Safeword? Nope.

Our relationship with safewords has long been somewhat complicated.  He doesn't follow either of the established BDSM "laws" or "true ways" on safewords.  On one hand, some people state that you must have one which is honored 100% or you are just with a dangerous abuser.  

Or, on the other side, others say either that safewords are entirely useless (just communicate!) or a slave should never have one because it takes away the Master's absolute power.  

My Master has his own way.  I can have a safeword until he says I can't.  Because property.  

Last night Master began flogging me, and I don't know if my tolerance was especially light for some reason, he was especially strong with it, or I'm just out of practice in being flogged, but it was really stinging.  He used the wood paddle on me then and damn it, that really hurt.  I was trying to shrink out of the way, though I didn't mean to; my body kept try to sag and squirm and avoid it.

He stopped and gripped me by the throat.  

"Are you trying to avoid the beating you wanted?"

"Yes, Master", I said sheepishly, not trying to explain.

"Well, tonight your safeword won't work.  The paddle is going to beat you as much as it wants, and 'red' is not going to stop it."

I went all squishy at the thought.

He went on "Try it, say red now". 

He smacked me again really hard with the paddle. 


"Red".   


Smack! Smack! Smack!  


Nope.  Doesn't work.  


I buoyed myself up with the thought that I can take this.  I can take it and eventually will reach subspace and I will enjoy it.


When I started to get shaky on my feet he told me to lie down on the floor face down.  My wrists were tied.   


He caned me, paddled me and used the single tail whip on me until I was deep in space.  My butt, my thighs, my calves, the soles of my feet.  Turn over.  My cunt ("SPREAD!"), inner thighs, my breasts (oh, I tried to hide them but that didn't work).  Turn over again.  My butt, my thighs, and so on, and on. 

  Then he propped me up on my hands and knees and fucked me hard.  It was So. Damn. Good.   I was moaning and bucking and coming, my sore ass being pounded over and over by his hips. 


He had me get in bed and ride on top of him, using the vibrator to make me come over and over.  Each time he made me wait until he commanded it.  It is so hard to wait right on the verge of orgasm.  He pinched and flicked my nipples until I could barely stand it, which just made me want to come more.  I soaked the towel I had been allowed to lay underneath him.  


When he was done with me and rolled me off to lie next to him, I was an unresponsive blob of nothingness.  I pretty much passed out straight away.   


God, what a great night!