Getting through it

 

How you doing there?  You OK? Breathe.  No, really, come on: normal breaths. You need not to hyperventilate.   And just relax on the bench there, let yourself go limp in the restraints. You've been pulling away at those straps almost since the start - bruised yourself almost as much as the whip did, I should think!  Well... not really. But you'll certainly have bruises around those wrists after all that writhing around.

Wow… you lost it a few times during that session, didn’t you?  I’m glad I had soundproofing installed last summer – you were shrieking and begging so hard, someone would have called the police on us, I reckon.

So!  So... No-safeword session – pretty brave!  Any regrets?  I reckon you had quite a few, at times there, didn’t you? But you must be getting an amazing endorphin rush, now, right? I can only imagine.... I don't think I could ever take that much pain.  But I hope it's worth it for you.

You know, obviously I take consent really seriously but this sort of no-holds-barred, no mercy, no-safeword session has to be my favourite style of play.  I’ve got very few clients who’ve ever dared but … to take someone to their limit… and then just carry on.  It’s an incredible rush: nothing like it.  I mean, there's a lot of stuff written in BDSM porn about 'breaking' slaves but until you've had someone desperately stuggling against the straps like that, begging hysterically, promising you anything, anything at all to make the pain stop... and I just keep whipping, criss-crossing the welts, enjoying the way the screams and gasps cut off each frantic babbled plea to stop...  

Nothing like it.  Nothing in the world. It's not sexual, for me, I'll admit - it's more like the greatest rollercoaster ride ever, you know?  I enjoy inflicting the pain, I enjoy the power even if I don't get off on it, sexually.  It's actually better than sex: I'll say that. Yeah: better than sex.

Do you know what my favourite bit is? See: I like to start talking to them as if the session’s over.  About how they feel, as if they’ve got nothing more to worry about.  When in fact I’m less than halfway through. It’s a bit cruel, I suppose.  But then, I'm a very cruel person, I suppose.  And as they’re all strapped down, with no safeword there’s nothing they can do about it anyway.  Except moan in fear, when they realise, obviously.

Yeah… just like that moan there.  Dawning terror.  That’s the best rush of all.