Intense anyone?

This past weekend we went to a social and then had some friends come over afterward. It was a lot of fun. I got to play with a violet wand a little on our Domme friend's boy. Man, that thing bit me almost as much as it did him! Then they stood me up and put clothespins all over me. That didn't turn out so well, though. Sir put a clothespin on my clit and for some reason I couldn't deal. I started hyperventilating and almost passed out. I've come to realize that my aversion to using a safeword is fairly stupid. All I had to do was say, "You know, that one is not gonna make it. If you want me to stay vertical...you should probably take that off." Oh well, there's always next time.

Anyway, after nearly passing out, we took a little break and then they tied me to the futon. Ankles, knees, wrists and neck. The neck thing was kind of interesting...never tried that before. Then Sir proceeded to torture me...but in a good way. :) He basically got out all my favorite toys and, after teasing me for a little while, made me cum over and over again. God, I love that. Soooo much fun. Oh and he decided to fig me, too. NEVER thought I'd say this, but I love that, too.

So, after all that excitement, our friends went home, Sir finally fucked me and we went to bed. Pretty normal end to the day. However, the next day was not what I'd call normal.

Actually the first part of the day was nothing out of the ordinary. We slept late, ran some errands, I helped him with a job and then we came home. But that evening he had something a little more extreme in mind.

I'd just taken a shower and was sitting on the couch. He came over to me, pulled the towel I was wearing off and pushed me back so I was sort of half-reclined. Then he pulled out this wooden spoon. A BIG, very thick, wooden spoon. He then proceeded to smack my breasts with this torture device. Over and over and over again. He would periodically pause to play with my pussy, ALMOST letting me get off, before going back to hitting my breasts. After a while, he got out the giant dildo and told me to fuck myself with it. So I would fuck myself with the dildo until he finally let me cum. The first time I came, I paused for a moment afterward, catching my breath. But apparently that was not in the game plan. He smacked me several times with the spoon...hard...and said, "I didn't tell you to stop." So that continued for quite a while, me fucking myself with the dildo while he hit my tits with the big wooden spoon. He soon discovered that he could make me cum harder by smacking me at exactly the right moment. And the entire time, he was talking to me, telling me how much of a pain slut I really am, pushing that mindfuck all the more. After a particularly hard hit, I finally covered my breasts with my arm, curled up into a ball and leaned against his chest, sobbing. I stayed that way quite a while, crying and breathing hard, trying to calm down. He stroked my hair and let me calm myself down. Once I was under control again, he said, "Keep fucking yourself." So I went back to fucking myself with the dildo and he continued periodically hitting me with the wooden spoon. This went on for just a little while before he took the dildo away and replaced it with his own cock. He fucked me, hard, until we both came.

After that we took some pictures of the bruises and went to bed to play some more. I talked to him about it later and he said he thought we both needed something a little more intense because things have been so busy lately that the whole D/s side of our relationship had been neglected. He also told me he wanted to push me past my limit and that he will continue to do that periodically. Which, of course, is exactly what I want. I'm just very glad I've found the perfect person to give that to me.