Last night, T and I went to a demo which was followed by a private party. There were quite a few people I hadn’t seen in a while, so that felt wonderful. And there was cake. Fantastic, creamy, strawberry-and-chocolate cake.
T took me to the dungeon area and had me strip. She was admittedly feeling more sadistic than normal, and it showed. Lots of ball-kicking, face slapping, ball-kicking, biting, ball-kicking, scratching, and ball-kicking. Ow. It was a bit warm in the dungeon though, and I can’t take as much pain in the heat for some reason. It’s always been that way. Still, she made me hurt. And she carved me up quite nicely using knives and her fingernails:
Afterward, she brought me over to a spanking bench and caned me, followed by paddling. She reddened my ass rather thoroughly. This morning, I noticed a semi-faint yellowish bruise over my left eye. I could tell people I got in a barfight if anyone asks, though I really doubt anyone will notice. Or simply say it was friendly fire.
We got quite a few compliments on the scene, and some people were irritated that they missed it. That’s always a wonderful compliment.