Yesterday my Dom asked me to flog him, well actually we were having an intimate and emotional moment when he slid the belt into my hand. I looked at him perplexed, asking him why he was giving me his belt. I have never enjoyed inflicting pain on others, I'm a masochist, not a sadist. My Dom has only ever been a sadist, so at first I was wondering what kind of trickery is this? Is this a test or some form of punishment?
I had been told to go to bed 10pm that night as we had an early morning, but I'd stayed up until 2am waiting for him to come home, punishment made sense, but this seemed far fetched as punishment.
After some hesitation I climbed off the bed and ordered him to lay on his stomach. I pulled his jeans down below his bottom so his raw flesh was on display, waiting for the belt to colour his skin.
The first two times I flogged him were hesitant but then something strange happened and I entered another state, trance like...and I wanted rhythm...so then the flogging became more disciplined, one....two....three....four...each lighting his derrierre red...five....six....seven....eight...he drew in a sharp breath and buried his head into the pillow...
Had he had enough already? Surely not? My strong, powerful Dom! I had taken floggings far worse than this, in the hundreds without using a safe word...I remembered something, he had no safe word.
I crouched down beside his head and stroked his hair and asked him if he'd had enough, he turned and pulled me in tight, kissing me.
He told me he'd learned something and that he should be more careful when punishing me but I told him, unlike him, I enjoy pain. I told him I love the feeling as the belt connects, biting at my skin and the intensity as the cane comes down cracking across my bottom. That my mind reels and spins as it flies and swirls, dancing with all my demons, releasing them with every crack, thud and snap and setting me free.
I felt pleased though that this hadn't been some cruel punishment, although now I wonder if I'm on the sadist spectrum as there was something...strangely pleasant about watching the belt land, the skin flush and his sharp intake of breath. I could have gone on longer if he'd wanted me to.
As I laid back down next to him, and he held me tightly and lovingly in his arms, a beautiful sense of peace came over me...I felt equal to him...I submit to him by choice, my gift to my love...but I could just as easily give pain instead.
