boyDJ(masochist gender queer){When I'm i} |
6 years ago •
Sep 3, 2018
Musings on the past and the future
6 years ago •
Sep 3, 2018
boyDJ(masochist gender queer){When I'm i} • Sep 3, 2018
I went out today with the intent of buying a denim jacket and a new belt. I succeeded on the belt part, which I got from one of those "work Wear"type of store. It's the exact kind of belt I'm hoping to get spanked with sometime hopefully soon. And while thinking on that, I recalled past spankings, whippings & canings. Caning should actually be singular, because I got the cane only once from a guy named George who lived in a high rise on North Sheridan Road in Chicago. After stripping me naked, he gave it to me pretty respectably with my braided leather belt, then he escorted me to a closet where 3 canes were hanging and he instructed me to choose one. I picked the slimmest one. He said, "Good choice."
Then we went back to the bedroom where he used that on me to very good effect it STUNG like the dickens and it left vivid red welts. It was fantastic! But we were playing his role, not mine. I've always been of the mind that in order to feel the most helpless & vulnerable, I would have my blue jeans pulled down rather than off. You can't run very well with your jeans around your ankles - when you're naked, you can run. Just not outside. Subsequent emails with George taught me all I needed to know about him. I attempted to explain, respectfully, that this was the scene I desired, and that could he please accommodate that? He wrote back with all the rage of a bipolar alcoholic and told me never to contact him again. From that, I suspected that someday, he'll wind up killing someone who pisses him off. Then there was "Uncle Bill" who had a basement and he lived right over the Illinois-Indiana border. I visited him twice, and both times it was really satisfying - first time he used a whip of my own making - several 72" leather boot laces that I braided together. He stung me with that and left some vivid stripes, exactly what I was looking for. The second time, I started hinting at a "full body whipping," and undressed to allow that - no shirt and my blue jeans pulled down to my ankles. (Whenever I visit a Sir for this purpose, I don't wear underpants." And I grabbed some handles that were hanging from the ceiling. It was good, it hurt as it was supposed to, but it wasn't all that satisfying - he didn't whip me as hard as I wanted him to. Present day - I live in the Central Valley of California and finding a Sir here seems darn near impossible. But stranger things have happened, like, finding this site, so I won't give up. |
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