the inner sanctum: our scene

Yeah, finally the exciting part!  (You can also go read about the inner sanctum, how we got there, or our evening in general.)

For the first time, I decided to try using this giant padded table.  It was in a corner near a lamp with a red bulb in it.  It’s nearly waist high to me, so not a completely convenient height.  It’s larger than a twin-sized bed in all directions.  It has bolt loop things at the corners so you can pin someone down.

I had Joscelin strip and lie face down on this monstrosity, and I used chain to connect his ankle and wrist cuffs to the corners.  I only used one length of chain for his ankles, and one for his wrists, so he actually had a fair bit of freedom of movement (he could move his ankles or wrists together or apart along the chain).  I’d have liked to get it tighter, and use one chain per limb, but didn’t want to try to figure out that many connections.

I climbed onto the table, sat next to him, and started spanking him with my hand.  It’s amazing that I can actually make him scream a little bit just with a hand spanking.  I guess I am more sadistic than I am tender-handed.  I did this spanking for a pretty long time, then gave him some water.

I have this small, very soft flogger – it’s maybe 2′ long, and a soft deerskin type of thing.  I got it, climbed back onto the table (which I made easy for myself by having a chair handy, so I could just scramble up) and knelt at one side of him.  I flogged his bottom a tiny bit, but then really went to work on his shoulders. 

I wanted to remain totally in control (not like the other day), so I used a technique for building him up.  I would hit him on alternating sides about 20 times (I was counting in my head) pretty softly – soft enough that he’d relax - and then I’d go harder.  Each time I went to harder strokes, he’d start off liking it (I got an occasional “ohhh yeah”) and then I’d ramp it up just a bit more, so that he’d start moaning or screaming.  And then after 20 or 30 of those harder strokes, I’d go back to the lighter ones until he relaxed again.  I went through about ten cycles of this.  I enjoyed the manipulation aspect on top of everything else.

He got more water then, and I lay next to him and stroked him.  His shoulders were really hot, and a bit bumpy.  He was feeling pretty good.

Next I picked up this really nasty thing I have, which is basically just a small loop made of hard rubber, with a handle.  (The loop is about the size of my hand.)  I gave him a few taps with it, on his bottom, and he yelped a lot.  I realized it was going to be too painful for me to use correctly right then – I’d be constantly tempted to go overboard.  And as I said, I was determined to stay well controlled and have a good scene – an intense one, yes, but without breaking him.

So instead I got out this long, rectangular paddle.  It’s leather with metal inside for weight and stiffness.  I don’t use it a whole lot.  It’s loud but a controllable amount of painful. 

I sat on the table again, this time facing Jos’s feet, and used this paddle for a long time, following the same kind of pattern as before – alternating painful and relaxing sets of strokes.  I definitely made him yell some, which was yummy.  I also spent some time having him say “Please, Mistress” when he was ready for the next one, which allowed me to hit him full force with him still enjoying it.

When I gave him some water after this, he let me know that he was getting tired.  He feels some resistance to doing that, but it’s a really great idea.  I let him know that we were almost done (which became true when he told me about getting tired).  I confirmed that he was able to continue.  He seemed to be having a good time.

I decided to really indulge myself with the loop thing now that he was deeper into the scene.  I stretched out alongside him, holding it in my left hand, and began tapping him.  (Tapping is about all you can do with that thing.  It’s vicious.  At some point I tapped my own leg with it, and that reminded me how it felt, and that made hitting him with it extra hot for me.)  There was a lot of writhing and some shouting, though I still kept it controlled.

After a while, I told him I wanted 10 more, and he was to count them, and then we’d be done.  He was apprehensive but counted for me, and I didn’t quite abuse the opportunity.  Around 7 or 8 he started losing count each time, and it was hard for him to choke out 9 and 10, but I reminded him that he was doing it in submission to me.  (God damn, that is hot.)

I unchained him then, and he had to pee really bad, and I walked him naked to the bathroom, where he peed and then started laughing hysterically from being high.  I was pretty high too.  Afterwards, I wrapped him in a sheet and sent him to the social room to relax while I cleaned up and repacked everything.

It was just about time for my roomie to pick us up, so we left soon after and ate at Denny’s, which we seem to always do after a scene at the club.  (I’m no fan of Denny’s, but not too many places in Denver are open all night, and there is a Denny’s nearby.  I’m sure they think we are potheads there considering how high we usually are when we show up.)  We were all crazy lovey-dovey and just…high.

It was great to actually finish a scene well, too.