After dinner (we had gone out to our favorite Middle Eastern restaurant) we cleaned up, rested some and then headed out for playtime.
Mystique was set up to burn people, and very quickly she had me on her bench. I got the fire wand, some cupping and some fire spanking! Which was new, and very hot! Lighting her special glove on fire, she'd spank out the fire on my butt. I loved it, and it sent me quite spacey. Master held my wrists tight because for some reason I was struggling hard. The tighter he held me the more I struggled. I didn't really want to get away, I was just really into struggling.
Then she had me flip over and said she was going to do the flaming cooter OF FUN again. I had my head pillowed against S's boobs, and my butt scooched to the edge of the table. It was a lot like the gyno where they always tell you to scoot down to the end a little more. I think I did make that comment out loud.
Master held my hands, which were clutched in front of my chest. S was supporting my head, mmm, pilllow boobs. But I was thinking mostly about my knees, which kept trying to clap together of their own accord. I was admonished by both Master and Mystique to keep my legs apart and HOLD STILL.
Then the big flash and heat and done. Yay! No, just almost done.
One more big flash and painful heat and now it is really done.
I was very shaky and spacey, and shook my head at the suggestion that I could get up now. I stayed sitting for a while until I thought I was ok, then got some big hugs to help hold me upright as I stood.
There was some wandering around wrapped in a blanket, watching all sorts of depraved and delicious activities.
Then a massage table opened up and Master was ready to tie me up. We had been to a Shibari class earlier, and he wrapped me up in rope in various revealing positions, then when I was tied he hit me with things. For the second position, I was on my back with my feet up in the air. Mystique came over and beat my nipples, mainly the right one, with a crop quite thoroughly, while Master worked on my thighs.
A while after that, J. (a good friend) came over with clamps shaped like cows and attached them to my boob. That cracked me up. What a situation to be in- tied up, helpless, legs in the air, with tiny cows biting my boob. They are chip bag clips. I had to ask.
After a few more different ties, and other body parts beaten, Master untied me and we headed up to our room. He didn't tie me up again there, but he did require me to get in those same positions again for his use.
He's definitely planning to look into practicing more Shibari (Japanese style rope bondage). The next class we went to in the morning was Shibari as torture, and was a bit more unsettling to me (because Master loved it. And... torture.) It was a great class though. Am I a little bit of a sadist if I enjoy watching other people get tortured?
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