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CHERRY POPPING
The night before the shoot, right before I went to bed, I started getting a little nervous. It was 5:00 in the a.m., and I was a bit tired. "Cherry," I told myself, "you just need some sleep to restore your mind to its natural state." I took my own advice, and upon awakening, felt much better; I was actually excited for the show.
You see, I’m usually the dominant one; I am a professional domina. I did have one lover three years ago whom I switched with, but that was about the extent of my excursions into submission. And he was nowhere near as severe or experienced as pd. So the prospect of being on the receiving end of the pain to such a qualified top made me shiver with anticipation.
10:00 pm came rather quickly. Standing there in front of the cameras, knowing that you were all watching, anticipating the show as much as I was made me extremely excited. I am an exhibitionist by nature, so the thought of so many eyes on me was very pleasing.
As I was made to stand on one leg, arms tied behind my back, I felt my body begin to weaken. My mind soon followed suit. I began to tremble. I wondered if my leg would buckle under the strain? It was such a relief when I was allowed to switch to the other leg. (Thanks!)
When I saw the ball gag coming, I was not a happy camper; I don’t exactly like my jaw feels when wearing one. But that was nothing - the real challenge came with the addition of the 10 LB weight. I had to suffer through it or rip out my nipple rings. And then came the first of many tears. I started to feel very surrendered. I was heading into the sub zone. Holding the weight with my mouth was the worst part for me since it was constant strain, not staggered like the forthcoming electric play or caning.
Electricity is something that I had never experienced, but have often masturbated to. I shared this secret with Pd immediately wondering if I had made a mistake. Thanks to Ghost’s lovely suggestion, I got to straddle a copper pole, trying like hell not to touch it. As it grazed my inner thighs I thought, "This isn’t so bad." But when it hit my inner labia I shrieked - it was a very intense pain. But the endorphins it released in me made the temporary pain worth it. I was also happy to be fulfilling one of my fantasies.
I’ve also thought about sewing my mouth shut. As a photographer, I thought it would make a cool visual, sort of a "speak no evil’ kind of motif. So we decided go with it. What I didn’t know was that there was to be an electric current attached to it. It wasn’t so bad in the mouth except when it hit my teeth - that felt really strange.
Next was what I call the "little dick" contraption. I felt very vulnerable shackled in like that with my engorged clit exposed for play. When I saw the vibrator in PD's hand I was stoked. I knew I was gong to orgasm quickly. Not only was I way turned on, but my entire clit (which by most standards is pretty large) was available for manipulation. But I made a little mistake. I forgot to ask permission to come. I couldn't believe it, as I make people beg for release all the time! Guess I’m not used to being on the begging end.
I thought that the session was over after my onslaught of orgasms. I felt relief for a second until I realized that I was going to get some more electro-torture. My clit was hypersensitive at this point, and my mind was sufficiently fucked. The electricity on the clit hurt like hell, on the breasts it wasn’t so bad. I thought pd took pity on me on the last shock to the clit (boy, do I remember that scream!), but instead got another surprise when pd made me get off the seat and take more canings. (Next time I’ll definitely remember to ask permission first!). At this point I had long been in the zone. I was a total captive of pd’s whims. When he told me that he was going to cane me all the way up each leg at one-inch intervals and then I’d be done, I was happy. "I’m almost there," I thought. But it was mingled with a little sadness (sade-ness?) that my session was almost done.
When he was finally done with me, I not only felt relieved, but very accomplished. I was done. I had gotten through it. No matter what I felt on Saturday night, I knew I had to deal with it, because I wanted to take it. I wanted to prove myself, to please you all, to make pd happy, and also make myself happy. Physical pain is temporal, fleeting. I learned this by getting so many tattoos. If something that you really want hurts you, your mind forces you to suffer through it. And you are stronger for having gotten through it.
All of your support during the show helped as well. Knowing that you were all enjoying my suffering, that you all thought it was beautiful, helped to carry me through it. Afterwards in the chat hearing from you all what a great job I did, offering me words of encouragement and support, made me feel like a million bucks. I was ecstatic.
Most people don’t understand our world. They think we’re evil sadistic fuckers who enjoy other’s pain. Okay, so maybe they’re a bit right. But what they fail to grasp is that we enjoy it because the sub enjoys it too. What we do is consensual. Limits may be tested, but they’re always respected. We are a caring and supportive community. I really felt the love from you all. Thank you.
In the last 18 hours I've masturbated 4 times thinking about the show, and all sessions have ended in intense orgasms. I am happy to have found the Insex community and am looking forward to more exploration of both my submissive and dominant sides.
And speaking of sides, the canings I took certainly have left their marks not only on my psyche, but also on my backside. I probably won’t be wearing short shorts for a little while, but today I am wearing an outfit that shows a few of my calf marks. And who knows - maybe someone will come up to me on the street and whisper in my ear "Nice cane marks." And then maybe I’ll have a new friend. :)
LOL,
Cherry
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