Beating and Eating

 A while ago we were trying to come up with a cute name for our Thursday meetings (me and Dr Peter).  Today we came up with "Beating and Eating" which sounded funnier when I was high on brain chemicals and subspace than it does right now, later in the evening. 

What do you think?  Funny? Too silly?  Beating and Eating.  Tea and Canes. Whacks and Snacks. 

Last time, which I think was in early July, he asked me if there was anything I would like to add to our play sessions.  I wasn't sure in the moment, but I thought about it all month and asked if we could add in some bondage.  He said he'd like to do that also, although he's not an elaborate rope lover.  He asked me if I'd be ok wearing a play session collar and I said I would.  

This morning I dug through my bags of toys and found my leather cuffs which I haven't worn since before my Master was getting sick.   It gave me a stab to the heart to even pick them up and look at them again, but I felt I was ready so I powered through the feeling, acknowledging it along the way, and packed them in a bag with some rope.  

Over at Dr. Peter's house we talked for a few minutes on the couch and then I undressed and he placed a leather collar with a large ring which lay flat against my neck.  The tightness and weight was strange and familiar at the same time.  He put the cuffs on me, an extremely familiar feeling, almost like no time had passed since I last wore them.  They are quite emotional for me at this point in life, which is part of the reason I wanted to bring them.   He wrapped me in a quick body harness and tied my cuffs to the rope at my sides.   I knelt awkwardly (without hands) on the couch with some pillows to prop me up. 

He draped an implement I couldn't see against my back and asked me to guess its identity.  I immediately thought flogger but it wasn't sliding quite the way the leather ones do so I made a guess and said "Rubber flogger?" which was the right answer.  It is very hard and intense feeling for a few minutes and then he went back to using a gentler flogger.

The second guess was not as successful:  "Wood?" I guessed, because it felt smooth like a paddle.  But it was the smooth leather cane, also very hard and intense on my backside.   I began to whimper but I stayed still. As he exhorted me to take it for him I gave a sigh of pleasure.  After a few more canes he had me turn around and I was feeling subspacey and just a little loopy.  It was time for a little rest and then lunch, which was delicious.