Shy and Retiring (emma_b_sweet) wrote in smut_club,
Shy and Retiring
emma_b_sweet
smut_club

just feeling

Saturday night we played our first really intense scene that didn't involve gential touching. I had asked him in the car on the way home if we could play a scene where I was not just submissive, but the scene would be all about my pleasure, and not my orgasm. I asked for sensation play, and for me to not have to think. This was something I'd wanted to ask for for a long time, but had been having so much trouble finding the words, finding the worth.

When we got home we decompressed for a while, and then he made the bed up with fresh sheets. He led me into the bedroom and started to undress me. Then he blindfolded me. He put on music and the next hour and a half or maybe two were all about him taking his time with my body. He started with a full body massage, working my feet and my tired calves, then my legs, then my shoulders and arms and back, and my chest. Once I was really getting relaxed, he started in with the light sensation, the fur paddle, his hands. Then after some tapping with the harder side of the paddle (possibly one of my favorite toys) he turned me over. We played with the nipple clamps for a little while but it was a bit too much for me. Then he turned me back over and started to spank me.

He spanked me for a long time, starting slowly, and building over time. I took more and more, and eventually I was moaning and gasping, pulling in deep, heaving breaths as I struggled with the pain. He leaned over and told me what a good girl I was being, and told me that he was going to give me one more round, and then it would be over, and I was going to take it all. I barely nodded my head, and wasn't sure whether I could take it or not. As his hand hit my ass with a sharp crack, I sucked in my breath and stretched my body into the pain. He hit me again, and again, and then - again. I whimpered and moaned, nearly in tears, but oh - I was flying. I hurt so much, and it felt so good.

After the last stroke of his hand he immediately leaned over me and started praising me, loving me, telling me how good and brave and wonderful I'd been. I felt melty and scared and small. He pulled me into his arms and slowly raised the blindfold from my eyes. I stared at his beautiful face, and the buried my face in his chest, and suddenly, began to shake violently. It was like full-body sobbing without the tears. I made small whimpering noises, and just surfed the strange aftershocks that were passing through my body. Just after he'd gathered me into his arms, a cd came on that is a favorite of mine, and it was just what I needed to hear. As I calmed down and started to begin to come back to myself, my lover wrapped me in warm blankets, and softly stroked my hair. We lay there through the whole soundtrack, moved deeply by the haunting, lonely, tearingly beautiful music. We talked and cuddled and slowly, slowly, I came all the way back to myself. Everything was tinged blue-green around the edges in that soft light, and a strange, overwhelming emotion flowed out of me.

Later, I put on his soft clothes, and wrapped myself in the blanket, a mug of hot tea cradled to my chest. I couldn't believe how cold I was, and how hungry.

-emma
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