In the past, I had
I'm bound in some form or fashion when he uses it, which could be the reason I've opened up to it. I do love being tied up...*dreamy sigh*
But, it's more than that...
He is positively cruel. It's almost as if Daddy went away and brought in Master to take his place.
I wriggle, bobble, and yell, to no avail.
The wriggling only gives him different spots of skin to whack.
The bobbling only gives me a moment of reprieve.
I also find myself laughing from time-to-time, but it's not at all funny. Strange.
One evening, after a bit of wriggling, he used the leather side on my rear. The plug was in and, to my surprise, I came. It was pretty magical.
The last time, my hands were above my head and he held me to him...I'm pretty sure there wasn't one bit of skin on my ass that wasn't touched by that stick. I found it quite enjoyable in a really painful way. I was also impressed he could do that, it must have been awkward trying to hit me in such close proximity while holding on to me.
So, yeah, I've caught myself actually wanting more of it...
Mosts nights, I kinda, maybe, possibly...hope for it.
But it hurts! So I don't want it.