“You have to hold back with me.” She said “You don’t have to hold back with her”
Molly worries that she can’t take enough, that she isn’t good enough or tough enough. And in a way she is right about one detail, I can hit some others harder than I can hit her, but that is really missing the point of why I do this. Now there are many other things that Molly and I do that others would not be able to handle, like our knife and vampire glove/bloodplay, and while I do relish the chance to “put my back into it” so to speak that isn’t what really does it for me. What does it for me is the connection, the rapport that we have when when we play. Sure I have fun playing with other people but it isn’t about D/s and that is the part that really works for me. That we have something more than just the hitting and the implements and the results. It is that what we do strengthens the bond between us. It makes us connected in a way that I have never felt with anyone else ever.
So I put her on the sofa today and took the long dressage whip and started rough. I tend to start rough with Molly because she needs to overcome her resistance to what is going on. I love watching her struggle with that. She wants to use her safeword and yet at the same time she does not. She wants to get to the place where she starts to lean into it and start floating to the rhythm of the strikes. She thinks that if I start slow she can take more, but I find that what really happens is that she starts to get distracted in the time it takes for the intensity to rise. I like to start a bit harder and grab her attention and focus and then vary the intensity until I see that look in her eyes when she surrenders to it.
That is what I want, to make her surrender, but I love every little bit of the struggle and fight along the way.
I paused after about ten minutes and said.
“I want you to put you bottom back up in the air and ask for more”
“But I don’t want more”
I just waited, tapping the whip until she complied.
Afterwards as I sat caressing her bottom I told her she was a good girl and that she had given me just what I wanted. She also gave herself just what she needed. The fight.
That is why no one can ever take her place in my heart and under my hand. We are what each of us needs. And that is perfection.
P.S. I think that means that she is plenty tough enough.
11 thoughts on “Tough Enough”
I love this. I love hearing what’s going on in a scene from the Top side. I know a lot more about the bottom side.
A good point! I will be sure to write more along those lines, anything you have always wanted to know?
Are those whip marks? I thought they were from a cane….
~ But I’m so new to this I have no idea!
Those are from the smaller of our two dressage whips, ahh the joys of a tack shop 😀
Thank you Michael. I don’t see myself as enjoying a whipping. My mother used to hit me with a thick leather belt until the welts bled. If that wasn’t causing enough damage, she’d flip it around and slice me open with the buckle. I read a lot of erotica, and I just don’t get the idea of being aroused by these beatings/whippings.
Instead of replying to your comment, do you mind if I use it for today’s post?
Wow. Sure Michael. I’m gobsmacked.
Done, and I hope I did it justice.
Thank you. It was quite lovely actually. You treated me and my experience kindly, and for that I thank you. The funny thing is, I bought some “toys” from Amazon for our anniversary trip last September. After 18 years married and 21 together, it was time for the old dogs to learn some new tricks!
But first, I had to broach the subject… I did this during the car ride up. I also chose to read some erotica to him as he drove. Well, he was interested! One of the items in a kit was a flogger… From what I’d read in many books was that it was pretty low impact compared to whips, etc… So, with a blindfold on and a light touch, I actually liked it. It was something new, different and a bit naughty! We had fun and he even designated a certain small black duffel as our toy bag. Unfortunately, we’ve not used it since. I’m much more interested in having a sex life than he is, and I’m the unwell person, not him.
Serious, constant pain is a problem for me. Due to many health issues, incurable diseases and multiple surgeries we don’t sleep in the same bed at home. We’ve both gained a lot of weight, especially me since my leg amputation.
I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I guess it was just so nice to make a connection with someone, especially after reading Molly’s articles for so long, and then yours. Kisses to you both, and thanks for listening.
I am glad that you enjoy reading and I hope that you don’t stop in your exploration, no matter what obstacles stand in your way it is worth the effort.
My husband is a somewhat hesitant Dom when it comes to impact play , afraid to put his arm into it, so to speak. While I appreciate his efforts, I wish I knew my limits. I have never used my safe word.