In the Pink

The idea had been tossed out over a seemingly innocent lunch date between two gal pals. The meat was charred but innocent, the salad was green and inocent, and the conversation was... decidedly blue.

(Heh. This is what girls do. It's not just about boys and make-up... it's about spanking and flogging and anal sex. Even first thing in the morning. Well, that and shoes. )

So out it floated, from nowhere, although when it hit, it felt like the most natural idea in the world. I should join them in a session, her and her sub.

Cool.

I am the first to admit that I embrace my switchiness with ardour. I love submitting -- to the right Dom, of course -- but I know there's more in me. The urge to take the reins -- that go so nicely with the crop, heh -- exists and is becoming stronger by the moment.

Call me strange -- it wouldn't be the first time -- but my Domme experiences until now had no included excessive infliction of pain -- to the extent that I'd not spanked before, and this was the first time I'd ever held a crop in my hands, let alone used it.

The inherent feeling of power is arousing, to say the least. I was overwhelmed by a double-whammy of power-rush and responsibility that took me up, and then dropped me back down almost instantaneously.

Slightly nervous at first, I leaned over the prostrate figure on the bed. My pal -- D -- stroked his forehead, and kissed him, but said nothing, so I felt it incumbent upon me to announce that I was here. Fearing that I might spoil the mood by speaking, I stroked his leg, behind his knee and up his thigh -- but elicited no reaction. Since my knowledge of his likes and dislikes was perfunctory, especially compared to D, I felt it best to let him know where I stood on the Domme thing before getting stuck in, as it were, so i jiggled his little toe to get his attention.

"Hi, it's me... just wanted to check you're OK, yes? And please, just for me, since I'm not as familiar with you as D, feel free to let me know if you're experiencing any discomfort, or something gets to be too much for you."

Hastily I exchanged a glance with D, who with an expertly raised eyebrow acknowledged that I was OK for saying this. It's odd, being part of a session with two other people familair with each other. Of all the threesomes I've experienced, and there have been a few, BDSM and vanilla, I've never been the "outsider" before. It was quite refreshing, but a bit nerve-wracking.

I think D sensed this, because she took the lead, and started to demonstrate what made the doggie tick. That's his name, "the doggie". Cute, huh?

"Look," she said, holding his balls up and away from the base of his cock, and slapping them lightly. "He loves this."

Each slap was followed by an affectionate stroke. She and I took turns, and then she left me to continue, with a little improvised CBT exercises while she busied herself by removing from a seemingly bottomless handbag what the Big Bad Cat is wont to call "weapons of mass destruction". You might be more familiar with calling them "hair clips" . She then proceeded to kiss, lick and bite at his nipples, also attaching some/all of the aforementioned WMD, resulting in cries of intial ecstasy, and then plaintive moans of "too much! too much!"

Well, they don't call them weapons of mass destruction for nothing.

Then the crop made its first appearance. Holy mother of pearl, this was a beautiful instrument. Le slurp. It was my first time handling something of such length, and beauty -- that hadn't come originally from IKEA. (Sorry, BBC xxx -- I jest.) Tentatively I swiped at him at first, and the doggie -- god bless him -- allowed me to practice on him with nary a complaint. There followed some spanking -- with D and I comparing techniques of alternate thuddiness and sting.

The doggie just lay there, whimpering occasionally, moaning and once in a while crying out in ecstasy. He was clearly enjoying himself, a fact I verified with him once the session was over and we were all sitting around the kitchen table, enjoying a cup of coffee and a cookie.

It was a learning curve -- for sure. But a fun one -- and I can't wait until next time. The best part of all of it was how lovely it was being with them both, and watching them interact.

Love and BDSM -- קשור באהבה if you like. 😄