Prelude ///
It's time for her presents, and I sit on the ground next to the beautiful Caly dressed all in latex, with a deep low neckline. She's resplendent, as always. A mountain of gifts is spread out at her feet, brought by her slave Philfri, and she opens them enthusiastically. I see that her friends have pampered her with carefully chosen gifts.
When she had finished, I asked her if there was something I could do for her.
“Give me your ass ! ”, she answered me, flirtatiously.
Yessss, my beautiful Caly!
A little game ///
But it's not for now, as she's having fun with her guests.
A little later, I go back to her.
“Princess, go find the flogger with the red handle! ”
In the dungeon, on the wall covered with her instruments, I find one with rather thick latex straps.
She looks at it, touching the straps, “Not, not that one! Another one, with longer straps".
I find another one, but it is not that one either.
“Go look in the other room! ”
I go there to look, but I don't see anything at all!
I return, telling her that there was nothing there. And then, that I thought that it was a game!
Caly laughs, because she's cleverly brought me to our common desire… “the whip…” she says to me, smiling.
And she, who's so intelligent, so subtle, so Feminine, so playful, knew how to feel it in me!
Exhibition ///
Playfully, she takes me by the hand to the front of the cross.
I remove just my top, as she wishes, and so I'm wearing my black corset, the lace shorty, my cuissardes, and my collar with its leash.
“Oh, now I will be able to play with your breasts! ”, she exclaims, when she sees the barbells which have replaced the rings placed by D'Ange, as he is no longer my D/.
In fact, D'Ange is sitting at the end of the room, and even if I had wanted —before coming to the party— to be whipped in front of him, once Caly said to me “You can give me your ass," I didn't think about anything but her, even if this other desire became subliminal.
Philippe and Ôda are there too, sitting closer on the couch, with their “things," as well as other friends and guests in the dungeon.
What a delicious feeling to be attached, hands and feet, to the cross by Caly! I am her prey, her captive, and exhib'.
I close my eyes, and breathe.
A rain of double martinets falls on my back, rapid, like steps of the salsa, covering all my back, my ass and thighs, awakening my skin, warming it. Strong blows on my shoulders dominate me, and Caly took possession of me.
I love to feel her strength and her will. She comes close to me, her hand caresses my shoulder, and she asks me to arch my back.
I slide down, stretching my arms, lowering my hands, but she wants me to arch even more, and I slide and arch my back to the maximum.
In two authoritative and sexy movements, she pulls my shorty up between my cheeks. I think I heard her tell me to move, so I undulate, lascivious. Her hand is placed on the hollow of my back. With a furtive glance under my arm, I see that she's holding a black latex cane!
I focus, as the cane, and the badine, are always a little difficult for me… I hold my breath… And the first taps start before the first stinging blow which resounds in my flesh.
I hear the crowd encouraging her with an “Olé!”. She's having fun with them, playing with her friends… “and this one is for Ôda…”
I take the blows, and the pain increases…
How many times, I don't know!!
With another furtive glance, I see Caly changing the cane for a badine, which whistles with intention on my ass…. reddening them, making her imprints.
Caly looks at me under my arm, she's radiant and smiling, “is everything ok? ”
“Yes! ”, I murmur, with a smile.
I straighten up.
Crackkk!!! Caly cracks her whip which licks its tongue very close to my ear, faster than the speed of sound, deafening. Another strikes my head. She's calculating the distance, but also, making a show, by cracking it several times by my ear. What an effect!!
I realize that I'm waiting for her whip with desire. So different than the first time at the end of June, when all of my being trembled inside, from head to toe, ending in tears.
Now, I know that she wants my skin, that through her whip she will skin me, tearing it for blood, or almost! I know that her marks will remain vivid for several days, and will disappear very slowly. In fact, some are still visible.
But now, I want them, I desire them.
A beautiful woman slips, slides herself between my body and the cross. It is Martine Métamorph'Ose.
“What are you doing here? ”, I ask her. She tells me that it's an additional game of precision and complicity. Caly's whip should not touch her.
“She's one of the best," she says to reassure me, cupping my face in her hands, pressing her thigh covered in leather against mine, in sensual warmth.
Caly strikes her whip on my shoulders, and this first blow makes me moan. Fire enters me, sharp, exact… why do I like this fire, why do I seek it?? Martine takes my head between her hands, comforting me.
Other strikes come, on my back, my hips, towards my breasts… My body dances in reaction to each bite, I'm timeless, I think of nothing except this link with Caly, the stinging bite of the whip, accepting the pain and waiting for the next blow, the surprise…
Each strike is the artistic drawing of her intention, zébrures et brûlures… I cry out, I twist, I remember nothing, the end is a little fuzzy, I'm surprised that it's already over…
I don't have the exact words yet to describe it, this is a new dimension for me, something different than my other experiences with the whip: the initiation with Philippe, the comprehension with Miss Cha. For sure, I wouldn't be able to survive Caly's whip, five years later, without this path already travelled.
Caly releases me and I turn around. I see D'Ange at the end of the room, he seems troubled, I think.
I embrace Caly, I murmur to her: “You got him out of my head," as I wasn't thinking of him at all, but only of her.
To be the triumph of her masterly power…
Postface ///
“The whip has a life of its own, doesn't it, princesse? ”, Caly affirms, stroking her whip.
Our session was a gift of complicity, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, my beautiful Caly, tout feu, tout flamme.
photo © DR
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