Again he leads me to an orgasm, and again. A toy in His hands. The laughter in His voice humiliating me makes me happy.

The sling in which i lie swings softly. This feels great. T. fucking me, beating me, fucking me, beating.... He smacks my cunt on which i can bear a lot. He smacks me hard. A swollen cunt thrilling me. Intoxication. He uses me. His fucktoy.

My head hanging backward, i have Him in my mouth. He pushes deep and i have to surpress a feeling to heave. It feels like floating in a sling. T. sitting upon me, taking care of my cunt with the cane and the whip. Than, for just a second, i don't know exactly how or what, He is sitting upon my face taking my breath away.

Streched out over the vaulting buck. Blow after blow. Alternating hard, soft, tickling. Which confuses me, making it more difficult to count the cane blows. The dull deep pain from the cane, the intensely fierce pain from the whip, the soft tickling from the horsehair flogger. But the tickling feels as fire upon my tormented, glowing bum. Blow after blow. How many exactly i can't remember. Red welts, glowing skin and a contented Owner. Today, a week later, i still feel the dull pain in my bum, a pity the welts were disappeared the next day. More i want, much more. Kneeling on the floor, against Him, pushing my face in His skin. He hold me tight, strokes my hair. I don't get more.

T. streched out upon a leather furnished table. I stand at the foot doing my utmost best to please Him. Giving Him what He desires. Stroking, tickling, softly squeezing his skin, meanwhile sucking. I suck Him in deep, than playfully release Him. I concentrate on his reactions. His slut that wanna please her Owner as if her life depends on it. The greatest reward i get on the end as i may drink Him en T. looks at me smiling.

"This was very sub-dignified mo."

Like music these words from Him. And i, insatiable submissive, once more longing for Him, craving his pain.

Chains

During one of the meetings i had with my Owner, i had a very special experience with chains that amazed me a lot.
Bent over, i was recovering my breath from the cane- and whiplashes T. gave me. These were severe blows so i was floating in my warm little world. T. was very busy but i couldn't see through what was happening. He placed clamps on my nipples, connected with each other by a little chain and T. connected this one with a bigger chain that runs in between my thighs. How things were connected exactly i can't remember, pffff when you're floating you can't think clear hihi. But my Owners construction was so ingenious. Each movement caused pressure on my nipples and the chain between my legs pulled thight against my cunt. The touch of cold metal on my warm skin gave me goosebumps. Each movement echoed with some soft jingling. This sound and the cold sensation on my skin aroused me a lot. T. smacked sometimes my bottom and started to pull the chain. Ofcourse i felt this immediately on my nipples. Softly yammering i moved and the pressure on my nipples became more intense. MY Tormentor was enjoying Himself by taking the pressure away through holding the chain in His hands and than He dropped it. Because of this the chain was swinging heavily. Normally i would have yammer even more because of the intense pain on my nipples but not this time. I surprised my Owner and myself by enjoying it. A lot! Yes, my nipples were tormented but because of the swinging chain a tremor came into existance that vibrated in my cunt. When i'm very excited i crave pain on my nipples (while they're very sensitive and actually i can't take a lot on them) As my Owner implies lots of pain on them i become even more aroused. The construction T. made was very, very effective. In no time i came violently. Ofcourse this pleased my Owner a lot so He rehearsed His actions. And again i came violently. This went on for a while. T. had just to touch the chain lightly and...... Yes i know, this is much more than a slut. ;-)

A strange place for coming home

But in past time You thought such a cabine is revolting? i look at Him in an i-can't-believe-it way.
"This time it will be different mo, trust Me."

The naughty little girl feeling is still there as we enter the videotheque. Fortunately there are no other customers. The decent man behind the desk behaving in a impartial way. When T.'s deliberating with the man, i so called interested go through the DVD's. We have to choose one. Ofcourse i'm looking at the SM movies. The one more ridiculous than the other considering the covers. T. grabs one, takes my hand and we're walking to the back.

It's a little room. With a not real leather sofa, a low table with a large televison. It doesn't smell and actually it's clean. i imprint myself that the sofa gets desinfected every time. No, i don't have fear of stains. ;-) Such a strange situation. Here i am, with a Man i'm acquainted with for not so long, who i call recently my Owner, in a cabine of a sexvideotheque. A so called 'jerk off room'. And i'm feeling at ease, curious to what will happen next. T. places the DVD at the player. i start to laugh 'cause the Dominant and his victim in the movie are speaking a kind of Russian. But ofcourse, that's not the point in a room like this. A good story.
T. blindfolds me and commands me to undress. Clumsy, 'cause i can't see anything, i remove my clothes. i don't feel any embarrassment or insecurity. Naked, into the light, i'm standing in front of Him, knowing He's looking at me. i feel small, but full of trust. He turns me around, pushing me face forward, my hands on top of the television. Of which i can hear in this strange language the woman counting in the blows she's audibly clear receiving. Then i receive the first blow from T. This moves me very much, emotionally. This is the exact beginning of our D/s relationship. A warm feeling of love. i get another blow and more. The sounds of the DVD are forced back to the background. The hands of T. making my behind glow. Enlighted i push my buttocks in the direction of His hands, wanting more. And i get more, much more.

"How many blows did you receive mo?"

i don't have the answer, because i didn't count. Meaning my Owner starts again from the beginning. Aloud i count in. The astonishment i feel because of my serenity and dedication. In the past it often happened that i, first time playing, being blindfolded, in a strange place, fellt nauseous. Not now with T. Peace of mind, trust and excitement was what i fellt. So i surrender myself to Him completely.

On my hands and knees on the uncomfortable floor. The cane hitting my behind and i start to float. T.'s joy because of my deepred coloured buttocks. My knees are hurting, i wanna relief them from the pain so i crawl to the sofa to hang over it. More blows from the cane. From then i don't know exactly how or when.
F l o a t i n g..........
T. is sitting upon me, so i feel His weight on me. i suppose because He can hit me better and He has a good look on the colouring progress of my behind. T. loves to observe. His weight takes away my breath a bit but i love it to feel Him this way. The feeling to be nothing more than a fun toy that He wants to examine thoroughly. His weight on me is giving me a safe, protected feeling. Then He turns me around. He unbuckles His trousers. The sound of the belt He's tearing loose giving me shivers of desire.

"This is what you're craving for, isn't it slut of Mine? Feeling my belt on your soft skin?"

An approving sigh full of longing escapes my lips. Then i feel the slap of His belt on my already glowing skin. But what a joy! Silently i hope my "ouch! ouch!" cries are not holding Him back. It didn't. This dull aching gets through deeply. This delicious deep pain shuddered for days. Like some strange muscular pain. In fact i still feel it, but no longer that intense.

He's standing in front of me, i'm sitting on the sofa looking up. Though blindfolded i can feel His intense, observing glance on me. Making me modest and that feels so good. He's slapping His hard cock in my face, changing it at times by filling my hungry mouth. Deep in my throat. He pushes me back on the sofa. Therefore laying backwards, not worrying about my body anylonger ;-), my legs widely spread, i lay there totally opened for Him. Clamps on my nipples and on my cunt. Because of the clamps on my cunt my clit is pushed upwards. Softly T. is blowing over my clit and takes me in His mouth. An intense orgasm follows. Then i amaze myself even more. i've never done this before, couldn't say or ask it, but this time it happened. i'm begging T. to give me some more pain. He hits my breasts and my cunt hard. At some point i'm offering my cunt for more blows of His hand and the cane. Other (or more?) clamps on my labia. On it attached a chain and some weights. Weights i already saw on a photo; looking like beautiful little towers. Rather heavy. My Owner pulls on the chain, making the weights move. i can't remember it, but then i cried stop! T. removes the clamps. Again He fills my mouth with His masculinity. i tease Him a bit with my tongue. At last He pushes himself deep in my mouth, His hands in a firm grip grabbing my hair, still deeper in my throat, i suppress the urge to heave. Humiliating words at my direction, telling me what else He has in mind tormenting me, making me very, very aroused. i feel how He's holding my head vigorous as He growly ejaculates.