It's all about context. In the right context, with the right person, inflicting pain is deliciously erotic.
I generally start by laying the crop gently across her ass, just below the curve where her ass meets her legs, so that she knows where the first blow will land. I leave the crop there for a moment, pressing it against her skin, letting her imagine what it's going to feel like.
Sometimes, I'll start tap-tap-tapping her ass with it, in a gentle stacatto, to let the anticipation build and to start the blood rushing to her skin, sensitizing it. Other times, I'll just wait, without moving, until she relaxes.
Eventually, without warning, I'll lift the crop and bring it down very quickly, so fast that it whistles as it moves through the air. She will usually scream when the crop lands, arching her back and thrusting her hips upward against the crop as it lands. Her body tenses and quivers, and the first welt appears almost instantly. Sometimes, I'll pause for a minute, waiting for the stinging to pass and her body to relax before I bring the crop down again.
Other times, I'll place my hand on the small of her back, holding her against the bench as I keep the crop moving, nonstop, WHACK WHACK WHACK, each stroke leaving a bright red mark behind. When I do this, she will continue to scream, each stroke drawing a louder cry until they all blend together. At that point, I'll stop suddenly, and wait for the endorphins to hit.
It only takes a second. She will relax against the bench with a dreamy smile on her face, and then the laughter comes. She'll laugh uncontrollably, her face flush, totally unaware of everything around her.
After the first rush subsides, I'll start with the crop again, tapping her on the ass or the back of her legs, building the intensity very slowly. When she starts to moan under the crop, I'll bring it down hard again, leaving another welt. At this point, she'll usually start laughing instantly. I will keep the crop moving, striking her hard three or four times in quick succession, until she's screaming and laughing at the same time. I can keep her there for quite a while, floating in a place where the world is more or less a peripheral blur.
When I finally finish with the crop, I'll stroke her gently with a soft piece of fur, watching her quiver and moan and sigh. It takes a long time for her to come down; it's usually several minutes bfore she can even stand. She floats there dreamily for the longest time, grinning and totally high. And it's very, very exciting to take her to that place.
Someone had asked me if I was an animal, what animal would I be...?
so I thought about it.....
is a person capable of remembering feelings?....if so Id have to say it would be a crow...
Let me explain,
when I was a lil girl, Id go to New Mexico to stay with my Granny...and when winter had found its way, the coldness I welcomed...the bleak gray skies...so perfect.
The trees have lost its leaves and stands barren and stark against the grayness...
I would sit and watch as the crows would make thier way to the barren trees...looking for a spot to roost for the night...dozens upon dozens of them cawing and making much music...
and it was there
in that moment
on that dark gray day
i found beauty
and an unexplained peace inside me
with a storm rolling inside me
all that darkness did I embrace
Id have to tell that person it would be the crow
because I remembered a feeling
I'd never let go
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