Scenes

Anna and the Single Tail

Is there anyone out there who has heard the crack of a bull whip and not jumped. Maybe let that little squeak of escape their lips in the moment of being startled? I sure did, I think the sound alone is enough to make me jump 10 feet. It wasn't a toy that I thought I would have to deal with, it wasn't even one that I wanted to play with. Come on, a bull whip! Hey there is pain slut and then there is just plain crazy! Or so I thought... get that theme here, I am always saying no, no way... and then changing my tune.

Master got his first bull whip at the first art show in March of 1998. It was part of a trade we made for piece of my artwork. It was a black spiral wrapped whip, 6 foot long. Master didn't use this whip on me. He brought it home and scared the hell out of all of us, hehehe. He learned to control it. He learned he could completely shred boxes with it. But how he got really good with it was trimming the tree in the front yard. We have pepper tree out there, yep pepper corns do grow on it. It resembles the shape of a weeping willow. He would take the whip out there and trim the low hanging branches. Master probably got his best practice out there, including learning not to pull the whip back, because it will wrap around and slash across the back. More than once he came in, lifted his shirt, showing me the red welt on his back.

I don't know what our neighbors thought of those whip cracks. I sure know what I thought though, I was scared to death. He would tease me with that whip and I could only run away and whimper... saying no no no! I can't tell you the amount of fear involved for me. Granted I knew Master would never really hurt me... well you know what I mean, hehehe. But I couldn't get over the fear of that whip.

It didn't get any better for me when Master decided it was time to get another whip. He had me order him a very nicely made braided 4-foot single tail. When it arrived in the mail a short time later. I opened the box, seeing this coiled black leather, and know I was in big trouble.

Master began to practice with it. There were more sounds of cracking coming from all over the house. My heart seemed to jump out of my chest every time I heard it. Since it was only 4-foot long, he could use it anywhere in the house. He teased me all the time with it, not really hitting me with it, more flicking me. He would let out his evil giggle as I would scream and run away. I just couldn't help myself. It is like that thing some people have with spiders, yes I knew it wasn't going to be a big deal but I just couldn't get over it.

The day finally came when Master decided it was time to use that whip on me. Only I didn't know he would be using it on me. We had gone to Apex like we do on many Saturday's. Hung out with friends and just goofed off. He was showing his new toy to all our friends and generally we were just having fun. But Master kept talking to me about the whip, asking me if I was ready to play with it. Little comments here and there all night long. But we went home without playing and I thought that was the end of it.He spent all day teasing me with it but never really hitting me. I was a nervous wreck, he popped it and I jumped, letting out this little scream every time he did. He knew I was scared to death of that whip. But as a friend of ours says "Scared is sexy... .terrified is even sexier". Master was thinking this is great, LOL.

After we got home, he started playing with the whip again, snapping it around the living room. Pieces of paper were shredded, stuff sent flying, just making me jump all over again, and again, and again. And with each crack of that whip, there was the squeak from me too. I was wearing a low cut laced up top. Master told me over and over that it was just begging for him to lay one right across my breast. Okay big fear!! No no no! He smiled and said yes. He told me to lay my head against the back of the couch. Oh God! I laid my head back and closed my eyes, I just couldn't watch it coming. I laid back and he popped the whip in front of me. Checking for distance he tells me, but I about wet my pants. Master cracked the whip. JUMP! SQUEAK! He cracked it again... he was checking the distance from me and the whip. Again I jumped and squeaked, and folded up, laughing cause I knew it was fear getting the better of me. Master laughed and told me to sit back. I had tears in my eyes as I told him I just couldn't, but he told me I could. And like always when he says that to me, I could. I am not sure how I could but I got up the nerve and did it.

I closed my eyes and waited again.

CRACK! There it was... there was the burn... there was the pain... and there was the thrill. It was done!! I had sat there for it, I hadn't run away. I didn't even scream. Hehehe The welt jumped up right away, red and huge! There was an abrasion. Master was very pleased, it had landed just as he had planned. He took this picture just moments after the whip left its mark. Can you tell it was playing hard, even though it was just one crack of the whip that touched me? You can bet that my heart was racing, and that good yummy feelings were running wild through my body. Blush blush, hehehe there were other things I was soon begging for too. Of course those involved being naked and happy.

Since then Master has used the whip many times. Sometimes just to scare me, heck most of the time to scare me. A friend of ours says fear is sexy, and terror is even sexier. I think Master believes this with all his heart. The evidence of one scene is still living on my butt. We were playing at home one night. Master took lots of time working me up to subspace. Just in that right place where I could deal with the whip. Then he began the real play. The whip cracked over my butt and thighs. Master says it was something like 15 cracks with the whip, I couldn't tell you for sure, hehehe. A few of those strokes left abrasions on my butt too, and the scars from them are still there. They are a dark reddish brown, and totally flat. I don' t know if they will ever go away but truthfully I don't care. The marks that are connected to the memories are well worth keeping.

Master just recently traded that 4 foot whip for a new one, this one is 8 foot total length. I pouted a bit. I would miss the evil 4 footer that had become my friend. But I knew Master really wanted the new one. He hasn't used it on me yet, since it is longer it is more difficult to use at home. But he tells me that he has plans for us to play at Apex more and he will use it then. My reaction to this is one of fear... and lust, and oh God... here we go again, CRACK! SQUEAK!

June 2001

You know that trade never did work out as well as Master would have liked. The problem was the length of the whip, it is just too long for using our house. It is not a good thing to hit other things in the room besides your intended target. Since it was such a nice whip the idea of practicing outside with it just made us both cringe, too many things out there that could just tear up the whip. Now we could play with it at Apex but without practice time with the whip it wasn't all it should be in play because he didn't have the practice he should have with it. 

How did we solve this problem? Last fall Master put in a custom order for 3 bullwhips. 2 matching 4 footers and one thirteen footer too! He fell in love with that 13 footer the first time he saw it and hasn't stopped loving it since. He finally just broke down and ordered it. The 4 footers are actually to play with and then he will learn to do the 2 handed throwing thing with it.  

Master also shared his huge whip with Daddy Wayne.  We met Daddy Wayne at Thunder in the Mountains, and while he was here to attend an event in Phoenix, Master showed him the "Super Size" whip.  Daddy Wayne is a single tail expert and damn did he make it dance.

The Hand

This picture is just for fun... that is his hand print on my leg there. Now, be impressed here!! That was taken with a Polaroid camera, and as most of you know, they don't show red off at all well, so having it red enough to show the outline is pretty impressive. We were just sitting on the loveseat, and Master was teasing me about perfecting the swing, like a golfer. He was slapping at the back of my legs and describing to me how the different actions made for different shots. Then out of no where he got that perfect swing, and made perfect contact with my leg. I yelped, grabbed my leg, and jumped up off the loveseat saying "ouch ouch ouch", over and over. When I stopped doing the "it stings like hell" dance we saw that it made this perfect print on my leg. Being the show offs we both are with well done work, we just had to take a picture of it.

Corset

That is a new leather corset I got there... have to say I love it, but I am really not a corset nut, I had them make it so I could still breathe in it, LOL. I love the look of them just not the pain that can go with some of them. Since I had this one made for me by friends in the leather business there have been lots of additions to my clothing along these lines.

This corset isn't actually mine. In fact it belongs to my friend Lori. She was kind enough to let me borrow it to go to an event here in Phoenix. It didn't fit too badly but let me tell you I was one happy camper when I could breathe again. I love my fetish clothing but the reality is that I still want to be comfortable in it. That means one of two things for me, either I sew it myself or make sure it fits like I want it the very first time.

I did finally get to purchase a "real" corset for myself last year when we went to Thunder in the Mountain. Joy from Le Chateau Exotique has been at Thunder all the years I have been going. Each time I looked at her corsets and dreamed of having one, and I was really a goner after putting one on. Last year I sold enough art to be able to finally purchase one. It is black and green chinesse silk. It is beautiful and some how I managed to not have a picture to share with it of it. But after I get either a new digital camera or fix the one I have I will be sure to get one up here. In the mean time if you would like to see her products you can visit here.

I will give you this advice for the purchasing of a corset. Try it on, I know you can send in your measurements to do a mail order thing but I am telling you it is very easy to have those be wrong. It is way better to save your money and go to the stores where you can actually try it on or at the very least have them take your measurements for you to make a custom corset. If you are good at sewing though, go for it! There are lots of good corset patterns out there even made by simplicity patterns. And if you don't know the trick about duct tape and corset patterns it is a very good way to make a pattern just for you. You put on an old t-shirt, and have someone use duct tape, going around and around the body until you are pretty much in a tick layer of tape, much like a leather corset. You put the tape on in a way that you want the corset to be when you are done. Then mark the duct tape with a pen and gently cut it off either at center back or center front. There you, you now have a perfect mold for you body. If you then use this in conjunction with a corset pattern you should be able to have a perfect fit corset. Okay enough sewing lessons!

Speaking of corsets, I have the leather waist cincher a friend made for me but the latest and greatest was one I made for attending a sci fi convention.  I was going for the Moulin Rouge look, a favorite of Master.  I love the way it turned out and will be making more later.

Paddles

Master has taken up a new hobby / business. That of making paddles for sale and use. Product testing has really become difficult. LOL I will be sitting here on the couch and Master will try one of his new paddles on my butt or thigh and damn do they work all to well. He is making them out of exotic hard woods, and the sting factor here is incredible.

These pictures are from one night of paddle play. Master bent me over the table, lifted my skirt and had fun. So did I! Even when I was loosing my mind. I have on my leather chastity belt on here too. My friend Rose made that for me. And just having it on makes me blood rise. The paddle shown here is the one that actually made the bruise. Yep that is really one long bruise there and the picture was taken only a couple minutes after I got the whack that gave me the bruise. I tease Master alot about being a thug, because he has Popeye arms, and can whack harder than about anyone I know. I would say this picture confirms that. I am just glad to say that I was totally flying by then, it was the last stroke and it was fantastic. And so was sitting down on a tender butt for a week after this. What can I say... I really do like to feel it for a long time after. I think that is part of the fun.

Anna and Flame

It was another of those adventure weekends... we went to Tucson to hang out with friends. I thought it would be pretty much like any other night at Apex. Pretty quiet, and more social than play, but I couldn't have been more wrong. We got there and I have to admit I think both Master and I were a bit nervous. We hadn't been there before, we knew our friends that we went with, Robert and Greta. We knew a few other faces but only at being visitors to Apex. Robert decided tonight was good time to play with fire. Neither Master or I had done this before, but we said just tell us what to do and we would help light Greta on fire.

Greta was laid out on this large wooden rack. Yep that includes that loud cranking wheel at the end to pull that person to full length. She looked so ready and willing, her pale flesh just glowed. Robert got all the tools ready, the alcohol, the cotton batting, the lighter, and the towel. He explained to us that the first few times he would lay the alcohol down, light it, and chase the fire down with his hand, putting it out right away. Robert said that the more times we did this and the larger area that we covered we would need to use the towel to put it out with.

We surround the rack, and Master and Robert were on one side and me on the other. He got the cotton damp with alcohol, and rubbed it up the center of Greta's tummy towards her chest. He had given my Master the lighter and told him to light it. I heard the flick of the lighter, Robert was poised and ready to put the fire out with his hand. The flame shot up the line... chasing down the flame as it ran up her body. Her eyes widened and a small groan escaped her lips as Robert put the last of the flame out on her chest.

I was just amazed! How could that not hurt?! How could she not be scared half to death, because it could have gone so wrong. Over and over again we followed this same pattern, but now it was my job to put the fire out with the towel. Robert lay out the alcohol, making patterns over her breasts and tummy, Master would light it, and I would lay the towel on it, snuffing out the flames.

At one point we had a scare when the flame jumped from one spot to another, instead of being put out! Yikes... there were all those fears that we would actually hurt Greta! But luckily we got it out and she only turned a bit more pink than she should have been. But heck Greta looks good in pink.

There was more to the play than just the flame... there was some flogging and some very evil teasing, but who could pass up playing with a beautiful submissive strapped to a table. When we finally released her... she was just very smiling and happy, she was floating on that cloud of flash and burn.

What scared me... it was my turn next. I was going to be burned! What was I doing there? My Dad is a fire fighter, it isn't like I don't know better. Heck I laughed because if we had lit the place on fire, it was my Dad's station that would have been responding to the call. I could just see me there naked, wrapped in a sheet, saying yep Dad I started that fire on my tits. ::chuckle::

I got naked... got up on that table... and felt the clicking of the table stretching me all the way out. I am always saying I need a rack at home for my back and I am even more sure of it now. It felt great! I watch Robert, Greta and Master begin to get the tools ready again to start the fires on me. I can't even tell you at this point which person did which job. I don't know. All I can remember is the flame.

I laid there flat on my back and felt the cold alcohol move over my chest and tummy. Then the flick of the lighter... FLAME! Yep flame was coming straight at me. That logical side of my mind went... oh my God, what the heck am I doing? That could really hurt me... have I lost my tiny mind!!?? But there it was the flame... but it didn't hurt, it was warm, it was almost like a tickle over my body. There was the hand putting it out and rubbing on my skin. It was wonderful!! Do it again!! My body yelled, followed soon by the words coming out of my mouth, much to my shock.

I watched the fire play over my nipples, over my tummy, over the flat of my chest... over and over it again. The skin got warm... and it felt so alive! I think they all had better judgment than me, I could have stayed there for hours just being set on fire, but they said it was time for it to be over. Master rubbed all over my body, talked sweetly to me, but for the life of me I can't remember what he said. I just remember feeling so taken care of, and being held in love when I was taken off the table.

It was a fantastic experience, but I would only do it with lots of preparation and understanding of what the fire will do. I haven't gotten to play with fire again yet but I hope to do it again someday. I always loved the dance of flame in the fire place, I never new I would love it so much across my nipples.

On the Ropes!

We actually only started messing with rope bondage in the last year. I think what really got it going big time was finding the right rope and finding a good source of information about it. The good source was Jay Weisman's book Erotic Bondage Handbook. I got a chance to meet him at Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco. He was a real pleasure to talk to and was even kind enough to sign a book for me. I brought Master the book home and he researched!! Oh goody goody! He used Jay's book to expand on the knowledge he had and used his suggestions on rope to come up with some excellent rope for play. You get this nasty nylon stuff and take the core out of it and wash it, and there you have this great rope that doesn't stretch is washable and flexible enough to take about any knot you can think of.

The one picture of me with the black ropes, Master joking left me in tied in this black rope and told me to get out of it. Now mind you this black rope really doesn't do the knot thing well at all so it wasn't long before I was free, but just as I got free Master opened the door and took the picture!

Master has since used those ropes in many ways! One of my favorites is when he puts me in rope cuffs for bed and I sleep that way. I end up with the most relaxing nights sleep that way, and usually really lust filled by morning. He has had me sleep with ropes connected to the bed, to each other, to my nipple rings, to my ankles, and to my collar. All it has been great fun! He will then let me loose in the morning but keep the rope cuffs on me, and let me go through the day with the tails of ropes hanging from each wrist. I have to say I love it dearly and it always keep me right on that edge of head space and totally relaxed. The only problem is when I have someone come to the door that I am not expecting and there I am with my wrists wrapped in ropes! It isn't an easy thing to hide. Especially when it is the parent of one of my kids friends and she offers you her hand to shake!! So what did I do? I tried to keep the ropes out of the way and kept eye contact hoping she wouldn't notice too much. I don't think she did but I was a nervous wreck!!

We have also had full evenings of rope bondage where Master has spent hours getting me into rope bondage and then leaving me there, a happy purring subbie, and then taking me out again. It takes almost as long to get out of it as it does to get into it. He uses the knots and info from Jay's book but also uses the skills has from doing macramé when he was a kid. I have been locked up with many a half hitch! Hehehe!

Doing a rope bondage scene is very different from the more standard scene with a flogger and such. Instead of having to process the pain and going on the endorphin rush, I end up with this very sort of zen space in my mind where I get totally relaxation. It doesn't have the same long term effect of regular play, as in I am not sitting on a tender butt and getting the rush from that. But the feeling of total release and relaxation comes at the beginning and just lasts with me for hours after the fact. Just like it is hard to be stressed out when someone is beating on your back, it is really hard to be stressed out when you are tied up in a rope panty with a knot sitting right on top of your clit... it is rubbing all the time and reminding you that it is good to be a girl!! I think it is safe say ropes will always be a favorite for me!

Not Just Me!

In a funny twist of things, I am not the only one who can get marks from a scene.  Master was having some fun with certain woman who shall remain nameless but in the throws of the moment she gripped his arm.  The next day you can certainly tell she doesn't have weak hands, LOL.