Unplanned Moments of Masochism (6)

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Posted by alexandraa on Sun 12 Jun 05, 9:43 PM

I was browsing the web boards today. There's a thread running on unplanned scene moments, as in unexpected breaks in play and sex, not amateur dramatics. Although I have to say some scenes I am sure are worthy of theatrical awards. There are a fair few things I could write about and I believe I've shared a couple of them with you before.

The most recent weirdo incident that happened wasn't exactly a scene breaking moment but was while I was waiting for the ever delectable delicious Evil Colbeh to arrive for some friendly play we had planned. I was all ready and waiting, he was due to arrive any second, I was primped and prepared, clad in waist cincher and fuck all else apart from huge anticipation and heart pounding excitement. Tottering heels and collar of course. (I never cease to get ridiculously thrilled and foot hoppingly excited).

My phone rang, I answered without thought assuming it was him about to go Mwahahahhahahahhaha bitch I'm about to ring the door bell. But no. It was my boss, wanting to talk to me about my performance appraisal. A most bizarre conversation to have when you're aroused, your head is elsewhere and you're extremely conscious that certain parts of your body are plumped up and thrusting. For several days afterwards I felt a huge desire to blush. Thank god video phones are not common and garden. I did however get an “excellent” (which is unheard of) as my overall grading. Maybe he could see through the phone….

However back to the original point of my blog. My two fav incidents in scene breaking moments are related to 1) Firey Jack (yes Colbeh I AM going to tell this story AGAIN) and 2) The door bell ringing.

1) Firey Jack for those that don't know is an ancient and masochistic remedy for muscle pulls and back pain etc etc. It's a muscle warming ointment made from chilli oil. Hot hot hot like you can't imagine. To be used SPARINGLY. So the darling carinna/polly told us as she handed us a pot as a “present”. Mmmm cheers polly no I haven't forgotten. So Colbeh being ever enthusiastic and not someone to do anything by halves, does the usual buggery/fucking/beating thing, ensuring a suitably red hot caning is present as a tenderiser upon my peach like derrière, and slathers the stuff on to me. Nothing seems to be going on, so he slathers some more on. About 2 minutes later I feel like I have serious and heavy sunburn, my arse is glowing with heat enough to keep the artic warm. This is all apparently exciting to a dominant, so he does what excited Doms do naturally. I become aware not only is my arse on fire but my inner tracts (great word huh?) are now burning. At the very same moment…… HE becomes aware his most precious and personal sex weapon is aflame and the pair of us flee to the bathroom. Me unsuccessfully showering like a manic creature, and him leaping around the bedroom with a cold flannel wrapped round his (still surprisingly engorged) manhood. No we never did that again and nor will we…. I think?

2) The door bell. This was my moment of realisation that I am a serious masochist but just don't know it. Heavy heavy play. Like you can't bear. Like you want to die and be sick and disappear somehow. Cane landing on you like you can't believe he can be so mean and cruel and heartless. Then he says 20 more and you just want to burst into tears and say no fuck off you twat, but you'd never do that, never. Not only that but he says count the strokes and thank me, you all know the routine on that one. Cuh! So we get to 16 fucking bollocking hell only knows how strokes, even the demon whore hell bitches of dark earth are astounded. And the door bell goes…..

Who's that he says. Fuck knows says I, then immediately, don't stop now Master….. I had no idea why he started falling about laughing, until he pointed out to me how terrified I'd been, how full of pain I was, how even he had been thinking maybe he was going too far with me. Ho hum. He didn't carry on of course, because I'd said don't stop now. But never again have either of us doubted that he can cane me ruthlessly and I love it. Although that doesn't stop me begging and sobbing and crying for mercy…… Because even though I know I love it I do hate it too…..

Edited Sun 12 Jun 05, 11:06 PM by alexandraa

Replies

12 Jun 05, 9:57 PM
woodsprite
4 yrs Brilliant blog - once again you've put some of my thoughts into better words than I can!

12 Jun 05, 10:37 PM
Bbdspls
UK, 3 yrs
My God! Where can one buy this "Firey Jack"? I'm utterly convinced this could be the one thing I could use to disuade my ever-wonderful & equally dogs-bollock-like Bbd from ever coming near me with a hand of ginger again!!!
The retribution of pls is always well thought out & apt, however stupid an idea it is to attempt it.
pls x
"No, I'm absolutely confident that won't happen."

12 Jun 05, 11:14 PM
Rosalee
UK, 3 yrs
I loved reading this. Thank you! That description of a caning has got me seriously excited. I need a lot more of the same.

12 Jun 05, 11:26 PM
Star_Master
UK, 5 yrs
Thanks - sent me to bed with a big grin!

12 Jun 05, 11:38 PM
Incubus_S
UK, 3 yrs
cool blog got me thinking about using the fiery jack and thin ice at the same time (different parts of the body) just to see sub's reaction oh whilst being tickled too might make her reactions even better

13 Jun 05, 5:48 AM
polly_uk
UK, 3 yrs And there was i trying to be kind and helpful sharing the delights of Fiery Jack with friends ! Note..i did say "be careful with it " errmm well i think i did ...grins.
polly x
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