Very hard caning with Kay & Arecee!
About a week after the staples and lights, Arecee and Kay gave me a really hard caning. Very intense. Deep black marks on my thighs that lasted a whole week! Yes, this is now almost a full month ago... I'm that far behind on writing! But read on for the details of this much-harder-than-usual caning session we did.
After that flogging, Kay had asked if the three of us could play together, so she could learn more from Ar about how I react and how far she can go. We'd talked about arranging something at the dinner that night, and the initial plan had been to do something at the party where Ms A put those lights and staples on me (and Kay had a really hot play date with Oceanoracle that night too!)
The next week, at another party, we finally got the chance to play. Ar had been planning on caning. She bound my arms behind my back with the shoulder to wrist restraint, and they attached my ankles down. I was laying on top a combination massage table and cage, where the cage portion was underneath the padded table surface I was laying on. At first they used ropes, somehow threading the ropes through the buckles on the ankle binder and through the cage portion, maybe around the bars? I couldn't see exactly how they attached my legs down.
Arecee started caning me. Not softly, but still warmup. Soon it became intense. I knew pretty well where we going to go, though not quite how long or exactly how we were going to get there. The basic idea we'd talked about a week before was Kay wanted to see how much I can take, to see how much is my limit. Soon Ar was striking pretty hard and I was struggling. The rope they to attach the ankle binder came loose. I'd packed some chain in the toy bag, and they used that to keep my legs down on the table. No more coming loose.
Ar caned me pretty hard for a while, then let Kay have a chance. Kay wouldn't go nearly as hard, at least at first. After a while, Ar took back over. Lots of hard caning, struggling, some screaming and noise. After quite a while, Ar gave the cane back over to Kay, and again lighter. I was really into it by this point and asked for harder. Oh what a slut I can be! That was what Kay needed, well, together with Ar insisting she should go harder. Finally Kay was swinging away with the cane, pretty hard, over and over. Seemed like it went on for quite a long time. I was really into the flying feeling, losing all track of time as usual. I was screaming and writhing back and forth, as much as possible on the table with my arms bound so tightly behind me. Ar lay across my back, holding me down in place as Kay kept up the hard caning, over and over and over again.
We'd been playing for a pretty long time, maybe half an hour. Nobody really kept track of the time that evening. Anyway, Arecee took the cane back, and somehow I just knew this was it. Sure enough, she started striking my thighs very, very hard. I screamed and thrashed. This was it, for sure. She was going to go past that point where I can just barely take it, well into the panic zone. Indeed I started panicking even though I knew well in advance we'd planned this. It just hurts so much, it's an utterly animal response. She gave me many hard strikes, maybe a dozen or two. It didn't last long, but it didn't need to. I screamed and yelled so very loud, thrashing as hard as I could, desperately trying anything to get free.
I truly would do anything to get free, to make it stop in those moments or panic. It's kind of a scary feeling. Knowing that the bondage is secure and strong to hold me no matter what is the only way. Usually we don't play to that point. She'll usually take me right up to it, just where I start to get pretty frantic, keep me right on that dangerous edge, and then let me come back down. The exact pain it takes probably depends on a lot of things, but there's definitely a threshold where I go from submissive but struggling and screaming to primitive thoughtless animal instinct response. I'm glad we can do it, and she can decide to take me there whenever we play, to whatever degree her whim may be at the time. We never negotiate if she'll take me there or not (with a scene like this for Kay being the exception). It's entirely Ar's decision, if she's tied me well enough, and when she does take me there she usually tells me she made the decision after we'd started playing. I'm so glad we have such a good understanding like that, that she can and sometimes does go that far, entirely at her whim as we play.
Anyway, back to this particular scene, Arecee stopped after just a little while. Was probably less than a minute of such vicious striking on my thighs. It takes me time to calm down, and I heard her talking with Kay a bit. Ar held me a while, and after I recovered back to a sane state, she untied me and put all the toys back in the bag and canes in their case. It wasn't too long until I could get up. When I got back up the stairs, I was still naked except for a thong. Somehow I was able to walk, even up the stairs, but clothes just hadn't occurred to me at all. It had gotten pretty late, and only a half dozen or so people were still sitting around in the social area.
The Purple Goddess was there, and she immediately noticed the red welts on my legs. I can't recall exactly what she said, but even she was quite surprised how marked up my legs were. There were large, highly raised red welts with broken skin. We headed home soon after that, and indeed I could feel them sitting in the car. The next day, the backs of my legs had large black marks all over my thighs, from above my knees to just under my ass. Some where even still red with broken skin. It looked pretty nasty. It was also really sore all day. For the next few days, I could feel it sitting down, though it wasn't that painful after the first day. The marks lasted a whole week. We rarely do caning so hard it leaves marks more than several hours. We don't know how much of it was all that hard caning for quite a long time versus the short burst of really viscous strokes at the end, or a combination of both. Whatever it was, this was much more caning that we usually do.
It was certainly a lot of fun! I'd gladly do it again.
After that flogging, Kay had asked if the three of us could play together, so she could learn more from Ar about how I react and how far she can go. We'd talked about arranging something at the dinner that night, and the initial plan had been to do something at the party where Ms A put those lights and staples on me (and Kay had a really hot play date with Oceanoracle that night too!)
The next week, at another party, we finally got the chance to play. Ar had been planning on caning. She bound my arms behind my back with the shoulder to wrist restraint, and they attached my ankles down. I was laying on top a combination massage table and cage, where the cage portion was underneath the padded table surface I was laying on. At first they used ropes, somehow threading the ropes through the buckles on the ankle binder and through the cage portion, maybe around the bars? I couldn't see exactly how they attached my legs down.
Arecee started caning me. Not softly, but still warmup. Soon it became intense. I knew pretty well where we going to go, though not quite how long or exactly how we were going to get there. The basic idea we'd talked about a week before was Kay wanted to see how much I can take, to see how much is my limit. Soon Ar was striking pretty hard and I was struggling. The rope they to attach the ankle binder came loose. I'd packed some chain in the toy bag, and they used that to keep my legs down on the table. No more coming loose.
Ar caned me pretty hard for a while, then let Kay have a chance. Kay wouldn't go nearly as hard, at least at first. After a while, Ar took back over. Lots of hard caning, struggling, some screaming and noise. After quite a while, Ar gave the cane back over to Kay, and again lighter. I was really into it by this point and asked for harder. Oh what a slut I can be! That was what Kay needed, well, together with Ar insisting she should go harder. Finally Kay was swinging away with the cane, pretty hard, over and over. Seemed like it went on for quite a long time. I was really into the flying feeling, losing all track of time as usual. I was screaming and writhing back and forth, as much as possible on the table with my arms bound so tightly behind me. Ar lay across my back, holding me down in place as Kay kept up the hard caning, over and over and over again.
We'd been playing for a pretty long time, maybe half an hour. Nobody really kept track of the time that evening. Anyway, Arecee took the cane back, and somehow I just knew this was it. Sure enough, she started striking my thighs very, very hard. I screamed and thrashed. This was it, for sure. She was going to go past that point where I can just barely take it, well into the panic zone. Indeed I started panicking even though I knew well in advance we'd planned this. It just hurts so much, it's an utterly animal response. She gave me many hard strikes, maybe a dozen or two. It didn't last long, but it didn't need to. I screamed and yelled so very loud, thrashing as hard as I could, desperately trying anything to get free.
I truly would do anything to get free, to make it stop in those moments or panic. It's kind of a scary feeling. Knowing that the bondage is secure and strong to hold me no matter what is the only way. Usually we don't play to that point. She'll usually take me right up to it, just where I start to get pretty frantic, keep me right on that dangerous edge, and then let me come back down. The exact pain it takes probably depends on a lot of things, but there's definitely a threshold where I go from submissive but struggling and screaming to primitive thoughtless animal instinct response. I'm glad we can do it, and she can decide to take me there whenever we play, to whatever degree her whim may be at the time. We never negotiate if she'll take me there or not (with a scene like this for Kay being the exception). It's entirely Ar's decision, if she's tied me well enough, and when she does take me there she usually tells me she made the decision after we'd started playing. I'm so glad we have such a good understanding like that, that she can and sometimes does go that far, entirely at her whim as we play.
Anyway, back to this particular scene, Arecee stopped after just a little while. Was probably less than a minute of such vicious striking on my thighs. It takes me time to calm down, and I heard her talking with Kay a bit. Ar held me a while, and after I recovered back to a sane state, she untied me and put all the toys back in the bag and canes in their case. It wasn't too long until I could get up. When I got back up the stairs, I was still naked except for a thong. Somehow I was able to walk, even up the stairs, but clothes just hadn't occurred to me at all. It had gotten pretty late, and only a half dozen or so people were still sitting around in the social area.
The Purple Goddess was there, and she immediately noticed the red welts on my legs. I can't recall exactly what she said, but even she was quite surprised how marked up my legs were. There were large, highly raised red welts with broken skin. We headed home soon after that, and indeed I could feel them sitting in the car. The next day, the backs of my legs had large black marks all over my thighs, from above my knees to just under my ass. Some where even still red with broken skin. It looked pretty nasty. It was also really sore all day. For the next few days, I could feel it sitting down, though it wasn't that painful after the first day. The marks lasted a whole week. We rarely do caning so hard it leaves marks more than several hours. We don't know how much of it was all that hard caning for quite a long time versus the short burst of really viscous strokes at the end, or a combination of both. Whatever it was, this was much more caning that we usually do.
It was certainly a lot of fun! I'd gladly do it again.