"Thank you Sir, I'll see you tonight."
His first one-on-one session with Sir Luke had been deep and difficult, although competently managed, with sufficient aftercare and open communication. Usually after a BDSM session like that, Matt would either never see the guy again, or weeks would go by before another intense session. Because people have jobs, and lives, and sometimes other partners, and hobbies, and everybody needs to sleep, etc. Sure, some people live the BDSM lifestyle 24*7, but that was never Matt, not even after he found Alex.
He went upstairs, showered, dressed, and then reported to his podcast studio to do some work and make some calls. But his butt had been well beaten, it was difficult to ignore the swelling, the bruising, the pain. And he was going back for more abuse tonight? Matt's really not sure about this twice/day schedule, but he's willing to take this one session at a time -- knowing that his safe word will be respected, knowing that Alex is keeping an eye on things and Tate took part in configuring Sir Luke's parameters and plans.
Tate sent a few short text messages during the day but sounded very busy. So he'll regularly be away at least 4 days per week, often in a solid block. And Sir Luke is to be a sort of alter ego for Tate. Matt's not sure about this either, but, again ... let's take it one day at a time.
Alex joined him for dinner. Matt discussed with Alex an invitation he'd received from an old friend to attend an upcoming concert. Alex mentioned an upcoming trip to see his own family. Calm discussions, everyday topics. Although global politics and financial markets were still gyrating hard after the nuking of Vancouver and the unbelievable explanations given by the British and Canadian governments. There were worldwide demonstrations in favor of nuclear disarmament. People worried whether their own cities might be targeted if their scientists worked on dangerous-sounding experiments. Credit markets were freezing up. "Safe" assets were soaring in value. Matt's podcast series was trending.
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Then Matt showered & cleaned out again, not feeling ready for this, but identifying as a submissive sometimes means showing up when you don't feel ready.
Lots of life is about showing up even when you don't feel ready. Responsibly fulfilling your assigned and chosen roles.
Sir Luke seemed not to have changed at all since this morning, as Matt entered the dungeon. "Welcome back, boy, I'm glad to see you. How are you?"
Matt briefly thought about whether he's supposed to make eye contact with his Sir, or look down instead, then decided to look down as he replied, "I'm fine, Sir, how are you?"
"Everything is going as planned so far, boy. Turn around for me ... Your beaten ass looks beautiful, I wish Sir Tate were here to feel it with his hands. We're going to focus on different parts of you tonight. Step over here and lift your hands over your head."
No blindfold yet, thought Matt as he did what he was told.
But two velcro shackles were hanging from the ceiling, and Sir Luke placed them around Matt's forearms. He then used a remote to raise the shackles a bit toward the ceiling, until Matt was standing on his toes. Luke then walked over to retrieve a flogger. OK, Matt had been flogged before, he understood what was coming.
"Boy, you aren't blindfolded, you aren't gagged. You can make as much noise as you want. If you need a safe word tonight, that word is 'Alex'."
"Yes, Sir."
Flogging can certainly target the butt, but it can also target the back, thighs, calves, and chest. Luke teased Matt's tender ass with the flogger, but then moved to the area of the back below the shoulder blades, hitting Matt with thudding thwaps that didn't hurt at first. Then to the thighs, then around to the chest -- warmup strokes, waking up various parts of the body, getting Matt's blood flowing.
But as the flogging continued, especially as Luke's force slowly increased, Matt felt the intensity like a building wave of weighty pressure, and the pressure also slowly became sharper, a combination of heavy thuds and little digs.
It's not as bad as the spanking, it's more spread out, more sensual, it's not going to leave him black and blue, but he can tell he'll have red marks on these parts of his body. Tomorrow he'll be quite a sight in the mirror. If he were showering at a gym tomorrow, people would either know, or would wonder, what had happened to his body the day before.
No need for the safe word, though. After a thorough flogging of reasonable length, Luke stopped and lowered the shackles; Matt was standing steadily on both feet, and was then freed.
"OK, boy, that's enough. Now we go upstairs to bed."
"Thank you, Sir." Matt was rubbing his forearms, also trying to walk around slowly in a way that exaggeratedly moved his feet, to wake them from the several minutes of tiptoe standing.
"It won't always be a full-scale storm like this morning, boy -- the intensity will vary, the sites on your body will vary, the types of abuse will vary. Sometimes instead of abuse you will serve me and maybe others as well."
"Yes, Sir, I appreciate your creativity, Sir." But still, days more of this ahead, and then days more. Many a wannabe boy wishes for a live-in Sir who would focus 100% on BDSM and aftercare, but Matt is realizing today how heavily this cross will lay across his body and his life. He was mostly quiet as he massaged Sir Luke's feet in bed and slowly fell into sleep
He went upstairs, showered, dressed, and then reported to his podcast studio to do some work and make some calls. But his butt had been well beaten, it was difficult to ignore the swelling, the bruising, the pain. And he was going back for more abuse tonight? Matt's really not sure about this twice/day schedule, but he's willing to take this one session at a time -- knowing that his safe word will be respected, knowing that Alex is keeping an eye on things and Tate took part in configuring Sir Luke's parameters and plans.
Tate sent a few short text messages during the day but sounded very busy. So he'll regularly be away at least 4 days per week, often in a solid block. And Sir Luke is to be a sort of alter ego for Tate. Matt's not sure about this either, but, again ... let's take it one day at a time.
Alex joined him for dinner. Matt discussed with Alex an invitation he'd received from an old friend to attend an upcoming concert. Alex mentioned an upcoming trip to see his own family. Calm discussions, everyday topics. Although global politics and financial markets were still gyrating hard after the nuking of Vancouver and the unbelievable explanations given by the British and Canadian governments. There were worldwide demonstrations in favor of nuclear disarmament. People worried whether their own cities might be targeted if their scientists worked on dangerous-sounding experiments. Credit markets were freezing up. "Safe" assets were soaring in value. Matt's podcast series was trending.
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Then Matt showered & cleaned out again, not feeling ready for this, but identifying as a submissive sometimes means showing up when you don't feel ready.
Lots of life is about showing up even when you don't feel ready. Responsibly fulfilling your assigned and chosen roles.
Sir Luke seemed not to have changed at all since this morning, as Matt entered the dungeon. "Welcome back, boy, I'm glad to see you. How are you?"
Matt briefly thought about whether he's supposed to make eye contact with his Sir, or look down instead, then decided to look down as he replied, "I'm fine, Sir, how are you?"
"Everything is going as planned so far, boy. Turn around for me ... Your beaten ass looks beautiful, I wish Sir Tate were here to feel it with his hands. We're going to focus on different parts of you tonight. Step over here and lift your hands over your head."
No blindfold yet, thought Matt as he did what he was told.
But two velcro shackles were hanging from the ceiling, and Sir Luke placed them around Matt's forearms. He then used a remote to raise the shackles a bit toward the ceiling, until Matt was standing on his toes. Luke then walked over to retrieve a flogger. OK, Matt had been flogged before, he understood what was coming.
"Boy, you aren't blindfolded, you aren't gagged. You can make as much noise as you want. If you need a safe word tonight, that word is 'Alex'."
"Yes, Sir."
Flogging can certainly target the butt, but it can also target the back, thighs, calves, and chest. Luke teased Matt's tender ass with the flogger, but then moved to the area of the back below the shoulder blades, hitting Matt with thudding thwaps that didn't hurt at first. Then to the thighs, then around to the chest -- warmup strokes, waking up various parts of the body, getting Matt's blood flowing.
But as the flogging continued, especially as Luke's force slowly increased, Matt felt the intensity like a building wave of weighty pressure, and the pressure also slowly became sharper, a combination of heavy thuds and little digs.
It's not as bad as the spanking, it's more spread out, more sensual, it's not going to leave him black and blue, but he can tell he'll have red marks on these parts of his body. Tomorrow he'll be quite a sight in the mirror. If he were showering at a gym tomorrow, people would either know, or would wonder, what had happened to his body the day before.
No need for the safe word, though. After a thorough flogging of reasonable length, Luke stopped and lowered the shackles; Matt was standing steadily on both feet, and was then freed.
"OK, boy, that's enough. Now we go upstairs to bed."
"Thank you, Sir." Matt was rubbing his forearms, also trying to walk around slowly in a way that exaggeratedly moved his feet, to wake them from the several minutes of tiptoe standing.
"It won't always be a full-scale storm like this morning, boy -- the intensity will vary, the sites on your body will vary, the types of abuse will vary. Sometimes instead of abuse you will serve me and maybe others as well."
"Yes, Sir, I appreciate your creativity, Sir." But still, days more of this ahead, and then days more. Many a wannabe boy wishes for a live-in Sir who would focus 100% on BDSM and aftercare, but Matt is realizing today how heavily this cross will lay across his body and his life. He was mostly quiet as he massaged Sir Luke's feet in bed and slowly fell into sleep