Caning at home on Tuesday
On Tuesday Arecee gave me quite a caning. At first she just had me laying on the edge of the bed, tapping lightly. A couple minutes into it, I asked if I could be bound. She said yes, and stopped to grab bondage gear.
I figured she'd just put my arms behind my back, using the shoulder to wrist restraint. Indeed she did. Then she went back to the bondage drawers and was digging out something else. Turned out to the be ankle binder... the big padded one that holds my lower legs tightly together. She also used chains to attach it tightly to the foot of the bed. Exciting. Then she went to the nightstand drawer, and came back over with the red ball gag, pushed it into my mouth and buckled it around the back of my neck. Oh, now I knew I was really going to get it! A little scary (it's been a while since such a caning), but also quite exciting. I knew she'd do it.
She was tapping away again, much firmer this time, but still letting me adjust to it, warming me up a bit. It wasn't long until the rapid flicks of the cane were striking the backs of my legs pretty hard. She moved up and down, from just below my ass, striking farther and farther down close to the back of my knees. Damn, it's painful down there. Maybe the skin just wasn't as warmed up, but each time she went there, I'd start squirming... at least as much as I could, pulling my legs up maybe an inch or two before the strong chain would hold the leather around my ankles from going any higher.
She settled into striking in what felt like the same spot, over and over. I was panting, struggling lightly, constantly feeling my legs being held down in place by my ankles. It started hurting more and more, maybe from harder swings, maybe from the skin getting sore. The music played on and on endlessly. She increased the intensity even more, and between attempts at screaming past the gag, I could hear the cane make that light whistling sounds as it flies through the air before striking on my skin. So fast, in such a steady consistent rhythm.
Oh it really is amazing. The pain is intense, and her warm hand on my back pressing me down, and of course all the bondage gear holding me lets me struggle and feel safe, knowing everything will be ok. She soooo has me. I can feel her taking me to just the point of starting to panic from the pain, where indeed I try to scream. I'm so very glad she gives me the gag! The helplessness is so wonderful. I probably would say something, and the gag takes that away from me so nicely, giving her all the power to decide to take me farther, or back off a while to let me calm down. And of course she did push me right to screaming and struggling hard, then let off, and back to screaming. She's so very good for me, making all those decisions, taking me there again and again!
She stopped after a while. It was actually very good timing. Even though this damn cold is pretty much gone, laying face down with the gag in my mouth, screaming for maybe 20 minutes, maybe half an hour had made me a little congested. Nothing serious, but certainly a good time to stop. Could have kept going after a break.
It turned out to be getting a bit late, about 8:30 pm when we stopped. She'd spent the earlier part of the evening playing with some new stuff on her computer. We'd talked about doing strap-on fucking, but that didn't come up at the time. Instead, she wanted to get a bath in, and she also wanted dinner. She wasn't going to command me to cook, but she'd picked up ingredients for a pasta dish she really loves. It takes a while to prepare. I offered to cook it for her, trying to hurry so it wouldn't take to 10 pm. She agreed. Turns out, I got it all prepared in 30 minutes, and we watched part of a DVD while it simmered for the other 30 minutes.
It's looking like that'll be our only evening at home this week (not going out with friends for dinner all evening)... and we were both so very glad to slip in a little play time to our packed evening schedule!
I figured she'd just put my arms behind my back, using the shoulder to wrist restraint. Indeed she did. Then she went back to the bondage drawers and was digging out something else. Turned out to the be ankle binder... the big padded one that holds my lower legs tightly together. She also used chains to attach it tightly to the foot of the bed. Exciting. Then she went to the nightstand drawer, and came back over with the red ball gag, pushed it into my mouth and buckled it around the back of my neck. Oh, now I knew I was really going to get it! A little scary (it's been a while since such a caning), but also quite exciting. I knew she'd do it.
She was tapping away again, much firmer this time, but still letting me adjust to it, warming me up a bit. It wasn't long until the rapid flicks of the cane were striking the backs of my legs pretty hard. She moved up and down, from just below my ass, striking farther and farther down close to the back of my knees. Damn, it's painful down there. Maybe the skin just wasn't as warmed up, but each time she went there, I'd start squirming... at least as much as I could, pulling my legs up maybe an inch or two before the strong chain would hold the leather around my ankles from going any higher.
She settled into striking in what felt like the same spot, over and over. I was panting, struggling lightly, constantly feeling my legs being held down in place by my ankles. It started hurting more and more, maybe from harder swings, maybe from the skin getting sore. The music played on and on endlessly. She increased the intensity even more, and between attempts at screaming past the gag, I could hear the cane make that light whistling sounds as it flies through the air before striking on my skin. So fast, in such a steady consistent rhythm.
Oh it really is amazing. The pain is intense, and her warm hand on my back pressing me down, and of course all the bondage gear holding me lets me struggle and feel safe, knowing everything will be ok. She soooo has me. I can feel her taking me to just the point of starting to panic from the pain, where indeed I try to scream. I'm so very glad she gives me the gag! The helplessness is so wonderful. I probably would say something, and the gag takes that away from me so nicely, giving her all the power to decide to take me farther, or back off a while to let me calm down. And of course she did push me right to screaming and struggling hard, then let off, and back to screaming. She's so very good for me, making all those decisions, taking me there again and again!
She stopped after a while. It was actually very good timing. Even though this damn cold is pretty much gone, laying face down with the gag in my mouth, screaming for maybe 20 minutes, maybe half an hour had made me a little congested. Nothing serious, but certainly a good time to stop. Could have kept going after a break.
It turned out to be getting a bit late, about 8:30 pm when we stopped. She'd spent the earlier part of the evening playing with some new stuff on her computer. We'd talked about doing strap-on fucking, but that didn't come up at the time. Instead, she wanted to get a bath in, and she also wanted dinner. She wasn't going to command me to cook, but she'd picked up ingredients for a pasta dish she really loves. It takes a while to prepare. I offered to cook it for her, trying to hurry so it wouldn't take to 10 pm. She agreed. Turns out, I got it all prepared in 30 minutes, and we watched part of a DVD while it simmered for the other 30 minutes.
It's looking like that'll be our only evening at home this week (not going out with friends for dinner all evening)... and we were both so very glad to slip in a little play time to our packed evening schedule!