It's kind of a joke amongst dominants. We enjoy saying it to the S-types and then laughing maniacally. Generally it's about as honest as the saying that a true dominant always tests everything out on themselves first. Yeah right. *lol* If you're in MY dungeon, YOU are going to be the guinea pig. Not me. So last weekend (Labor Day weekend) I had slave richard bent over and cuffed to my iron spanking bench. (It's adjustable, and it's extremely heavy; just right for those willful male slaves who think they're doing *me* a favor by submitting.) This wasn't a session I had planned; he just happened to be there, and I had just received two matching hot pink and black floggers the day before and I was dying to try them out! I can report that they are perfectly balanced and a joy to work with.
We began with just a light double flogging session, and things were going very well. As I got further into it, the energy of the power exchange was palpable. When I put the penis gag in his mouth to muffle his moans, I could tell he was already in sub space and I could do whatever I wanted. I did whisper that line to him (this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you) but I'm not sure he even heard it where he was. : )
The flogging got harder and more intense. I alternated flogging with a riding crop and a "pussy whip". *lol* I was really getting into it, and kicked my heels off. (six inches on a five foot two domme can throw off your balance when you're deep into a scene.) After a few more intense blows I moved to the front to whisper a few more sweet nothings in his ear. (my voice is all it takes to excite him, but the whip is a fun extra) then quickly moved back to continue the torture.
That's when it hit me. Well...I hit it. I ran into the iron spanking horse with all the force my little toe next to the pinky toe could. I didn't even have a safeword. I am not the type of Mistress who uses yelling and cursing to get my point across, but this was a special exception. I said words that would make the raunchiest porn star blush, and some they probably haven't even invented yet!
I was able to finally uncuff Richard, and he helped me upstairs. I'm pretty sure I broke that toe, but there was no use going to the doctor, because there's nothing they can do about a broken toe. The next day my entire left foot was black and blue. (Kind of like Richard's ass) So I've been limping around all week, glaring at my new fall boots and wondering when I will get to break them in. (so to speak)
Every day gets better, and stairs are getting easier, but it will probably be quite some time before I whisper those words to another slave boy. The pain is still all too real...
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