Daddy and I recently took and weekend trip to a BDSM themed vacation rental. It came equipped with a lot of equipment we normally wouldn't have access to, and a proper play room. After all the shit that's gone on in my personal life this past couple months, I was grateful for the getaway.
The first night was fun; light on the impact play, more focused on pleasure. The next day was much more intense. I was forewarned that the play this day would be heavy on impact(we do not typically discuss the coming scenes in detail; at best I usually will be given a vague Idea, but he likes to keep me guessing and I like to be surprised/taken off guard, so this works for us). It started vanilla enough, me riding him, and then as I had been at it a while and began to tire, my brat decided to come out to play.
I rolled off and laid on my back. Him telling me he didn't tell me to stop, and me being tired wasn't an excuse. I decided to commit to the defiance and see what happened. CNC is a kink I've been interested in for almost my entire life, but have yet to explore. This wasn't *exactly* CNC, but just a little taste with him using force as my brat refused to obey orders, and fuck it was hot!! Just some choking and threatening, and then once I nodded in submission, ordered to follow him to the play room. I knew once we got in there, I would likely be bound and not able to physically defy him from that point on, so I took my time walking to it and stopped to eat a candy, slowly, while smirking at him as he gave me *that* look.
*swoon, monsoon*
Once in there, it was exactly as I suspected. Bound and bent over, we now got into the heavy impact part of the night. I took as much as I was able to before safe-wording, and once unbound, collapsed to the floor crying uncontrollably. He had me get up and go with him to the bed. There he held me and I sobbed into his chest. Broken down, FINALLY able to release everything I had let build up inside me from all I'd been going through. This was exactly what I had needed and he knew that. I was and am grateful. I don't know why I let things build up so much inside me, or why it can often take extreme measures to get it out, but this cry while initiated by physical pain, was all pure naked emotion once the swats stopped. And the tears flowed and flowed.
When we left the next morning, I was a new woman, refreshed, recharged, renewed, restored. This was a few weeks ago now but the impact remains.