So in my last post I alluded to my thighs being rather messy and promised more info on that. The short version is, it had been a long time since I had REALLY been pushed hard with pain and I really needed to cry for awhile so this caning was going to be the catalyst for me to release a lot of pent up emotional pain. I asked Lady Catherine to cane me and told her that I really needed to “go deep”. She understood and was happy to accommodate. She is a truly good friend and a wonderfully skilled, wickedly sadistic woman. 🙂 It was Saturday night at Floating World. She asked if I would mind suspending her dear friend Sarah first and I was glad to do so, but I was less delighted with the idea of suspending her high above the dungeon floor and going off to get caned while she was still up there. Domme rule numero uno is that you NEVER leave someone alone in bondage.
Catherine assured me she had people spotting the scene. I was still more than slightly hesitant. Ok I was down right a bit freaked out and she knew it, and ohhh she loves to torment me and break rules. Questions raced through my head… what if I was too high after my caning to get her down safely? What if she got into trouble and I was otherwise distracted? What if I was too busy worrying about Sarah to be able to go where I needed to go with this caning? Then Frazier of The Crucible (who happened to be head DM of the event) caution taped off the area, and parked himself beside us. I took a breath and knew he had our backs and that Sarah and Catherine and I were all in very good hands. (Thank you so much Frazier!)
Sarah was a delight to rig. She is slender and flexible and loves to be seen. I got her up and she began to stretch and spin and twirl “Cirque du Soleil” style in the rope. The rigging I gave her allowed a fair bit of movement and freedom and she was exquisite to watch, so I did for a few moments.
Then Catherine and I came together and looked into each others eyes, holding hands. I took a deep breath and began to cry. I had been holding it in long enough and it was time to let it go. I lay down on the massage table (which was covered with my sheepskin.. mmmm yummmm) and settled in for a long sweet caning. I think Catherine came loaded for bear, <grin> because she did not exactly ease me gently into it, and still I took the intense strokes and wanted more. She caned me on the table for awhile but said I was “eating those strokes like candy” so she then invited me to my feet and went after the front of my thighs. Holy shit! That really smarts folks!! She had me slide into a supported “chair” position using the scaffolding of the suspension rig to support my weight with my arms and she nailed my thighs over and over and over with the cane and I sobbed and wept and howled into the night. It was like letting some flood gates open and fully diving into the pain. It hurt so much but atthe same time it was so damn good, so cleansing and freeing. I was flying and crying and connecting to Catherine and saying good bye to someone I loved very dearly all at the same time.
When we concluded, she brought me to kneeling below Sarah and we closed with a sweet little connected ritual and I was actually surprisingly clear. 🙂 I brought Sarah down and unrigged her smooth as silk, cleaned up the broken bits of cane carnage that surrounded us and my Brett helped me pack up and move the table back where it came from. Then I started to admire the aftermath. My thighs NEVER looked like that before. Here it is a full week later and I am still pretty damn colorful. I was tempted to take a few photos but that sort of thing is only really attractive to pain sluts and the people who mark them. 😀 Speaking of which, Lady Catherine blogged about the experience as well on her “Fetlife” journal here: http://fetlife.com/users/905/posts/11164 but you have to be a “Fetlife” member to read it. Ok that pretty much sums it up for me today. I’ll pop back soon… Suze
