On Friday night sol and I attended a Black Sash Salon ("an intimate discussion/play party held bimonthly") at the Sydney home of our friends MsGawjusRedhead and AugustusSeizeHer. You can read about another Black Sash night here.
My friends had a very full house on Friday. As always there were new friends to be made and old ones to greet. I was pleased to see Daddy_K, a very experienced sadist and respected member of the Australian kinky community, who has given me so many fiendish tips to torture sol.
The discussion topic of Friday's Salon was "Making an impact":
"Things that go bump, and bang, and kerthump. Impact play can range from the lightest flicks of a finger on bare skin through to vicious beatings. What's your bag? What does impact play do for you? Is it about the violence, the sensation, the control.. or something else?"We had some really great presentations on the topic, and some interesting dialogue resulted. Sol and I had decided to present alternate viewpoints - on being the object of impact play and being the person doing it. Sol's piece went like this - remember you need to add the sound effects of the scene yourself:
Mmmmf... One, Thank you Ma'amBy now he had the entire room laughing....
Fuck that hurts. I don't know if I can do this, not today. I should have asked for a warm...
Aaaaahhhhh ... ... ... Two, Thank you Ma'am
No no no no no I'm not into it today it's just not happening I won't last I'm just going to have to
Owwwwww … … … Three, Thank you Ma'am
Just breathe, you can do it just
Aaahh!!!! … … … … … … … … Four, Thank you Ma'am
That was too fast I can't absorb
AAAAHHHH … … Five, Thank
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH … Six, Thank you
NO NO NO
AAAAAAARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH … … … … … … Seven, Thank you Ma'am
Oh I hate it when it's fast like that, it just builds too fast you can't absorb it …
that's better it's starting to fade, to warm
MMMmmmh … Eight, Thank you Ma'am
Bit soft, that stroke. Light strokes after some heavy ones just don't get through to you.
Mmmmm … Nine, Thank you Ma'amAnd of course now he's floating in subspace, lol...
I hope she puts a bit more behind the next few. I wonder which cane she's using ? That new one looked vicious, I'm sure this isn't that one. But then you can't tell whether it will be until you get a few strokes
Aaaaah … … Ten, Thank you Ma'am
I should probably install the new Ubuntu when I get back to work. I think it's stable enough and I don't have anything urg
AAAAAhhhh … … … Eleven, Th
AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhh … … Twelv
AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhnnnnn … … Thirte
AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhHHHHHHH … Fourte
AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhnnnnnnn … Fifteen
NNNNNNnnnnnnnnnggggggggg … … … … … Sixteen, Thank you Ma'am!!
Relax, go with it, don't let it
Nnnn … Seventeen, Thank you Ma'am
That's it, just float
Eighteen, Thank you Ma'am
Nineteen, Thank you Ma'am
Twenty, Thank you Ma'am
Then it was my turn. This is what I wrote re being the person doing the striking:
First there is the anticipation ... the memory of past scenes … the possibility of plans, perhaps negotiations with friends ... the day dreams that burn with desire...The last presentation was Daddy_K who did a short flogging scene with MacTheKnife. I love watching her work, she enjoys herself so much. Her face simply glows with delight. As she flogged c with a variety of implements she told us the things that made impact play work for her : the smell of leather, of sweat on the body of the sub, the importance of touch (soft and sensuous and hard as nails as she brings her hands down flat on MacTheKnife's back), and that feeling of rightness that I know so well, when you land the perfect strike, when the flogger tails fall just so.
Then there is the planning of the scene ... the choice of implements (shall I use leather today? And if so shall I use the soft caressing leather tails of my suede flogger or the hard black shiny leather of my strop or the vicious bite of my rawhide cane? Wonderful how one medium has so many textures...). Then the preparation of the chosen implements and their presentation within the play space (lined up just so, in the order I plan to use them .. or not ... perhaps I don't want them to be seen, perhaps they will remain hidden... choices choices...)
Next there is the moment of restraint ... the last rope knotted or carabinar clicked into place … he is going nowhere and he knows it ... I know the effect this has on him and equally my own stomach clenches in desire and again the thrill of anticipation ... and (perhaps) I may work on that, extending the moment before I begin, running my hands over smooth naked flesh, listening to quickened breathing ... (perhaps) I may use a blindfold on him, to focus him ... to conceal my own movements … to increase the sensation of touch ... I may prowl around his restrained form silently on bare feet, perhaps a light fingertip touch on the chest, a finger nail scrapped across a nipple, sharp teeth raked over vulnerable genitals...
Then there is the moment I lift up the first implement ... the flash through my mind of the decisions that have been made, the way the scene will go … I am up on the balls of my feet with anticipation, but still I take a moment to centre myself, aware of the familiar implement - or perhaps two, in my hands ... the way it's handle grips, the way it falls ... the way my body moves into a certain position having chosen it's target, ready ... ready... waiting...
Then there is the moment of the first strike ... the swing of the implement, whether flogger or cane or whatever … the way the weight of my own body shifts, the way I shift into a totally focused visual and oral world … the sound this particular implement makes in the air ... then the gut / desire wrenching sound it makes as it impacts on bare flesh ... the sound he makes (for that first strike there is a special sound) ... the sound of the implement pulling away from skin ... each sound so different, so unique...
And then there are the visuals – like the moment the first mark appears on the skin ... the exquisite double line of a cane strike or PVC tubing strike or the knotted marks from plaited leather ...
For a while after this there are the many moments that all run together in my mind like bright colors in a child's painting - of later strikes ... fast movements that quickly pattern his skin, juxtaposed with long still moments when I extend the strike ... mixing thuddy pain with sharp stingy pain as I change implements … perhaps if I'm using a cane I might rest the implement against the skin for a moment before lifting to delay the second wave of pain ...
There is the joy of watching further marks appear, of running my fingers and tongue over raised welts, dragging the implement over bruised skin, the dark passion of first blood … there is the amusement of a count (“no we have not has 78 strokes!”) gone wrong, providing "permission" to “punish”, layering sensation - torturing nipples, or adding clover clamps to his genitals - to further focus him …
Above all, there is the pleasure of a perfect strike ... and the delight in the different sounds he makes, from the silence of a bowed head to cries beyond description when he flies ...
Finally there is the moment of ending ... I become aware of the sweat on my body, wetness between my thighs, the metallic taste in my mouth that signifies the end of the scene is near … then there is the moment of the release and the reward (perhaps) ... ... the moment I re-cage my own beast, allowing me my own reward, a final tangle of spent bodies on red sheets, a pile of used impact play toys beside us...
Last of all there is the memory ... then again comes the anticipation...
Afterwards I asked Daddy_K whether she might like to borrow the birthday boy for a flogging. "It's an almost virgin surface", I told her, "I've done a little flogging but I'm no expert ... he's also experienced a single tail twice (here and here)". "If I remember rightly he's got a high pain threshold" she mused. "Oh yes", said Ms160, by which - one dominant to another - I was confirming that Daddy_K could have some fun...
The final event for the night was a very erotic knife scene. Some lovely marks, with blood drawn. Apparently the sub had written in her blog that she was unsure that the intensity and fear of a knife play scene could be maintained if one had an ongoing relationship with the dominant - the trust that develops would cut the fear. The dominant disagreed in a response on his own blog. The sub was delighted to admit after tonight's scene that she was wrong!
Then it was time to tie sol to our hosts' St Andrew's Cross:
He could have just held on to it but sol flies further when restrained and I knew playing with Daddy_K was a great opportunity for him to fly.
Daddy_K ran her hands over sol's back ... she was doing practical things like taking note of his musculature and checking the surface of his skin for wounds, but it's also a very sensuous way to begin a flogging.
I love how Daddy_K uses her hands. I've seen some dominants do a flogging and never touch a sub. But with Daddy_K ... well it's funny ... I would have told you I took lots of photos of the scene but I don't have a single photo of her actually flogging sol (which she did perfectly, that's the only word to describe it). Instead, every photo shows her touching his back - in many different ways - between the strokes. Which sums up her technique and her delight in interacting with the canvas of the art work she is creating. And she really is an artist.
You can see below where she is touching sol with a flat hand, her palm enjoying the heat and the sheen of sweat, during the scene:
Here she is using her finger tips:
Now she is digging in clawed steel like fingers:
In the final photo below she is slapping her open palms down hard on the upper part of sol's back, where the flogging was mostly focused.
Daddy_K also had toys that covered her hands - soft plush gloves and - at the other extreme - the best pair of vampire gloves I have ever encountered. The palms and fingers were completely covered with spikes. Even the softest pressure left sharp dots on the skin. MacTheKnife told me the next day he still had marks from Daddy_K's vampire gloves!
Look at her face in these photos, readers. I swear to God, Daddy_K was having such a good time, it was like I'd let a gleeful fiendish pixie loose on my boy:
I think everyone was amused by sol's noises during the scene, as they perfectly matched his earlier monologue. For which we won the evening's best presentation prize incidentally, as our hosts said they had never had anyone present both sides of a scene before :).
The prize was very appropriate for the evening, a really useful rubber impact implement:
A big thank you to our hosts for that!
All too soon it was time to take sol down and wrap him in a blanket, while he returned to earth. Here are sol's final marks:
Daddy_K was very pleased that the center of sol's spine was white and untouched. That's a type of accuracy I don't possess, but I'll certainly keep practicing. Thank you so much Daddy_K!
Sol's subtle pink angel's wings made a perfect start to his birthday - it was now 1am on the actual day. But the day had only just begun and I had other major plans...
To be continued...
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