An Night in Fetish Land

Mistress and I ventured out to Paddles over the weekend–for our monthly agreed upon fet-night and some time together where we can both do something we enjoy.  I have to admit, from the trepidation the first time Mistress and I went to Paddles to last night my perspective has changed–and I now look forward to going (wish it were less than a $25/pp cover but that is a different story).

The night @ Paddles started out strangely–and kind of kept that theme going straight through.

Mistress likes to get there early so she can camp out in her favorite spot, so we left her place and got to Paddles around 915–the problem was that doors open at 10.  So, we had some time to kill.  Generally in NYC not a huge problem except Mistress was wearing her Prada’s and really could not do much NYC walking.  So, I went up 26th St. and got Mistress a nice salad from .Chipolte

Man does that smell.  It was torture sitting in the car with Mistress eating that salad.  So chipolte became the running joke for a safe word for the night.  A quick word about safe words–I have never used a safe word, and I truly believe at this point with Mistress its not really needed. I think she is so attuned to our dynamic she would know just how far to push.

Inside, Mistress and I ran into a friend and we spent some time catching up.  Then came some play.  Mistress was feeling a bit punchy I guess–because with my hands shackled over my head, Mistress spent more time spanking and punching then she did flogging and whipping–this is not to say there was none of that.  Special attention was paid to breast torture–which meant Mistress was in front of me most of the time–so we got some intimate time in.

For anyone watching, it must have seemed strange–Mistress and I enjoy play time, and tend to laugh and giggle a lot.  Not what anyone who watches D/s porn would expect to see.

It was also a slave auction night or something like it in Paddles–I am sure the event is generally better than what was displayed Saturday night (at least I hope it is).

I guess each person or couple who came in got some Paddles money–and at some point Goddess Lana ran an auction.  Subs (and some dom/mes) signed up.  Mistress threatend to put me up for auction–but then a Domme I had an on-line aquaintance with that ended badly showed up and Mistress cancled that plan.

So, Mistress had our Paddles money and did her thing during the auction. When she won someone, she went to go pay–and was talked into putting herself up for auction–with our Paddles money in hand.  Now everyone got $1.16M Paddles dollars on entry, and Mistress had just spent $8k on someone. So, I had no money in hand, and started bidding on Mistress-then came the $1.16M bid-what could I do, I was done.

So Mistress was bought by one sub, and had mercy bought two others–so they were on the floor in the back as I watched things unfold.  One was a little lost (best description I can come up with) and Mistress ended up releasing him–just could not follow even the simplest of orders.

The other two seemed more experienced, and Mistress did some whipping and flogging.

The one thing Mistress didn’t get to do was show off her signature whip flick–so we camped out on a couch for a bit and waited for the main stage at Paddles to open–except there was a fem-sub up there, with her owner working her over pretty good–an hour or so later–Mistress and I had spent a lot of quality cuddle time on the couch instead.

Back in the Saddle Again

Oh what a night.

And I am not really sure why I am making arcane song references other than I feel really good about the night Mistress and I had last night.  I think it may have been what we both needed to “clear our heads” some of the issues and kind of go back to basics of our relationship.

As I mentioned yesterday (at my suggestion), Mistress and I began instituting a ‘fetish night” into our relationship.  Its a chance to step out of GF/BF and just be Mistress and sub.

So, all through the day, Mistress would taunt me text messages to be ready. I was told to be on highest of protocol and arrive at Mistress’ house fully cleaned inside and out.  This would mean I could expect some anal play.  As I was heading to Mistress’ house she further taunted me by telling me she had some stuff in mind.

When I arrived, Mistress was stunning (she always is, but last night in particular), with her leather corset, leather panties, black sheer stockings and prada boots.  I stopped the drool long enough to bow before her and present her the roses I bought for her and the hair spray she instructed me to arrive with.

After some greetings and boot worship, Mistress had me get  a towel out and assume a doggie position to “remind me who the bitch is” in our relationship.  This was a prolonged anal session that included my taking her cock in my ass, and stretching me out.  One of the nice things about how Mistress and I can play is that its not necessarily what you would call straight forward.  For some reason, I found it kind of funny that as  Mistress would push her cock into me, I could not keep my balance.  Deeper went the cock, and the further forward I would go.

I can tell you, my ass is still hurting on the inside from this.

After a clean up, it was off to Paddles.  I was carrying Mistress’ bag of canes and floggers and a second bag.  In that was my collar and leash, some sections of rope, a whip and Mistress’ still with tags on London Tanners collection.

I could only guess what was in store.

Upon arrival at Paddles Mistress staked out her favorite place–a throne in a corner of one of the side rooms.  There we spent some time chatting, some cuddling as Mistress let me hold her in her corset and just bask in her presence.  There was a small following of subbies around–Mistress kind of likes the attention, so its OK.

After a cup of coffee, it was time to get down to business.

Out came the London Tanners tools, down went my pants and over a spanking bench I went.  Admittedly, I am not much of a public player-but this was for Mistress and for us so eagerly I awaited what was coming.

So, here is where I have to admit perhaps I finally found my way to sub-space (or at least my little version of it).  I can’t really tell you what order the implements were used. I know the Rats Tail was in the middle and the Tawse (I think) was last.

The way the bench and the mirror was lined up, I really could not see what was coming at me. I could only see the crowd that had gathered.  And in what was an incredibly weird event during all of this, one of the would be males who was asking Mistress to serve her was doing a play by play and color commentary.

I am not sure how long all of this went on-I think north of 20 minutes though, and I have the bruises outside my ass to prove it (combined with the fucking I got last night my ass really hurts).  The full arsenal though was unloaded.  And yes, the Rats Tail still hurts like a MoFo.

Mistress is great during this though-she has just the right read of my mood, and knows when I can use a little kiss, or a whisper of encouragement.  One thing I can say, it was incredibly easy to concentrate on Mistress even with a swelling crowd and the chatter going on.

Then out came the whip.  Now I know Mistress has been working on her catwoman throw, and with the audience, I was kind of expecting it–although not necessarily while I was on the spanking bench.  But with her usual skill, the whip began kissing my skin.  Again, I could not see immediately behind me but go abut :40 in on this, and you can see the throw–

Mistress says she did 4 of them–my back has the bruises to prove that.

Then out came the cane. Mistress likes to mark my ass, as a not so gentle reminder of who it belongs to, and a constant reminder to me of her presence in my life.

Again, as the lashes came I could here the gasps of some of the audience-they must have been hard. I know they hurt.  Then came  a newer touch-the rapid fire caning.  Easily 15-20 lashes in rapid fire over a 30-45 second period, focused in a single spot.  That drove me right into the mirror in front of me, but I kept my ass out for Mistress to manipulate.

After a quick drink and snack at the bar and a tour around Paddles we went back into the side room.  There a Domme in training was working on a tranny slaves ass and a couple of other scenes were being played out.  While Mistress was talking to a tranny Top friend of hers, I watched a not-so elegant flogging session and a Mistress kicking her subs balls.

The tranny Top and bottom were an interesting couple, as I like to say the nice thing about the scene is there is room for everyone.

I think things went well, because back at Mistress’ we easily fell naked into one-anothers arms for what was the perfect ending to a great night out.

Thank you Mistress for having me, for putting up with me and for loving me.

Thriving and Surviving….

Well, trip one to Paddles complete.  The net score: love my Mistress; i think i did more than just survive; had some fun; would do it again.

Probably the best place for me to start the detail is to first offer my deepest thanks to my Mistress, Maitresse Scarlette Stangata. i think i am incredibly lucky to be able to say i love Her.  Realistically, going to Paddles was to please my Mistress (its just not something i would do if left to my own devices). And to be honest the biggest concern i had was would i let Mistress down? Would i embarass Her? Would She not be proud of me?

i think (and believe me i asked several times) i succeeded.

The evening started at Mistress’ apartment. As i got to the door, Mistress swung it open, greeting me in Her patent Prada boots, super short skirt, string of faux pearls around Her neck and a tight top that showed off Her magnificent cleavage.  i have to admit, all i have been thinking about since monday night is eating Mistress-mmmm.

After a proper greeting and multiple orgasms it was off to Paddles. I am a native New Yorker, and Mistress has adopted NYC as Her home. i drive, Mistress does not.  In the year we are together, we have never driven into NYC-there is a fundamental mindset that really stops me from doing it. Its so much easier to get around on the subway and in a lot of cases-better. Plus i was admittedly really nervous-and driving in NYC usually prompts me to drop f-bombs.  This trip was no different, although Mistress sternly asked me to stop.

We arrived at Paddles shortly before 10, and it looked like the placea was in transition from some sort of seminar to the club for the evening. Mistress had a cup of coffee and a soda at the bar, while affixing my collar and leash.  A friend of Mistress, a cross-dresser named julian joined us, and we were into the evening’s fun.

Mistress decided i was to be first up for a whipping on what is “center stage” at Paddles. Its an elevated platform in the main room.  Locked in, hands over head and blindfolded i was now at Mistress’ mercy.  One of the yin/yang type aspects of our relationship is that i am not a masochist to Her sadistic streak. But i completely trust Mistress to push me to the next level (hence the trip to Paddles) and to do so with love and safety.

In what is admittedly a quirk about my submission, i do not really hit that “sub-space” that some people hit…or at least not in the way julian hit it later in the evening.  For me, i use my devotion and love for Mistress to push myself. i want to please Mistress. i want Mistress to be proud of me. i will not let Mistress down is my mantra.

So, we started. And i really do not know how long i was on the stage. i think just over an hour, but just a best guess. Mistress started with a warm up. It was flogger, followed by paddle, followed by crop.  But the evening was about Mistress and Her singletail.

Mistress and Her singletail is kind of how the whole Paddles outing came to be. One night we were talking about whippings, and Mistress said She wanted to do more whippings and Paddles was the place for it. Mistress has a four foot singletail, and i recently bought Her a three footer.  She has practiced including on me and tonight was the show night.  Plus Mistress wanted to show off for some of the “regulars” at Paddles who pissed Her off last time She was there.

i won’t lie, it fucking hurt. But Mistress was her caring self, and pushed me along the way.

After, Mistress moved to Her throne in a secondary room at Paddles, and some boot worship commenced.  As Mistress and i kissed and caressed some, julian was worshipping Mistress’ boots.

After a bit, it was julian’s turn on the stage. Since it was not my scene per-se, i won’t go into a lot of detail, but i will say julian did a nice job in taking the whipping from Mistress. It was also a chance for me to see something Mistress has pointed out to me often. i tend to have tough skin.

Mistress was no more than three strokes into julian’s whipping when there was broken skin.  this mornign, my back has some bruises and welts, but no broken skin.  Interesting.

i can honestly say, i met some interesting folks last night, had a good time with my Mistress-and most of all showed my Mistress the depth of my devotion to Her.

Thank You Mistress….we should go back.

Even my Shins are Sweating….

So, i made a very unique discovery yesterday, one that even shocked me. It is possible for your shins to sweat.

This discovery came at the end of a great day with my Mistress. One that honestly affirms how much i love Her and how much i want to be with Her.

For the first time we spent the night together-and while there was not much in the way of sleep, it was a great night.  we then went to work together, parting at the 57th street subway station. A little after 5 we re-connected at Her place.

The plan was to have some dinner, relax some etc.  So after soem cuddling, and talking about the day that was, Mistress thought it would be a good thing to prepare me for an event She is planning on Saturday.  So, off went my shirt and a warm-up flogging followed by a solid whipping ensued.

Now two things to keep in mind:  1) i am not a masochist. Mistress is a sadist, and i do this for Her pleasure. 2) i sweat a lot.

Bare topped with my khakis still on, i took the whipping (and yeah it hurt).  And the sweat poured off. In fact there was a little sweat puddle where i was standing. As i said, i sweat a lot.

After the whipping, Mistress wanted a foot rub. Mistress has a specific foot cream She likes rubbed in, so i asked if i could remove my pants to keep them from getting oily from the lotion.

And that’s when i discovered-sweat stains at my shins. Both of them. Even my shins sweated. i did not think that was possible.

So to recap a great monday: i love my Mistress deeply; we had a great sunday night/monday morning; we had a great monday evening; i think i will not embarass Her at the event on saturday; and my shins sweat.

Some good lessons in there.