As part of my BDSM
research I’ve been interviewing submissives. One of these was a woman new to
the Scene. When the questions turned to flogging, her description of her first
flogging was expressed so well that I decided to give it a separate platform.
Thank you, M, for sharing such a delicious experience with us.
So, starting at the beginning. Being asked to hand over my panties before heading to the dungeon threw me off-balance (no doubt His intent). Never having seen a private dungeon before, that was amazing and a little intimidating. Being in a large crowd of strangers seems easier than in close proximity to a smaller group - less anonymity. This was to be just an introduction to flogging.
So, starting at the beginning. Being asked to hand over my panties before heading to the dungeon threw me off-balance (no doubt His intent). Never having seen a private dungeon before, that was amazing and a little intimidating. Being in a large crowd of strangers seems easier than in close proximity to a smaller group - less anonymity. This was to be just an introduction to flogging.
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| First flogger |
First, He spoke very closely to my ear reminding me to relax and remember the "safe" words in case I needed to pause or stop the flogging. He also said that he would check on my condition regularly.
I was grateful that no one besides you were there with us, and that the beautiful music and lighting set such a sensual mood. When He started the flogging, it was soft, rhythmic and sensual, and always in time with the music. Strikes to my upper back, shoulders, and ass continued with variations in strength of impact and location. The feeling was pleasant, very relaxing and soothing. I focused on the recollection of His voice commands, the sensual music and the luxurious sensations of the flogging. My hands slowly uncurled and began to slide down the wooden frame I leaned upon.
When He changed floggers, He checked to see how I felt. The
sensations of the flogging changed with the texture and makeup of each flogger
- some soft and others harder. Occasionally, I would hear Him take a deep
breath and knew that what He was doing took strength. Concentration and a
focused effort that was exhausting. I don't remember all of it as I seemed to
slip into a fugue, leaning my head on the cross and locking my legs to keep my
knees from buckling. The flogging impact level increased, but I did not find it
painful. It felt like a wonderfully relaxing massage.
When He finished, I was wrapped in a blanket and pulled into His lap, curled into a little ball with my head on his shoulder, sated and foggy. Water was offered and I just enjoyed the warm cuddle while I came back to awareness of my surroundings. I continued to feel relaxed and foggy for sometime afterward.
When He finished, I was wrapped in a blanket and pulled into His lap, curled into a little ball with my head on his shoulder, sated and foggy. Water was offered and I just enjoyed the warm cuddle while I came back to awareness of my surroundings. I continued to feel relaxed and foggy for sometime afterward.
What a lovely experience.
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Photos of his personal equipment courtesy of Wise Protector. He obviously used these floggers with great effect on today's writer. Wise is in demand as a presenter of workshops and demonstrations in the greater Delaware Valley area. He has given his "Flogging 101" class several times at Philadelphia's Sexploratorium as well as many other venues. For more information on scheduling a workshop, contact him at wise@bdsmandlove.com or via his website, www.bdsmandlove.com
~~ Cris Anson




