i am still floating.
he did not torture me.
he protected me.
he gave me water to drink from his hand.
he said i made him proud.
he fucked me.
he told me i could masturbate.
he told me i could cum.
and after he left
i curled up in the bed
with his chain around my neck
and floated into happy sleep
and awoke with a floating smile
to find Marko asleep behind my knees
and the tail of the chain tucked between my legs.
oh yes. and the reason why i couldn't tell you more beforehand was that he was bringing another man with him. i was being given as a thank-you gift to be spanked and flogged and fucked. which i was. and that was fine. but you may remember my having been told at one point that i couldn't write anything more about it. so once i realized that the other man (i suppose i should call him t.o.m) was coming, i knew i couldn't say any more.
however, my ever so beloved Master has given me permission to write anything i want about it. which perhaps i will do tomorrow.
meanwhile, here is a lovely little tidbit revealed to me when it was all over. when t.o.m. had left and i was alone with my Master. before they arrived, the sadist instructed t.o.m that he was not to hurt me too badly. isn't that sweet? because my Master knows that my tolerance of pain is limited. the worst pain i suffered today was at the hands of my Master. which made it beautiful.
(some of you may remember that the flogger was especially designed to be relatively gentle, even when wielded with great force, except when directed at targets such as my clitoris and my nipples. yes, he is a sadist. but he treasures me. he protects me. and when he poured the water from his glass into his large hand and gave me to drink, it was with such sweetness, such gentleness, that my heart overflowed with honeyed joy.)
and now, purring, to bed.