I've gotten over most of the trepidation that I feel towards canes. I went to the canning workshop for the specific intention to understand it's use and see other ways in which caning can be applied.
And today, I went to a caning party with a wonderful couple.
I had little fear of losing my clothing, save a cute pair of leopard print panties, since all the other bottoms around me were similarly in a state of undress. I was instructed to lay on my back on the table as both the male and female tops hovered around me with their instruments of choice. I found myself closing my eyes for the most part, to cut out any distraction and focus on the sensations. My nipples are by far the most sensitive part of my frontal anatomy.
The interesting thing was that I found my attention being drawn to the different sensations created by each individual. The female top had a talent for creating the stingy sensations and the male was proficient at creating the deeper thudiness. One sensation would grab my mind and the other would pull it back. Back and forth, back and forth.
The beginning was very sensual and quite pleasant. Then I was instructed to roll over. This is where the rest of the session was focused. As I fell deeper into my body and the sensations created I found that I stopped isolating each tops technique. I was forced in a way to do so.
The backs of my upper legs, we discovered, are extremely sensitive. Just as I was reaching the point where the pain was white in my mind and shooting through my body they would pause and deeply caress the area sending warm pulsing sensations and fits of giggles through me. I really enjoyed the constant caresses of my extremities and warmed skin. It created a sort of connection and kept the confusing differences coursing through me. I could feel the moment when I slipped into that warm glow and mind numbness.
After wards they sat me in a very soft and fluffy chair, both individuals caressing and holding me. I sipped the cool water offered and nestled into the chair. I was on the verge of tears but held back for fear of confusing the tops. When I cry it seems, it is a release of all of the emotions and overwhelming sensations, rarely out of sadness. Eventually I fell into a pretty deep sleep.
Upon waking I felt the urge to relieve my bladder and found that I was quite wet. I ate a snack and returned to my chair. Eventually I redressed and watched the male top work on the female bottom. I walked to her upper body and caressed her as she had done for me.
I found my submissive self back in full. She was in-charge of my mind and I could feel the concern for those around me as well as the all embodying empathy that I am able to deeply touch on when in that mind space.
We discussed what was liked and disliked (almost nothing honestly) and shared what was felt. They told me it was difficult to read when I was reaching my edge. I found it difficult to convey more or less pain because I didn't like to feel as if I were leading the scene. I wish to trust my top enough to read my body language. However, I can see that being unreasonable at least in the beginning. After all they aren't mind readers.
When I arrived home I changed into comfortable clothing and sat on my porch. It was still warm and sunny outside with a gentle breeze. I heard strains of a violin being played and it pulled me back into the sensations I'd felt. As I rode the wave of sensations, I got wet again.
I'm blushing at this moment because the scenes I've experienced rarely take me to a sensual place. I continued my 'after care' in my bedroom. It was quick and whole bodied.
My roommates commented about my appearance saying that I looked great and calmly happy. They were unaware of where I'd been and what I'd been doing.
I fixed myself a nice 'linner' did some emailing and fell asleep for several hours. Upon waking in this moment I still feel the glow and deeply tired. When I move around my attention is drawn to tender spots, but it's a pleasant sensation.
Overall it was a wonderful experience and I'm excited about the many prospects to explore the wide range of sensation play. I feel very content.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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