המתת השור

part one : riding a tiger
פורסם לפני 6 שנים ב - 20 בספטמבר, 2006 בשעה 02:39
Yesterday night, I had my second memorable bdsm interraction with a master from the TLVV area....yes ...now, it comes more natural to me to call my partner a Master

The main point though being that he sounded like an experience master, one practicly born with it, a natural.
I know what happens generally with these males... they are not sure of what will do with this woman presenting child like sometimes characteristics....i ended up on his floor.
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it was my first with but plug, mouth restraint, servicing a little and brutal sex. The mise en bouche was not from the outright, in the cafe we met but when I enterred his territory. As I ment to sit myself comfortably on his coach, he set me on a plastic cone, barely large enough for half of my buttocks and trying to find my equilibrium on it. It was in fact an exercise in bellitling me right from the beginning, as i was obliged to gather myself within myself and reducing together with arms and legs the space that i finally had to take in the room. i was immediatly set to be this shrinking presence but as well like a spread of energy having to reduce into a space too small and be content with its narrow and pressuring resuls.... that would be anyway probably the two main sentations evident through this bdsm session.


the first test of his "brutality" or rather a manifestation of his strict keeping an eye on me was when he kicked within the plastic cone i was attempting to sit and had "cheated" a little (according to his version) by bending a little forward. In a flash, he kicked it down and i found myself on the floor, looking at the face of a rather composed man turning into a hard facies. My hands touched the floor, my legs open with a still controled feeling within me. as I was cleaning my hands from the dust, evidently expressing a quiet criticism about the cleaniness of the place, he understood the hint right away and said : " it you do it again, you will be punished"!

was still full clothed, full shoesed....soon enough came the order to undress....in front of him, staring him in the eye. This, was of course not unexpected, as it is a regular ceremony in these kinds of encounters ...but it is always a moment fill with stillness, timidity and gradual but swift uncovering towards nudity. He was staring at me and saying :" you are not shy" as i was realising that the main concern with Masters in the soul is often not the model like canon style model but the woman with her flaws giving up that first and foremost defence line. That rendered her sexy...not the golden harmony or not of her body. there lays the different values between bdsm and vanilla...her breasts are what they are, her hips are what they are, her cunt is what it is, the essential being that exposed them to Him and could not, in anyway, conceal a thing from Him anymore. I felt there, with my marks on the forehands and my breast (the little testimonies of a katyusha),