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Medieval 2: L "suffers" again

T: after quite a while, we both wanted a long, very long scene, which allows you both enough time to create, enjoy and absorp very intensive feeling, and also lets you to calm down in the end. In between, we wanted some time to make some more pictures (L is an exhibitionist, she gets aroused by the camera clicking, I become aroused when she gets aroused and moreover, some of the resulting photos become the contents of this web :-). But I digress... one weekend, I contemplated my options for some 5 minutes, then I put together a mental list of what we like and what we love, I selected the things which we love and which are very intense, or require longer time to start (there are some elements of the scenes which you cannot start doing right away - your partner and even you need some time to "heat up"). I also thought about the practices, which we do not do very often, and some, which we never tried before, but both wanted to try.

And when the time came (we had a whole weekend for ourselves), I knew that it would be possible to realize our fantasy. We had started on the Friday evening - locking of the collar, few shorter scenes, which were superb, beautiful D/s in between them, and most of all - "sparks flew between us" all the time. And this was the moment - I covered her eyes with a blindfold, command her to kneel in the center of the room, then I leave her for a while, prepare some gear, then I come to her silently, unnoticed, touch her, fond her, increasing her passion... Then I leave her once more, prepare our playroom, the stairway leading there. And I return to her once more, tug the D-ring on her collar; the is following me...

...walking downstairs to the dungeon.

L: An afternoon siesta. We are sitting in our chairs and enjoying doing nothing. It is after lunch. It seems that nothing happens, but we both knew what was coming. We chatted, had fun, provoking each other. And were looking forward to the moment. Stay put, he ordered me. I keep sitting, waiting, not moving a finger. He leaves. I am so happy - we will visit the dungeon again. He comes back to assure me that the preparation will take more time than usual. Maybe he just came back to check whether I am observing his order... I smile, as I am sure I obeyed him fully. If only the middle finger of my right foot was not itching so much! He leaves again and in a minute comes back - for me! I know that - his steps are meaner, he hurries towards me. I feel the tug of the D-ring on the collar. After those minutes of sitting, even comfortable, I feel stiff. I tumble to my feet. I get blindfolded and partly walking, partly falling, I move forward. We passed through the door to the staircase; he lifts my blindfold for a moment. I love the sight - Medieval times are back - the candles, the smell... He knows what I like, what arouses me...

I've already learnt that it has to be about sex.

T: As I wrote repeatedly in several articles at my web site, I prefer the mental, D/s, facet of bdsm in general. L is more straightforward and loves physical play. I have learnt to enjoy it and work with this fact in our scenes - if you look at the picture above, you can either see the D/s elements (the submissive kneeling), or SM (forced blow-job). You can decide for yourselves, what would work for you....

L: You have got me totally. I know I have fantasized about this many times, being ordered to do you well. I have lived this fantasy so many times, but reality is reality... I have started shaking all over and tried to work hard, and harder...

T: There are many kinds of kneeling - the submissive's welcome, i.e. kneeling with legs under the butt (when training my bitch, the same position follows the command "sit", but when my submissive, not the bitch, is kneeling, her hands are at her thighs, palms facing up. Then you can have "classical" posture kneeling, with hands at the nape of the neck, or a different kind - "on all fours", when the submissive must not break the position while being caressed, fondled, dropped over with hot wax, touched with ice...); of course, each error is corrected, and most of all, the submissive's will gets under your control - as the submissive is fully "submerged" in the flow of the scene, you can go on and on to reinforce your control over her - reinforce the mind programming. If you make an error, you can also end up in a sally of tears. It is hard to describe how it all works, and I certainly cannot make photos of it. You have to live the experience.

Kneeling on all fours was being practiced - with some caresses, some punishment, some harsh words, some sweet (almost) conversation of two people who know each other well and feel lots of feelings (the affections change so frequently during the scenes, or is it because the time is running so fast when we are in a scene?)

L: One of slower, easier moments during the scene. I can answer questions or just talk about what I feel. The only thing which is forbidden is breaking my position. After previous strong feelings I am so happy that I am allowed to just "absorb" what just happened. After a while, the adrenaline flows out, my legs ache, knees are bruised. No, I will not move. It all becomes very interesting - I fight myself not to move. Recently, I hated those inconvenient positions and broke them early. Now I love the challenge. Meanwhile, I hear you preparing something. I leave my previous thoughts behind and try to figure out what will come next.

Caresses, orgasm prohibited, then allowed, weights, needles....

T: L is still kneeling when I attach the clamps with weights onto her nipples. Then I command her not to come. I need her stop coming over and over and stop shaking all over. Pushing a needle deep inside her flash is much safer when she is still. Why needles? This is not a punishment - she held herself well up to the task - her position is still perfect, but her panting tells me that she truly wants to make the scene more intensive - now, things are possible, which could never work within shorter scenes. Therefore the needles, therefore everything which will follow.

L: Before I figure anything out, weights dangle from my nipples. The pain is intense. I start shaking, although I should not, as it will hurt me more. "Stop flouncing!" I try to calm down, but my body does not listen to me. Now a sharp needle point touches my skin. It moves around, finding the right spot where it will puncute my flesh. Then T withdraws his hand and in a second returns it, piercing my breast. And once again...

Position training 2.

T: When the submissive is uncontrollably shaking all over her body, you can safely do almost anything and be sure that she will like it. More intensive punishment can be administered, as the submissive already concentrates on you only and knows well what you ordered and how she deviated from the command. E.g. breaking the position - the submissive knows that she broke the position, moreover your voice told her so, and her brain accepts the information, nothing else (contrary to ordinary life or shorter scenes, when her ego is in control). She accepts the punishment as a matter of fact, identifying with it fully. To put it another way - she can fully enjoy her submissive side, without being limited by the society and its dogmas - e.g. "pleasure (even yours) is something you should rather regret than try to achieve"...

I have borrowed two pictures of the use of various "torture" instruments from our other scenes...

Torture pad.

New use for a barbwire collar.

L: T is exagerrating a bit. I am masochist as well and therefore the "torture" instruments inflict pleasure onto me :-) See how creative he can be. Is he abusing me and the tools, or misusing?

Licking.

T: Besides licking various parts of her body, I try to warm her ((why is she still shaking like hell?) by candle flame :-) If you are precise and fast, the flame can leave dark traces of unburnt wax on the skin, yet you do not harm your partner. The hair usually burns down, but no blisters are left. The flame also leaves nice trace on the photograph (those techie types can calculate the speed my hand was travelling while holding the candle - just measure the length of the flame's trajectory, divide by 0.5 second - shutter speed - and there you have it :-).

L: I am not sure whether he is joking again... I think I would stop shaking in an ice bath, nowhere else. No, I am not sure, maybe :-) I love candles, you can feel them, smell them, watch them... Finally, hot wax drips onto my body.

Kneel!.

T: From kneeling on all fours to sitting on her heels - I bind her arms behing her back. Then I remove the clamps and weights (sensitized for three upcoming days, that's sure :-) and withdraw the needles. A rivulet of blood flows from her left breast...

L: Oof! The weights were getting to me - gravity and shaking are a powerful combination. I have cried out loud when T was removing the weights. Needles were easy. Almost no pain. Tell me about a good scene! If there was no blood, I would almost not feel them being removed. There could be a bit more blood if my wish could control it.:-)

Sub to bitch transition.

T: I shout L's bitch name and she turns her palms (now paws) down. I attach a leash to her collar and change the spots which receive my attention. Rubs are meaner, and my words as well...

L: Being commanded around on a leash - walking of the dog. I manage to understand each command, not messing up. I run around a bit, return to his leg. There is no "Seek!" today, no bones were left after our lunch. I can bark, growl, we play and scramble a bit. Mix this with sweet rewards, touching fingers and words....

Hunch!.

T: Bruised knees need some rest. She was good, great. She deserves a longer break, cuddling, embracing, rest. When she relaxes, we can start again - walking by my side, some more commands, obeyed exactly. Then she can cuddle to my feet again.

L: That's how I relax, when in "bitch mode" and allowed to... Usually, I cuddle into a ball, but I like nice photos (do not forget, I am an exhibitionist). Normally, I am not stretched on cold dungeon floor; I love to wait for him under his work desk.

Caning.

Before ending the scene, there will be one more caning (on her request made the night before this scene). Canes are harsh - I have attach her bound arms to a hook in the wall and tie her ankles as well. You can imagine how the caning feels and looks (and can be heard), but I did not make any photos during the caning. After it ended, I took one photo, but the flash on the camera unexpectedly activated. Therefore I did a second shot. When manipulating the images on my PC, I mentioned how much smoke from the candles and torch there was in the dungeon - I think it is interesting to compare both photographs of the same situation

L: I was pleased - I never decline a spanking. If it is for a reward, the better. And this one was for a reward. The swish of the cane is hard to catch by the camera, so no photos. Otherwise, we both love to make pictures, as you can this way see what you cannot see during the scene (you see the scene from the dominant's or a bystander's perspective). Moreover, the pictures recall the situation and it feels so well to relive our scenes several times - when checking the camera contents using its LCD, then when dowloading to the PC, then when selecting what will be published on our web, and then once again when writing these short descriptions. (It is not the last occassion when we open them, believe me).

My body is flying.

T: The scene continued for over an hour and I have therefore asked L if she would manage something special I had prepared for her. She confirmed that she certainly would. I dressed her into red (shiny and see-through) plastic raincoat, one of our many fetishes, in which you can sweat so beautifully. And I suspended her from the ceiling. I can therefore work with her fear of unusual position (the suspension is safe, we use to say, but one never knows... ask those who fly parachutes or practice bungee jumping). This is even potentiated by bright and noisy flame coming from a gas torch.

The end of the scene was superb - suspended under the ceiling, unable to get free (due to arms handcuffed behing my back), swung into motion... Then a strange sound came (my eyes opened wide, my mouth was open as well, but no sound came), then I saw that he really holds the gas torch, moves closer to me (I screamed "noooooo") and then starts flicking the flame over my skin (to be precise, only those parts, which were not plastic-clad) - my response cannot be described.

Technical note - once again, it is interesting to compare the photograph with flash and without - especially the blue trace of the flame in the second photograph is wonderful and speaks for itself - this is the reason why I usually leave the lights and flash off and run our scenes in the candlelight only - the atmosphere is like in a dream.

L: I did not fear the strange and a bit dangerous position. No one can be truly sure if the buckles will break or not, but we believe that they will not break and a bit of adrenaline is more than welcome. Wearing high heels makes you immobile and unable to run away when you are on the ground. Being handcuffed when suspended does the same thing. I have expected the gas torch. We have talked the idea over, but you never believe that someone would try the gas torch on you. Unless he does. At least telling yourself that he would not do it makes you a bit calmer. But he did it. I screamed, floundered. And felt great inside. I love fear, if it is controlled. Much better than a horror movie.

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