Be careful what you wish for

 I come into the kitchen after hanging washing up to find Master sat at the island peeling a ginger root, "that's for curry tomorrow night" apparently not anymore as his smug reply was "it's going somewhere else this afternoon" and I do laugh, I'm still chuckling as he sends me to the bedroom, because we both know I knew that as soon as I saw what he was doing.

I talk a lot, I tend to ramble when I'm nervous or excited, sometimes it's a combination of both, so I start rambling when he comes in to the bedroom, can't be having that he says and gets a hood, I love being hooded and he has chosen my favourite, it's leather with a zip where the mouth is, ears are padded so hearing isn't great and I can't see at all, I find it calming.

He positions me on the bed, on my stomach, ass raised by pillows, and inserts the ginger into my ass, it's ok to start, but I know from past experiences the burn will come, I don't find it painful, more that its really uncomfortable, clenching makes it worse and the instinct is to fidget, to try to be more at ease, and there it is, taking effect and I'm squirming, so I'm pulled further up the bed and my wrists restrained to the bedframe, oh and there goes my ankles too.

I enjoy most forms of bondage, I like that feeling of being vulnerable, so combined with the hood it really highlights that aspect, so far so good, this is ticking all my hot buttons, well yeah then he pulled back one of the ear covers and says "now, do you want nice or normal" oh touche you bastard (but this is one of the many reasons I love the man) and covers up the ear again, the question purely rhetorical.

Well then it was ass attack, flogger first, that is not too bad, well yeah coz he is building up, and then the cane, I actually don't mind the cane, although that's depends on where he is striking it and what one he is using, my preference is the dragon cane, it's thick and thuddy I like those sensations rather than stingy like fibreglass canes, they can go kiss my ass, no pun intended, I hate them, not even a love to hate either, just pure hate.

I didn't at the time think it was either of those, one thing about being hooded is having senses removed makes what's happening a blur, not that I'm out of it but well I'm finding it difficult to explain, it's like a mindfuck when it's not a mindfuck.....look I'm no writer, never wrote about stuff like this before and that's the best I got :)

It did end with the sjambok, that I did know, yeah not a fan of that either, well I have said I'm no masochist! at some point after that he removed the ginger and replaced it with his cock, don't mind anal, it's not high up on my 'oh yes' list but nor is it at the very bottom either, in the middle I guess, take it or leave it I suppose, not that I have a choice, besides at that point I was sobbing from the pain so I didn't really care, other than the fact that it was over.

I was going to leave it there, but you know he is good with aftercare, all I really want to do after is sleep, it's bloody exhausting being beaten, but he does tend to the cuts and cleans my ass up, we don't talk, not because of any ill feeling at all, I just need to calm myself, and so we both drifted off to sleep, for near on 3 hours, I did say I take no responsibility for dinner not being made, take-away it is.