Dr. Jekyll and Master Hyde

He was so sadistic last Friday, so seriously, seriously sadistic, that I was taken aback yesterday, when He suddenly turned to me and said, "Wanna go have sex?"

It wasn't an order, it was a question, and He seemed like a little kid when He asked it. You know, kinda like, "Wanna go play tag?"

Not being one to pass up on some sexy-time, my immediate answer was, "Yes."

So we went and had sex.  It was very loving, very gentle, and there was no pain involved whatsoever.  Just two people connecting physically.  Really wonderful.  Almost sweet, the total opposite of last Friday.

Until...(you knew there was going to be an 'until', didn't you?  Isn't there always?)

Until, as we lay in the afterglow, all curled up around each other, He said, "Do you know one thing we learned from Friday?"

I let out a sigh, and said, "No, what did we learn?"  I didn't really want to hear the answer, but when your Owner asks you a question, it's best to respond.

"Well," He replied, "You know how I've always wanted to cum on your face while you are crying?  Now we know a sure way to make that happen."

My response was that I vote "NO" on that idea, or some such sentiment, which He laughed off.  I tried to wriggle away from Him, but He held on tight.

"Oh yes, little girl, we have found a way," He said, and I swear I heard an evil laugh in there somewhere.

That's Him, alright:  Doctor Jekyll and Master Hyde.

Moved to Tears...

We played on Friday, although I'm not sure "play" is the right word. "Play" tends to denote fun, and what we did was anything but fun.

For me. It was not fun for me.

Master thoroughly enjoyed himself, however.

He took me in the bedroom and told me to put on my purple wrist cuffs. Then He placed me where He wanted me, at the end of our bed, standing upright, facing away from the bed. He looped purple rope through the D-rings on the wrist cuffs and tied my wrists to the upper cross bar of the bed frame. My arms were outstretched and tied tight.

This was a different position for me. Usually, when He ties me to the bed, I'm bent over the end of the bed, face down in the mattress. Not this time. I was upright and facing Him. Despite the radical change in position, I remained unaware of what was about to happen. I was fairly relaxed, and my *guess* was that He was going to pinch and slap my breasts and pussy.

And I was right about that. He did indeed do those things.

But after He lulled me into a false sense of security, He slapped my face. Hard. He slapped it more than once. It stung; my face burned. I was stunned.

After the first round, things started to blur. He was everywhere, pinching, slapping, probing (yes, I was wet, which added to my distress), and He would slap me, then pull me close and kiss me, deeply. It was overwhelming.

Perhaps that's why, when He slapped my face in rapid succession for a second time, I started to cry. This surprised me; the tears came on so suddenly, and of course, I tried to fight them.

But He wanted them. Not so soon, as He told me afterward, but He did want them. So He continued. More slapping, pinching, probing, and at one point He pushed me back as far as I could go, climbed onto the bed and shoved His rock-hard cock down my throat.

All of this was followed my more slaps to the face, and at this point, the sobs broke through. Tears flowed, and I cried.

And as I cried, He circled His arms around me, pulled me close, and then He licked the tears that ran down my face. "Your tears taste so sweet," He murmured as He ran His tongue along my cheek. That made me cry even more.

After getting His fill of my tears, He untied me and ordered me onto the bed. He fucked me; He brought me to orgasm, and then I sucked His cock until He came.

Even now, two days later, I am not really sure how I feel about what happened. We've talked about it, about how quickly I was moved to tears, how I felt immediately after (I did not feel like I normally do; no "floating" on endorphins), how He felt about it.

Clearly, I do not like having my face slapped. I don't think I ever will. It's not a type of action/pain that I can eroticise or sexualise. I find it demeaning and humiliating. But at the same time, I don't expect Him to not do it. He likes it; it turns him on. He's a sadist. And He's in charge.

In case anyone was wondering, it did leave a mark on my left cheek. A small, quarter sized mark, not a bruise, but a red-patch. If you didn't know any better, you would simply think that I'd been outside in the cold and my face was wind-chapped.

And yes, the mark pleased Him, too.

A Question About Slapping...

Hooray! Not long after I hit the 'publish' button on the Question and Answer post, I received a question from Master Dream's precious treasure (you can check out her blog here).  This is her question:

Hi,
You mentioned last month that you don't like being slapped in the face.  i struggle a bit in this area as well.

Can you please tell me what goes through your mind and heart when He slaps you in the face?

Thank you so much,

Master Dream's treasure 

When He slaps my face, two things go through my mind.  First is fear.  Fear that it will leave a mark, or cut the inside of my mouth, or damage a tooth.  But all of these fears are irrational; He has never slapped me hard enough to do any of those things, and I know He has no desire to cause permanent damage to His property.  However, those fears play on my mind every single time He does it.

The second thing that goes through my mind is anger.  It's not very slave-like, but a quick flash of anger washes over me as soon as it's done.  It does not last long, and I think it's more of an instinctive response than a truly emotional one.

As for what goes through my heart, I still love Him, and I know He loves me.  It would be wonderful to accept the slap with grace, but I don't see that happening any time soon.  I don't think He wants that, either; I think He likes the challenge.

I would like to thank Master Dream's precious treasure for her question.  If anyone else would like to ask a question for Question and Answer Month, you can post it in the comments, or you can email me at the email address on the right side of the page.

Slap Happy...

Way back in August of last year, specifically here and here,  I discussed my dislike of being slapped in the face.  Also discussed was the fact that Master does like it.  Quite a bit. And back in August, slapping was "the thing."

Then, in the beginning of September, I became ill.  Kinky stuff, slapping included, fell off the map for a while.   Saying goodbye to slapping did not make me sad.

As I recovered, all the kinky stuff slowly returned.  Slapping did not.  At least, not for a while.

It returned about a week ago (maybe a little more than that, I am not positive).  There have been several quick, light slaps, kind of like Master is testing the waters, to see how I react. 

Clearly I have not reacted in a way that would make Him stop.

The other day He put His hand on my cheek and brought His face close to mine.  "One day," He growled into my ear, "I am going to go ahead and just slap you hard."

Smart girl that I am (not), I responded with, "And then what?"

His answer?  "Whatever I want."

Maybe I'll learn, one of these days.  Probably not.

"I'm Gonna Slap You Silly..."

In case you were wondering, as I am almost certain some of you are, He slapped my face one time last night, and several more times today.  Honestly, I've lost track of how many times today; let's say more than five times but less than ten.

I still do not like it.

But I did like it when He tied me to the bed earlier, fucked me until I came, then untied me and had me suck His cock until He came in my mouth.

That was fun.

Afterward He told me He thought about slapping me while I had my orgasm, but decided not to.  He didn't want to ruin it.  (All together: "Awwwww.   What a nice Master!")

I told Him I fully expected Him to so do (because I know how His devious, evil little mind works), and was surprised when He didn't do it.

But I still don't like it.  Nope.

"...Like Any Good Master Would..."

Yesterday, during a bout of spontaneous sexual activity, He slapped my face.  A sharp crack across my right cheek,  hard enough to sting, but not so hard as to cause any damage or leave a mark.

This is not an activity I enjoy.  However, it is an activity He enjoys.  In the past He has lightly, very lightly slapped my face, enough to annoy me, not enough to cause any real pain.

Yesterday, it caused pain.  And I didn't like it.  But He did.

Later in the evening, we discussed the slap, and I was upfront about not liking it.  My opinion seemed to amuse Him, and this was His response:

"I'm going to keep slapping you until you like it.  Just like any good Master would."

And that ended the conversation.

Hrmph.