Ok. I cried. And it was good.

[autumnluv143]

Saturday night was the RSVP annual Halloween Auction. I enjoyed myself much much muchly. I got to see people I haven't seen in a long time, saw some really awesome costumes (ROAR!!), got my skirted ripped (happily roughly, I might add), had my nipples attacked (Twice!!) and had my both my shoulders bitten (one twice too!!). Then there was the beatings. That saying "Beatings will continue until morale improves" keeps playing through my mind. I had a full range of emotions. I had fun at first, playing coy and the like, got up on the cross, was attached securely while he began to play me. At first it was good, thuddy stuff that made me get into mode. Then he made me squeal. Then he made me call him deranged (I can't remember the stupid alligator's name). He made me tell him his name "Sancho!" and count to 10 in spanish because...well...he is Sancho! 

The 10 whacks in spanish is when the tears started to show up. I didn't hold out, but rather concentrated on them, letting them flow and welcoming them. I needed those worse than I needed anything else. After putting a clothespin zipper on my breasts (the nipples hurt way too badly) and me screaming, he attempted to put one on my ass. Well, my ass might be huge and parts of it may have a good bit of fat, but other than that, it's solid muscle baby. I have an ass of steel. I always have. Paddles hurt like a bitch, but when my ass is tensed up, they make a hell of a noise on it. I broke many a wooden spoon growing up. I'm telling you, ass of steel. Well the tensing of my ass making the clothespins fall off in his few attempts to attach the zipper to it made me giggle. So he tried to smack the giggle out of me and that made me giggle more. Have you ever had one of those incredible laughing fits where no matter how bad something sucks or hurts you can't stop laughing? That was the case here. He whacked me with the same paddle that had made me cry 10 minutes before and I laughed my ass off at it. What made it even funnier is the comment "Oh, I'm gonna have to break out the Jared swing." So he takes a step or two back and walks into the swing, doubling it's force. Funnier still. Then I looked back at him when he did it (which I do not do...) and laughed harder because he was all the way across the room and running at me with it. Oi. It was breath play at that point because I was laughing so hard. Well eventually the pain won and I started to very much not laugh. I was crying again. And again, I let it flow. 

So I growled, I cried, I laughed, I had a little breath play done (awesome, btw...thank you) and I cried some more. He was so good. He even asked me towards the end while I was crying if I wanted him to stop and I told him I was almost there. So he kept going until I was done. My ass is pretty and pink with nice marks and bruises all over it. My shoulder has a bruise where two different people bit me in the same exact spot. My arms hurt both from straining and thrashing on the cross and from where he pressed on my pressure points to get me to kneel. 

Oh! And I almost forgot! The violet wand (always a favorite) did not dissapoint! From happy tinglies to gasping little jolts of electricity through the metal passing over my body....<sighs> it was quite happy. 

The next morning was interesting. Some of us were sitting around just talking as we were getting ready to leave and there was an impromptu opportunity for me to show my sadist. Someone got their ass beat by me and two other people. The funniest comment there? "Aaahhhhh! Fuck! The bottoms are the ones who really know how to dish out the pain!" Well? That's what she gets for exposing her legs so that I could. Next time where jeans or long underwear and I won't attack those sensitive thighs and calves. Ok, so verbally abusing her into laying still and accepting it was quite fun too. Hehe. 

Anyway, la la la...back to work.

Comments

[deb2some.livejournal.com]

sheesh..and here i am sitting her exchanging emails with you and then reading this and i cry! holy crap batgirl!

[inconstantchaos.livejournal.com]

-I'm telling you, ass of steel.-

Sounds like such a marvelous potential canvas.

That word in the proper context gives rise to mental visuals with a near Pavlovian effect on me.

But you know that already.

You do paint such a nice picture of it.
Glad you had fun! :)

[black-razor.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Tell me again, those stick things? did they hurt? *evil grin*

[autumnluv.livejournal.com]

Did you notice how I didn't even mention them? Bastard. *evil glare*

[black-razor.livejournal.com]

*feigning innocence* Whaaaaat?

[beaten-grace.livejournal.com]

Have you ever had one of those incredible laughing fits where no matter how bad something sucks or hurts you can't stop laughing?

That's how I react to caning a lot. I just get... hysterical, but it's sooooooooo good. Just plain cathartic.

I'm glad you had a chance to get that release. Are you going to the demo next Saturday?

[kjaereste.livejournal.com]

I hate missing all of the fun.
So happy you had such a great time! It was a good catharsis.