The Merit of Communication

I have on several occasions played together with my submissive friend and her Sadist husband. The experiences I've had with them have always been extremely informational and I've always seemed to be an observer with mild participation.

A few weeks ago we were all sitting in the living room trying to decide on what to do. I had no concept of what I wished to experience and encounter so I gave little input. The evening was, needless to say, mild.

This evening was entirely different.

When he came home from work he walked in to see my friend and I completely naked with our noses buried in a book containing photos of 'how to' on shibari. We had twisted rope all over the floor and were laughing so hard we could barely tie knots properly. I can't even imagine what that looked like. But, I think it was amusing because he had a slight smirk on his face.

I like shibari.

Upon arriving home from dinner we were asked what we wanted to do that evening and we produced a list previously written containing the things we both wished to eventually experience.

With the aid of a negotiation class taught a few weeks ago, I found my confidence in the negotiation process that I am eternally grateful for having learned. I was honest and straight forward and allowed room for creativity and surprise on his part.

The scene contained an quite a bit of pain involving canes, paddles and nipple clamps. I was also instructed to cane my friend and felt humiliated as piece of furniture.

At some point I reached that "What the (insert expletive here) am I doing?!" moment and began to seriously question my ability to make good decisions.

We were challenged and told that whomever whimpered first was the loser. Needless to say I'm a pussy. The hardest part was verbally acknowledging that I was indeed the loser.

Later, we were on our backs side by side and bound together as he hovered a burning candle over us. The tension of unpredictability as to where the wax would fall was overwhelming. He asked us questions throughout and in my simpletons mind I was completely unable to follow the line of questioning or even respond to those questions asked.

Apparently I like wax too.

Afterwards, as we were cuddling on each side of him and I was through crying he made a comment I found interesting. We were discussing what we enjoyed and he said that he liked how different our reactions were. He mentioned my expression and how interesting the slight smile and pain mixed together on my face was.

All I could think was "Hm" and felt happy inside.