32 years since 1977
I turned 32 on Saturday. One of my work colleagues thought I didn't look 32, but there you have it.
One of the benefits for me that comes from living in Australia is the fact that the first Monday in October is a holiday, so I always have a long weekend on or near my birthday. I took the opportunity to spend the long weekend in Sydney.
Saturday morning meant brunch courtesy of Miss Lis. Kinkycatlady and Jewish Cowgirl also came by and the four of us sat around the table accompanied by a photograph of Maitresse. For the record, my kink friends seem to excel at baking. I was duly impressed by their efforts and went away well fed and happy.
It was also good to have friends with whom I could spend the day. A year ago I spent the long weekend in Sydney, an experience which I described in this post. Coming down from my birthday session last year was an unpleasant experience, and I spent most of the rest of the weekend feeling lonely and anxious about what had happened in an emotionally taxing session.
What a difference a year makes. This year I have people who understand and accept my kink who I can talk to if I need to talk after a session. I knew my birthday session of 2009 wouldn't put me in a position where I would spend a couple of days wistfully pacing around the house alone.
And it didn't.
Mistress Jadis started off tying me to the chain web, and bit me a few times, apparently enjoying the feel of my muscles in my arms and shoulders going tense with ever bite.
And then came the straps and floggers and canes.
It always hard for me to gauge how intense the blows are when I'm on the receiving end of them, but I always know how intense it feels. Sometimes it takes a lot for me to react, and sometimes I am easily set off. However intense Mistress Jadis was working from her perspective, from my perspective it was intense enough to induce some pretty serious writhing on the floor. One critical passage came when I was sat (like a dog) on the floor with my shins flat on the ground and my hands in front of me with my back sloping down. As the flogger rained down again and again on my back I fell forward into a ball on the floor. And still the flogging continued. I know she won't push me to such a point where I am hurt, but I also know she will continue until she is, in a word, done.
Having gone into a ball on the floor, I had nowhere else to go. After one particularly hard flog, my body had had enough. I don't know what she saw, but I seem to recall slumping over onto my side with my hands clutching the sides of my head as I shook and shook.
Basically, I had a full body freakout.
And with that, that particular part of the session was over. Let it not be said that Mistress Jadis doesn't know when to stop.
There was still more in store however. Caning on the bench, my first experience with a bit of bastinado, (caning of the soles of the feet for those of you who don't know) and some flogging up againt the A-frame which elicited tears and giddy laughter in turns (and strangely enough, sometimes simultaneously.) I wound up with a case of the flogging shakes as often happens. My right leg seemed to have been posessed by the ghost of Elvis and Mistress Jadis siad my bottom seemed to be doing its best impression of Shakira. Funny that the only time I ever "dance" is in Carisbrook.
Finally we ended with some needles. It being my 32nd birthday, the plan was to do 32 needles. But the trials of the session up until that point had taken their toll and my body had decided to stop co-operating. We've done needles before and I'm not squeamish about them, but as the first couple went in I (and she) knew that I wasn't going to make it to 32. So we did 20.
I was disappointed to be honest. I knew she wanted to do 32, and so did I. But she wasn't disappointed at how things worked out. She knew I had pushed myself in a difficult situation, and she gets off on that knowledge.
Mistress Jadis is a sadist. I know she enjoys inflicting the cane and the flogging. But it also struck me that in addition to that, she enjoys the fact that I not only allow her to do what she likes, but that I exert myself and go to great lengths to make it happen.
Also, she enjoys fingerpainting.
Note the little spot of blood on her leg from when she was holding me in place between her legs as she caned me earlier on in the session.
I'll have some good marks that should last a while.
It was an intense session, followed up with some refreshments in the form of Miss Lis' apricot slices. I told Mistress Jadis that she had given me "a raging... happy."
And it was a tiring day overall. Perhaps I'm getting old.
One of the benefits for me that comes from living in Australia is the fact that the first Monday in October is a holiday, so I always have a long weekend on or near my birthday. I took the opportunity to spend the long weekend in Sydney.
Saturday morning meant brunch courtesy of Miss Lis. Kinkycatlady and Jewish Cowgirl also came by and the four of us sat around the table accompanied by a photograph of Maitresse. For the record, my kink friends seem to excel at baking. I was duly impressed by their efforts and went away well fed and happy.
It was also good to have friends with whom I could spend the day. A year ago I spent the long weekend in Sydney, an experience which I described in this post. Coming down from my birthday session last year was an unpleasant experience, and I spent most of the rest of the weekend feeling lonely and anxious about what had happened in an emotionally taxing session.
What a difference a year makes. This year I have people who understand and accept my kink who I can talk to if I need to talk after a session. I knew my birthday session of 2009 wouldn't put me in a position where I would spend a couple of days wistfully pacing around the house alone.
And it didn't.
Mistress Jadis started off tying me to the chain web, and bit me a few times, apparently enjoying the feel of my muscles in my arms and shoulders going tense with ever bite.
And then came the straps and floggers and canes.
It always hard for me to gauge how intense the blows are when I'm on the receiving end of them, but I always know how intense it feels. Sometimes it takes a lot for me to react, and sometimes I am easily set off. However intense Mistress Jadis was working from her perspective, from my perspective it was intense enough to induce some pretty serious writhing on the floor. One critical passage came when I was sat (like a dog) on the floor with my shins flat on the ground and my hands in front of me with my back sloping down. As the flogger rained down again and again on my back I fell forward into a ball on the floor. And still the flogging continued. I know she won't push me to such a point where I am hurt, but I also know she will continue until she is, in a word, done.
Having gone into a ball on the floor, I had nowhere else to go. After one particularly hard flog, my body had had enough. I don't know what she saw, but I seem to recall slumping over onto my side with my hands clutching the sides of my head as I shook and shook.
Basically, I had a full body freakout.
And with that, that particular part of the session was over. Let it not be said that Mistress Jadis doesn't know when to stop.
There was still more in store however. Caning on the bench, my first experience with a bit of bastinado, (caning of the soles of the feet for those of you who don't know) and some flogging up againt the A-frame which elicited tears and giddy laughter in turns (and strangely enough, sometimes simultaneously.) I wound up with a case of the flogging shakes as often happens. My right leg seemed to have been posessed by the ghost of Elvis and Mistress Jadis siad my bottom seemed to be doing its best impression of Shakira. Funny that the only time I ever "dance" is in Carisbrook.
Finally we ended with some needles. It being my 32nd birthday, the plan was to do 32 needles. But the trials of the session up until that point had taken their toll and my body had decided to stop co-operating. We've done needles before and I'm not squeamish about them, but as the first couple went in I (and she) knew that I wasn't going to make it to 32. So we did 20.
I was disappointed to be honest. I knew she wanted to do 32, and so did I. But she wasn't disappointed at how things worked out. She knew I had pushed myself in a difficult situation, and she gets off on that knowledge.
Mistress Jadis is a sadist. I know she enjoys inflicting the cane and the flogging. But it also struck me that in addition to that, she enjoys the fact that I not only allow her to do what she likes, but that I exert myself and go to great lengths to make it happen.
Also, she enjoys fingerpainting.
Note the little spot of blood on her leg from when she was holding me in place between her legs as she caned me earlier on in the session.
I'll have some good marks that should last a while.
It was an intense session, followed up with some refreshments in the form of Miss Lis' apricot slices. I told Mistress Jadis that she had given me "a raging... happy."
And it was a tiring day overall. Perhaps I'm getting old.