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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Last night Master and I attended a dinner party with H and S. (They were the couple we had round for dinner the other week).
The meal was delicious (sure you don't want the details)
We went into the lounge to relax. I knelt at Master's feet. H gave me a silver hairbrush to clean with a silver cloth. Hmmm...should I do my best or miss some? I cleaned to the best of my ability. I missed some accidentally at the end of the handle. H pointed this out to me and I completed the task.
Having washed my hands, I returned to find lots of equipment on the sofa. I was made to undress (I'd been wearing a black wrap over dress, purple corset, black pointed seams and heels. Oh and my collar of course.
H attached a chain to my nipples, with loops which tightened. It's a long time since we have done any nipple play and it was nice. I hate that word, but it is appropriate.
H covered my eyes with a scarf and blindfold. The scarf also worked as a shield for my hearing. Not completely, but when she spoke softly I could not hear her. I had cuffs placed around my legs and wrists. Kneeling over a poofee and then strapped down. My wrists and knees clipped together. Legs slightly apart.
And now, my memory is put to the test. 2 hours of play which flew by in what seemed like 30 minutes. She began spanking me with the hairbrush (you knew that was coming didn't you?) It was a first for me and I liked it. The back of the handle and also the firm bristley side. Not just my bottom but my thighs too. Skin brushed firmly. Some hand spanking and some gently teasing - smooth soft hands rubbed over me. Varying strength of strokes with the brush, some hard, some soft, some with the back and some with the bristles. It stung but I wasn't yelping at this point, much to H's dismay I think. My hair was loose and she brushed it, pressing down on my back. How very delicious. There is something incredibly sexy about having your hair brushed by another, for me especially since she is all woman. Mixed with the pain of the bristles on my back. Heaven. Maybe there is a market out there for kinky hairdressers?
Now, this is where my memory is mush. My apologies first of all to H for forgetting. I was too caught up to think "Ooooh I must remember this for my weblog"
There was the very delightful flogger. Soft suede I think it is made of, with thick tendrils. Used over my bottom, legs and back above my corset. H was "giving it some" and I just wanted more. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! (not a duck with constipation 
, just the sheer weight of it on my skin)
There was the stingy whip type implement. Used again on the above areas. Caught my pussy a few times and the inside of my thighs. H finally got me yelping. Even swearing, which I think is most undignified for a slave, but came so naturally to me on the odd occasion. Fidgetting. Is it good when a slave fidgets? Winces?
My nipples were playing severe games with me. I was taking a severe punishment on my bottom. Scratching raw skin, spanking, whipping and beating and yet my attention was purely on my nipples. Burning. I felt I was going to have to take my jelly tots home in a jar. What a wimp to ask to be released. Yet is there any point in giving a good thrashing if it is not being appreciated? I cracked and asked for my nipples to be relieved. Oh how I had forgotten what it feels like when pegs are taken off. It was the loops of course, but the feeling was the same. Good job I was still clipped to my legs otherwise I think I would have hit the ceiling. Momentarily it makes you feel like begging to have them put back on. H revelled in the fact my nipples were verrrrrry sensitive. She used the vibrating device and more pegs on the actual breasts. Brushed my breasts and flogged them. I could have cried, but didn't.
Not sure if it was at this point H decided to torture my feet. Not sure what was used, it fely like a combination of the flogger, whip and brush. Bumped and banged. Scratched and stroked. Hurt a little but was the most erotic feeling. I do not generally have ticklish feet. Bizarrely too I am not particularly fond of feet. I was confident though...lol I had done my pedicure and my Jonathan Aston stockings were making them look good 
H seemed to be giving them quite a hard time and I did wonder how I was going to go on when next required to stand, but it was absolutely fine.
More spanking etc on the bottom and a crop used. The loop at the end a triangle shape. Oh how I love a crop. We haven't replaced ours yet and we must!
Pegs on the labia, surprisingly unpainful. Very sensitive, of course. Tweaked and made to flutter from side to side whilst the inside of my thighs took a thrashing.
I reward..some chocolate and a drink from H's lips. The one's on her face!!!
Complete...???...unsure of the word...ecstacy? A bit of a cliche I know, but well..it was good!
