New Beginnings: Part 2

This is the immediate follow-up to New Beginnings: Part 1

He had met C at the movie earlier that afternoon. Not tall, but very pretty and curvaceous, he had immediately noticed the beautiful leather boots she was wearing. They probably had a 3-inch spike heel, and came up to just below her knee-caps. She had on some black nylons that bridged the gap to a mid-thigh black skirt. She had a very open and straight-forward manner of expressing herself, and she was not shy about her feelings about anything. This went double for her BDSM lifestyle. She clearly lived her submission on a daily basis, both with her master of many years, and several play partners, some of which she met weekly.

He was immediately fascinated by C and her energy. The discussions throughout the evening had been entertaining and enriching, and she had much of what he enjoyed in a submissive: a strong woman who was comfortable with her kinks, who had a lot of energy, and who genuinely enjoyed getting lost in a sea of sensations and stimulations.

The strength part was very important to him. He had always had the attitude that there could be no power exchange if there was no power to be be surrendered, even if just for a while. C did so with trusted play partners in a fun and flirtatious way, and everyone liked her for what she brought to whatever space she was in.

C was spotted by one of her regular play partners, a very experienced and respected male dominant of the local scene. It was truly impressive to see how fast and how smoothly they slipped into their routine. There was definitely a sense of the familiar, perhaps even of the predictable. But there was no doubt about how much they enjoyed their 15-20 minute skit. H was a busy worker, and this pleased C to no-end as the crescendo of her moaning, as he increased the intensity of his scene, got the attention of pretty much everyone in the room that wasn't at least already part-way into subspace. Even for observers that had "been there, done that", there was a remarkable synergy between these two, and in the counterpoint of percussion sounds coming from their area of the dungeon, C was contributing a melody-line of moans, exhalations, and the occasional scream that was hard ignore. That evening, if BDSM had a porn star, C was it.

Their little scene came to an abrupt halt at a change of striking instrument. Among the several toys he pulled out over the course of their play, H grabbed a recently acquired flicker whip that struck fear in the heart of every bottom that saw it in action. C struggled against her restraints when she saw H come toward her with it. We could even hear some rather uneven negotiations happening at a distance. But H was rather unsympathetic to her pleas, and with the skill and accuracy for which he was famous, he changed the mood of their little session completely. After the unmistakable swish-and-hit of the flicker whip, C emitted a short but loud cry, immediately followed by an audible inspiration that sounded like a reaction to a burning pain. H only put her through less than a dozen of those strikes, but that radical change of pace left her exhausted and sweaty, and we made plenty of room for her on the sofa when H came back with her.