OMG part II
Sorry this took so long to get up here.
I had red scratch marks and slap marks all over my back, chest and thighs. My endorphin levels were just starting to rise and I was slowly starting to slip into a mild "subspace", (No, I won’t explain, do some frelling research.) and, at that point, I was ready for more. I was told to follow Evil Bastard upstairs to one of the rooms (Yes, the dungeon had multiple rooms… and an upstairs; two things I had never experienced in a dungeon until now.) I did as I was told and found myself in a room with two St. Andrew’s crosses (they’re big X’s, okay?).
Now, downstairs, I had a pretty decent warm-up and was ready for a lot more heavier play. However, Puddles hadn’t been warmed up at all. The problem with topping two subs is that, while you’re warming one up on the cross, the other is somewhere else, cooling down. About six months ago, we found a solution to this problem entitled "Two backs, no waiting." It starts off with my hands being bound to the cross. (Yes, I need them bound, otherwise I would collapse waaaaay to early in the scene.) Puddles then sidles up next to me and grabs on to where ever she can get a hand hold. The top behind us now has four feet of back in which to wail on. (We’re talkin’ side of a barn here.) In this position, Evil Bastard can get Puddles warmed up and keep me flying high all at the same time. (Doesn’t that sound like an infomercial?) Evil Bastard warmed us up with some nice thuddy floggers. While I was driven further into subspace, Puddles was brought to several climaxes just by being flogged.
With the endorphins flying between us, Puddles and I started breaking out the wise-ass comments. The flogger got so loud at times that we joked about bringing ear plugs next time. At one point, Evil Bastard was hitting my back two times, then Puddles’s back two times, then my back again. The rhythm was so perfect that Puddles leaned over and asked "is there a metronome in here?" I immediately started giggling at the joke, which got me "in trouble" with Evil Bastard and enticed him to hit me harder. Once I started giggling, I knew I was a goner. Giggles soon turned to laughter (My pet scene name is "Giggles when hit." Can you guess how I got it?) and the endorphin rush started to reach it’s peak. Once that happened, Evil Bastard switched to a slapper, which gives more of a stingy feeling rather than a thuddy feeling. But my back was thoroughly numb to any sharp pain. Puddles, not wanting to tire too quickly, took this opportunity to let herself down from the cross. She asked if I wanted a quick massage before Evil Bastard started in with the slapper. As soon as I said yes, she landed a series of blows with the heels of her hand on my back. (To give you an idea of what that felt like, imagine someone rolling a rolling pin over your back the morning after a really strenuous work out.) I yelped in both pain and surprise at the sensation she was giving me. (I was later told that Evil Bastard cringed inwardly at seeing this treatment.)
Before I had time to recover, Evil Bastard started in with the slapper, giving my back a good once-over. He soon migrated south, toward my ass. Now, my butt wasn’t nearly as warmed up as my back was, so it couldn’t take as much abuse as my back could. Plus, I’m not a big fan of stingy sensation. Both Evil Bastard and Puddles got a kick out of seeing me tense in anticipation before getting hit (the lighting cast shadows and allowed me to anticipate any incoming hits) and try to jump and climb the cross after the hit. Several powerful blows in quick succession soon told me that I did indeed have a pain threshold and that Evil Bastard was *really* close to it. Evil Bastard realized this as well when he saw my reaction change from a stifled grunt to almost a scream. To my relief, the scene ended soon after that.
Puddles took down one arm, and Evil Bastard the other and they both kept me from lowering them right away. After a quick massage to get the blood back into my arms, I was allowed to lower them. I turned around and saw that a mat with a towel had been laid out and this became my target destination. Once down, I ceased processing anything else going on in the room. I knew Evil Bastard and Puddles were cleaning up the previous station, prepping for their scene on another station and answering questions put to them by the newbie (yup, he watched it all), but I was too out of it to care.
I started letting my mind wander free and soon felt the beginnings of a wave of emotion. It slowly filled me and I started sobbing; lightly at first, then gradually getting heavier and heavier until my whole body was racked and my face became wet with tears. Immediately I felt hands on my arms and back, touching me soothingly. This caused an even greater rush and I started sobbing louder. Then something clicked and I started laughing (which was not too different from the sobbing). It felt as if the tick of every second was causing me to go from laughing to crying and back again. To the newbie, I looked as if I was skating on the edge of my sanity, which is why Puddles’s comment of "He’s fine, this is good… it’s what we want." started me laughing again.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched Puddles and Evil Bastard’s scene unfold… but I won’t describe it since it’s not my place.
Afterwards, we retired to the social area and chatted about various things. This gave all of us time to come down and become aware enough to drive home. The cool thing about this place being so close to my house is that, afterwards, I don’t have to worry about navigating a treacherous road (like Hwy. 17). Thirty minutes later I was safe at home and amped to the gills. It was definitely a cool experience.
I had red scratch marks and slap marks all over my back, chest and thighs. My endorphin levels were just starting to rise and I was slowly starting to slip into a mild "subspace", (No, I won’t explain, do some frelling research.) and, at that point, I was ready for more. I was told to follow Evil Bastard upstairs to one of the rooms (Yes, the dungeon had multiple rooms… and an upstairs; two things I had never experienced in a dungeon until now.) I did as I was told and found myself in a room with two St. Andrew’s crosses (they’re big X’s, okay?).
Now, downstairs, I had a pretty decent warm-up and was ready for a lot more heavier play. However, Puddles hadn’t been warmed up at all. The problem with topping two subs is that, while you’re warming one up on the cross, the other is somewhere else, cooling down. About six months ago, we found a solution to this problem entitled "Two backs, no waiting." It starts off with my hands being bound to the cross. (Yes, I need them bound, otherwise I would collapse waaaaay to early in the scene.) Puddles then sidles up next to me and grabs on to where ever she can get a hand hold. The top behind us now has four feet of back in which to wail on. (We’re talkin’ side of a barn here.) In this position, Evil Bastard can get Puddles warmed up and keep me flying high all at the same time. (Doesn’t that sound like an infomercial?) Evil Bastard warmed us up with some nice thuddy floggers. While I was driven further into subspace, Puddles was brought to several climaxes just by being flogged.
With the endorphins flying between us, Puddles and I started breaking out the wise-ass comments. The flogger got so loud at times that we joked about bringing ear plugs next time. At one point, Evil Bastard was hitting my back two times, then Puddles’s back two times, then my back again. The rhythm was so perfect that Puddles leaned over and asked "is there a metronome in here?" I immediately started giggling at the joke, which got me "in trouble" with Evil Bastard and enticed him to hit me harder. Once I started giggling, I knew I was a goner. Giggles soon turned to laughter (My pet scene name is "Giggles when hit." Can you guess how I got it?) and the endorphin rush started to reach it’s peak. Once that happened, Evil Bastard switched to a slapper, which gives more of a stingy feeling rather than a thuddy feeling. But my back was thoroughly numb to any sharp pain. Puddles, not wanting to tire too quickly, took this opportunity to let herself down from the cross. She asked if I wanted a quick massage before Evil Bastard started in with the slapper. As soon as I said yes, she landed a series of blows with the heels of her hand on my back. (To give you an idea of what that felt like, imagine someone rolling a rolling pin over your back the morning after a really strenuous work out.) I yelped in both pain and surprise at the sensation she was giving me. (I was later told that Evil Bastard cringed inwardly at seeing this treatment.)
Before I had time to recover, Evil Bastard started in with the slapper, giving my back a good once-over. He soon migrated south, toward my ass. Now, my butt wasn’t nearly as warmed up as my back was, so it couldn’t take as much abuse as my back could. Plus, I’m not a big fan of stingy sensation. Both Evil Bastard and Puddles got a kick out of seeing me tense in anticipation before getting hit (the lighting cast shadows and allowed me to anticipate any incoming hits) and try to jump and climb the cross after the hit. Several powerful blows in quick succession soon told me that I did indeed have a pain threshold and that Evil Bastard was *really* close to it. Evil Bastard realized this as well when he saw my reaction change from a stifled grunt to almost a scream. To my relief, the scene ended soon after that.
Puddles took down one arm, and Evil Bastard the other and they both kept me from lowering them right away. After a quick massage to get the blood back into my arms, I was allowed to lower them. I turned around and saw that a mat with a towel had been laid out and this became my target destination. Once down, I ceased processing anything else going on in the room. I knew Evil Bastard and Puddles were cleaning up the previous station, prepping for their scene on another station and answering questions put to them by the newbie (yup, he watched it all), but I was too out of it to care.
I started letting my mind wander free and soon felt the beginnings of a wave of emotion. It slowly filled me and I started sobbing; lightly at first, then gradually getting heavier and heavier until my whole body was racked and my face became wet with tears. Immediately I felt hands on my arms and back, touching me soothingly. This caused an even greater rush and I started sobbing louder. Then something clicked and I started laughing (which was not too different from the sobbing). It felt as if the tick of every second was causing me to go from laughing to crying and back again. To the newbie, I looked as if I was skating on the edge of my sanity, which is why Puddles’s comment of "He’s fine, this is good… it’s what we want." started me laughing again.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched Puddles and Evil Bastard’s scene unfold… but I won’t describe it since it’s not my place.
Afterwards, we retired to the social area and chatted about various things. This gave all of us time to come down and become aware enough to drive home. The cool thing about this place being so close to my house is that, afterwards, I don’t have to worry about navigating a treacherous road (like Hwy. 17). Thirty minutes later I was safe at home and amped to the gills. It was definitely a cool experience.