Snippet of conversation that took place after a session yesterday, in which He liberally applied Mr. Blister and Mr. Cane to my backside and made me cry:
Me: "My butt hurts" (said with puppy eyes and a slight whine, in hope of some sympathy)
Him: "You must have fallen down." (said with total seriousness)
Me: "Fallen down??!? I must have fallen down over and over and over and over and over then." (said with mock-astonishment)
Him: "Yes. And you must have fallen on something hard, since your butt hurts." (Again, said with total seriousness)
Me: consumed with laughter
Seriously thought, it was a really good beating. He slowly ratcheted up the pain until the tears flowed, and it was wonderful. He also applied the new tiny vice-grips to my pussy, which was new, and He introduced another new toy, which isn't really a toy.
BUT it is evil and ouchie and in the interest of safety/BDSM rules (there are rules to all of this, right?) and all that, it should never be used again. That evil new toy is a long handled shoe horn, made of very hard plastic that bites and stings, and He likes it because, "I can be really accurate with it."
Accuracy. I am now wondering if He will draw little bulls-eye targets on my ass next time to test His "accuracy."
Probably shouldn't have written that last bit. Better quit while I'm ahead, and stop now.