Courtesy of Leather Femdom via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress (no longer active)
After a whole afternoon of hinting at her desire for some play, it was not a surprise later that evening when Goddess Selena sent me to lie down in our bed and wait for her. It wasn’t long before she sat on my chest to pin me down, buckled a blindfold to take away my sight, locked handcuffs around my wrists, and fastened the chain of the handcuffs to the headboard of the bed. Restrained and vulnerable… that’s how she wanted me. I immediately felt her dominant glee and satisfaction come over me as the tension of the power exchange rose steadily.
Teasing me not to go anywhere, Goddess Selena went off on the first of what would be several trips over the course of the evening to find goodies that would serve her dominant purposes. Within two or three minutes, she returned and sat on me again, this time closer to my hips. She gave her own hips a shake, either to tease me, to remind me of how I was in her control, or to signify her excitement.
I heard the sound of the lighter being clicked several times, and then the first drop of wax landed on my chest. My startled moment was her moment of glee as she felt my chest rise and my hips rub under her. She moved the candle over different areas of my upper body, getting reactions of different intensities depending on where the drops landed. The wax was actually quite hot, and the heat impacted sharply. She seemed to enjoy my squirming, although I was limited in my movements, my hands bound overhead and her bodyweight keeping me down.
Courtesy of Gynarchy via The Heart's Dark Desires
Drifting further into subspace, I barely noticed when Goddess Selena reached over, and released the tie between the handcuffs and the headboard. As she moved off my hips, she ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. She began with a flurry of little taps from the rattan cane. As soon as she told me to keep count aloud however, the strokes came in much harder and stingier. I had barely reached ten when she switched to the much heavier purple lexan cane. I had difficulty staying in place for the next ten as Goddess Selena didn’t let up despite the more severe striking implement. Despite her evident radiant enjoyment of the caning and my reactions to her ministrations, she decided then that it was time to switch things up again.
Part 2 in a few days: markings, hogtie, clothespins, subspace kissing, and more.
Courtesy of The Heart's Dark Desires
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We’ve been a social media hiatus, as you have likely noticed. Please accept our apologies if you’ve left comments or reached out to us. I’ll try to catch up over the next few weeks. I’ll also try to clean-up the links.
A big thanks to Ferns for the warm feeling she gave Goddess Selena and me recently. In a short exchange of tweets a few days ago, she mentioned that we had been “super quiet all over the place.” We’re sad that it has been indeed the case. But it’s feels nice that someone noticed.
Goddess Selena had left the handcuffs on overnight, and while she was still sleeping, I wrote most of this post, and began my morning activities, with my wrists still bound. I was quickly reminded how awkward typing is in handcuffs, and how dangerous simple activities like pouring cereal, and having breakfast, become. And yet, it brought back some of the D/s tension from the evening before, if only by proxy.