My master and I are going to have a sadomasochistic evening. He wants to give me pleasure, to make me cum, maybe he will make me discover a new one sm accessory, or make me realize that I am capable of surpassing myself, all will not be good in practice for my development as a submissive woman.
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Improvised sadomasochistic evening
I spend a simple evening with My Master, around a dinner aperitif that I prepared a little earlier in the day, nothing predicts that a sadomasochistic evening will take place. To be honest, My Master is exhausted and I also always because of my job which takes me a lot of time and energy. My Master lived in the countryside and his father was a breeder / trainer of horses. He learned very young to use the whip or the whip (small precision, the whip is not used to strike the animal but just to create a sharp noise which accentuates the order given by the trainer). Nostalgic for this period, he shows me how to use these accessories without hurting the animal. In reality this demonstration will not last very long and this aperitif will quickly turn into a sadomasochistic evening …
Seeing him snapping that whip in the palm of his hand, awakens in me a deep desire for a submissive woman sm. While staring at him, I begin to undress. I want him to know that even when my work week is exhausted, I am at his disposal if he wishes to punish me. The whip strokes in the palm of his palm are getting drier, as if he wanted to send me a « look what awaits you Lisa » message. Yet he hesitates, I have the feeling that he is starting, he will not be able to stop
I then decide to take the lead, I extend my breasts to him, I move my face back to avoid an accident. I want to make him proud, I want to surpass myself, in no case will I go back. I explicitly invite him to abuse me. I don’t really need to insist any longer, the first blow of the whip sm lands on my chest. I am not relaxed, my master must be careful not to whip my face, so I let him concentrate as much as possible.
I start to clear my head, also concentrating on the blows that assault my chest faster and faster, stronger and stronger. It is the first time that My Master does not make me wear my sexy headband, I feel it, I am uncomfortable. I look at my chest, reddish, the whip which whips my breasts harder and harder. I note that My Master has a perfect mastery of the object, his gestures are very precise, I would say almost mechanical. I do breathing exercises to better cope with the strokes whip sm, this will allow me to last longer. I want to honor him, I want to be marked by his whip for several weeks.
My little pussy starts to get wet, my excitement grows as the blows fall on me. Several dozen blows fell, My Master asks me to stand up with my back to him. I hear him catch the whip sm which is on the coffee table, I really wonder what awaits me for this completely improvised sadomasochistic evening sequel.
Sadomasochistic evening: whip training
I am from behind, it is impossible for me to see My Master and what he is preparing. I can’t wait for the first blow to come down to be fixed. The first blow falls on me but to my surprise, I hardly feel anything when My Master hits me for the first times. Then the pain wakes up and I start to grit my teeth.
My master knows very well how to use a whip, and the blows are violent, my back begins to mark, my buttocks and my thighs too. I can no longer do my breathing exercises because the pain is so severe. He orders me to face him, the blows are now horrible to endure. I manage to control myself when My Master hits my stomach and my thighs but it gets horrible when he starts hitting my chest again. I moan with every stroke. This sadomasochistic evening will be very emotional, I just realize it.
He orders me to stop fidgeting, because he might miss a strike and hit my face. He needs to concentrate, his gestures are precise and methodical. If I didn’t concentrate I would have screamed already.
I try to find new resources deep inside me, I shut myself up in my bubble. The blows on my chest follow one another quickly, I say nothing, I do not move, I am a real submissive doll. I killed my cheek to keep from screaming. I’m so focused on managing the pain that I can’t see anything around me. I am in my bubble, alone, I take the blows by closing my eyes, and I wait for it to end.
My Master keeps violating me even harder. He notices that I’m away and curtly points out to me that I’m no longer with him. I open my eyes, I look at him, I can see that he doesn’t like my attitude. This is not what he expects from a sadomasochistic evening and even me from his submissive.
Sadomasochistic evening: I’m ashamed of myself
I feel ashamed, I don’t know what to say to My angry Master. I had never been so focused to manage my pain, I locked myself in silence and I was no longer present to share my emotions. I feel a wave of emotion overwhelm me, I have tears in my eyes, I ruined this sadomasochistic evening, I dislike having disappointed My Master in this way. I try to apologize because I didn’t want to disappoint him like this, but he orders me, angry, to put my back to him, my ass in the air.
I no longer control myself, I am afraid of the punishment of My Master, I know that I will take it for my rank because of my attitude. He looks in the accessory box for a new sms object, and I feel, I know, that I am going to be violently punished, I did not see this sadomasochistic evening end like this.
My master is finally coming back, one swift sm by hand. I am all shaking on the sofa, I am shocked by the situation, the turn that this sadomasochistic evening is taking. The blow he gives me is so violent that I do not know if I will be able to resist any more.
I try not to disappoint him again. He continues to hit me as I start to cry in pain, this sadomasochistic evening is no longer an evening it’s a real ordeal, I should never have disappointed him. I beg him to apologize, but he gives me two more hard blows, which I have a hard time taking. The blows become so violent that I fold in the pain to end up collapsing on the sofa.
I crawl on all fours to My Master’s shoe to cry and ask his forgiveness. He is mad at me and I do not know how to be forgiven. I tried at all costs to please him by resisting as much as possible but that was not what My Master was looking for I was wrong. He wanted me to bend, not to control my pain, to externalize my feelings. How will I be able to explain to him that I did this for his pleasure? I am at his feet, my eyes riveted on the ground, I am so ashamed of myself.
Sadomasochistic evening : I understand the teaching of My Master
My master explains to me that what he did was not to punish me, he just wanted me to wake up, to react. He had seen that I was no longer there. He wanted to call me to order because the blows are made to be lived thoroughly and not forgotten.
He explains to me that I must take responsibility for my pain and go to the end of my limits. He prefers that I collapse under his blows rather than try to resist stupidly to the point of taking refuge in an empty bubble and without feelings. I have to master the blows, draw energy from his gaze, or deep within me by being present. I must live the pain and not reject it as I tried to do at the start of this sadomasochistic evening. He asks me to lift my face, look at my eyes still full of tears. His gaze is deep and full of kindness, he doesn’t hold it against me.
He helps me up, takes me by the hand and leads me to our room. I get on all fours to put my bitch holes in sight. He touches my pussy to check that it is really wet.
Tonight, I understood that my emotions make me love the fact of being abused, I am beaten for its pleasure, not to tell myself that I have surpassed myself or that I am strong. He recovers a little wet to moisten my anus, and suddenly, bugger me bluntly. This improvised sadomasochistic evening will end with a good stuffing of the ass. I feel his cock deep in my womb, the first thrusts are painful, I even begin to have tears in my eyes. I love getting my ass taken like a horny slut, I love when he tears my hole apart, I put myself in your shoes you probably take me for crazy, but this is the way I enjoy it ‘anus. The pain is horrible for sure, but I wriggle my ass to impale myself deeper on his cock. I finally have my orgasm, My Master continues to penetrate my ass in a bestial way.
It is more and more difficult for me to resist the pain. Despite but cries, he does not care. He keeps shaving my ass, banging me. His cock contracts and I feel huge deep inside me. He ends up filling me with his hot sperm which runs down my thighs still bruised by this sadomasochistic evening.
He lies down next to me, his hands wander over my back, my buttocks and my thighs still marked by this sadomasochistic evening. I think back to what happened and I hate to disappoint My Master. It was a mistake on my part to behave like this I would never do it again, it is promised Master …
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