Red Wine and Remembering
I’m writing about a BDSM experience I had, about a year out of college.
Scientifically speaking, I’m a pain slut and I enjoy getting whipped, on my fanny (ass), which then release dopamine in my fanny, that sends a signal to my brain that it is funishment for me and enhances my pleasure.
Not long after starting in a new company, I met a middle-aged executive from another company, at our company meeting. He had a charming British accent. We talked, while taking a coffee break and discussed our fondness for whipping. Him whipping, me receiving the whipping. We met again about 2 months later, at another company meeting. When we took a coffee break, he sat next to me and smiled. Charmed by his sexy accent, he offered to close a large deal, exclusively with me, if I would let him whip a checkerboard on my fanny. He told me that he had issues with his “mum” growing up in England. He said it would help him with the Experimental Therapy he is undergoing.
Being so new, in my early 20’s, that securing a large deal, would get me closer to getting my own office, rather than being out on the floor with the other newbies. I agreed and met him at his hotel, that afternoon. He showed me the fancy leather handled whip, he was proud of, that he would use on me. He had me strip naked, get on all fours, on a small couch, in the downward dog yoga position, with my arms over the back of the couch. He was naked, holding his whip and had one of the hotel staff, a girl about my age, bring up two tall mirrors and had her place them, so I could look at a mirror and watch him whipping my fanny in the other mirror. He told her she could stay and watch. When he started whipping me, he danced back and forth, trying to cross the red marks and welts, to make it look just right on me. He would say things to me, like I was his mum and he was telling her off, each time he whipped me. Several of the welts did start to bleed and he later used hydrogen peroxide on them and the bleeding stopped. I heal fast and scabs are part of the healing process. When I left for home, the girl who brought the mirrors to the room, smiled at me on my way out.
The next day, he signed the papers, for the deal he promised. Around dinner time, he took me to a private, nude resort and showed me off to those that knew him and they said how impressive the red welts looked on my fanny. He was so proud of himself, showing off his handy work. He did tell them “She did not cry out or stop him”. Several of the people who knew him, got closer to me and rubbed the welts, to be sure they were real. My flinching told them they were.
A Hispanic couple from Cuba, was admiring his handy work, said “how beautiful my ass looked”. She had a smile on her face, that was mesmerizing. She was the alpha between her and her husband. Her husband had a nice cock, which excited me. She told me she would like to whip me also. She told me I would be reimbursed handsomely. I thought she was joking when she offered me $5,000, cash, all $100s. She took it out of her purse and told me to call her at the number on her business card, after the scabs were well formed. I needed the money to furnish my new apartment, so I agreed and she handed me the cash. I did have my bank check the bills and they were legitimate. 2 days later, I called her and she set up a time the next day to meet her.
I made her assure me, that she would only whip my fanny. She laughed and said, “Yes”.
She had me go to the address and suite number on her card. When I arrived, she had me strip down naked and ordered me to bend over the back of her couch when she used a single tale whip. She stripped down to a leather outfit. Once she started to hit the scabs on my fanny, she hit them harder, to make them bleed. She ordered her husband to bring lemon juice from the kitchen. She did not wait for him, but kept whipping my scabs, making them bleed even more. When he did return with the lemon juice, she poured it on me, as she said she was using it as antiseptic, but she just seemed to be enjoying it more than I expected. It did hurt a lot, but I did not scream out to give her the pleasure of knowing that.
She was ready to proceed to her next project for me. As she was tying me up with rope, she kept telling me that she just needed my fanny exposed for her fun. None of the rope was near my fanny and I thought she was just being nice.
When she was done tying me up, she showed me a switch (a small thin branch), she had taken from one of the hardwood trees she had on her property. She stripped off all the bark in front of me and she would swish it through the air giggling. She waited several minutes for me to relax, then, she came down hard on my fanny. It was a pain past anything I have enjoyed in the past and it was no longer funishment. I could not help screaming and my body was shaking from the pain. She told me she was going to whip any remaining scabs off of my fanny. I could feel little bits of my scabs hitting my lower back and upper legs. She told me my fanny was no longer pretty.
She had her husband get the Lemon juice. She had her husband pick all the bits of scabs up and put all of them on a plate and he cleaned the blood off of them with the lemon juice. I was still in pain when she again poured lemon juice over my fanny and laughed when she did it. I could not hold back my displeasure. I called her a name and told her she sounded like a witch the way she laughed at me. She put the plate in front of me and told me to enjoy my snack. Not expecting her to make me do that, I refused to open my mouth. She showed me the switch, swished it in the air and told me she would do my fanny again and it would never be pretty again, if I refused. I opened my mouth, she put a few pieces of scabs in my mouth at a time and she smiled at me and told me to start chewing. They did not have much of a taste, but were crunchy and I was resolved to the position I was in and made the best of it.
When I was finished eating all of the scabs, she had me thank her. I reluctantly did and she then untied me and helped me up. She put her arms out for a hug and I hesitated thinking she would grab my fanny. She assured me she would not and we hugged. She offered for me to stay over for dinner. I wanted to get back home, as I was concerned what she had in mind for me after that. I did not want to find out.
Being a pain slut, its not surprising that I would be thinking about it more and wondered what she had next in mind for me. Jenny.
Scientifically speaking, I’m a pain slut and I enjoy getting whipped, on my fanny (ass), which then release dopamine in my fanny, that sends a signal to my brain that it is funishment for me and enhances my pleasure.
Not long after starting in a new company, I met a middle-aged executive from another company, at our company meeting. He had a charming British accent. We talked, while taking a coffee break and discussed our fondness for whipping. Him whipping, me receiving the whipping. We met again about 2 months later, at another company meeting. When we took a coffee break, he sat next to me and smiled. Charmed by his sexy accent, he offered to close a large deal, exclusively with me, if I would let him whip a checkerboard on my fanny. He told me that he had issues with his “mum” growing up in England. He said it would help him with the Experimental Therapy he is undergoing.
Being so new, in my early 20’s, that securing a large deal, would get me closer to getting my own office, rather than being out on the floor with the other newbies. I agreed and met him at his hotel, that afternoon. He showed me the fancy leather handled whip, he was proud of, that he would use on me. He had me strip naked, get on all fours, on a small couch, in the downward dog yoga position, with my arms over the back of the couch. He was naked, holding his whip and had one of the hotel staff, a girl about my age, bring up two tall mirrors and had her place them, so I could look at a mirror and watch him whipping my fanny in the other mirror. He told her she could stay and watch. When he started whipping me, he danced back and forth, trying to cross the red marks and welts, to make it look just right on me. He would say things to me, like I was his mum and he was telling her off, each time he whipped me. Several of the welts did start to bleed and he later used hydrogen peroxide on them and the bleeding stopped. I heal fast and scabs are part of the healing process. When I left for home, the girl who brought the mirrors to the room, smiled at me on my way out.
The next day, he signed the papers, for the deal he promised. Around dinner time, he took me to a private, nude resort and showed me off to those that knew him and they said how impressive the red welts looked on my fanny. He was so proud of himself, showing off his handy work. He did tell them “She did not cry out or stop him”. Several of the people who knew him, got closer to me and rubbed the welts, to be sure they were real. My flinching told them they were.
A Hispanic couple from Cuba, was admiring his handy work, said “how beautiful my ass looked”. She had a smile on her face, that was mesmerizing. She was the alpha between her and her husband. Her husband had a nice cock, which excited me. She told me she would like to whip me also. She told me I would be reimbursed handsomely. I thought she was joking when she offered me $5,000, cash, all $100s. She took it out of her purse and told me to call her at the number on her business card, after the scabs were well formed. I needed the money to furnish my new apartment, so I agreed and she handed me the cash. I did have my bank check the bills and they were legitimate. 2 days later, I called her and she set up a time the next day to meet her.
I made her assure me, that she would only whip my fanny. She laughed and said, “Yes”.
She had me go to the address and suite number on her card. When I arrived, she had me strip down naked and ordered me to bend over the back of her couch when she used a single tale whip. She stripped down to a leather outfit. Once she started to hit the scabs on my fanny, she hit them harder, to make them bleed. She ordered her husband to bring lemon juice from the kitchen. She did not wait for him, but kept whipping my scabs, making them bleed even more. When he did return with the lemon juice, she poured it on me, as she said she was using it as antiseptic, but she just seemed to be enjoying it more than I expected. It did hurt a lot, but I did not scream out to give her the pleasure of knowing that.
She was ready to proceed to her next project for me. As she was tying me up with rope, she kept telling me that she just needed my fanny exposed for her fun. None of the rope was near my fanny and I thought she was just being nice.
When she was done tying me up, she showed me a switch (a small thin branch), she had taken from one of the hardwood trees she had on her property. She stripped off all the bark in front of me and she would swish it through the air giggling. She waited several minutes for me to relax, then, she came down hard on my fanny. It was a pain past anything I have enjoyed in the past and it was no longer funishment. I could not help screaming and my body was shaking from the pain. She told me she was going to whip any remaining scabs off of my fanny. I could feel little bits of my scabs hitting my lower back and upper legs. She told me my fanny was no longer pretty.
She had her husband get the Lemon juice. She had her husband pick all the bits of scabs up and put all of them on a plate and he cleaned the blood off of them with the lemon juice. I was still in pain when she again poured lemon juice over my fanny and laughed when she did it. I could not hold back my displeasure. I called her a name and told her she sounded like a witch the way she laughed at me. She put the plate in front of me and told me to enjoy my snack. Not expecting her to make me do that, I refused to open my mouth. She showed me the switch, swished it in the air and told me she would do my fanny again and it would never be pretty again, if I refused. I opened my mouth, she put a few pieces of scabs in my mouth at a time and she smiled at me and told me to start chewing. They did not have much of a taste, but were crunchy and I was resolved to the position I was in and made the best of it.
When I was finished eating all of the scabs, she had me thank her. I reluctantly did and she then untied me and helped me up. She put her arms out for a hug and I hesitated thinking she would grab my fanny. She assured me she would not and we hugged. She offered for me to stay over for dinner. I wanted to get back home, as I was concerned what she had in mind for me after that. I did not want to find out.
Being a pain slut, its not surprising that I would be thinking about it more and wondered what she had next in mind for me. Jenny.
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