If you've read much of this blog, you will know the title "Slave Bride" isn't exactly accurate any more. I am no longer married, and am currently with a lovely female partner, Connie. (As always, names are changed to protect the guilty, including mine).
Connie and I have a little bit of a problem, though. I met her through the kink scene, but she is a submissive like me. Actually, she is more of a submissive than I am; she tends to crave humiliation and abuse, whereas I am not truly submissive-- I just love to be tied up and have control taken away from me. And orgasms while tied up and helpless. I do love orgasms.
I'm an effective switch. I prefer to be on the bottom, but can easily move to the top. I don't get off on it the way I do being tied up and teased, but I can put someone through their submissive paces just fine. So in our relationship, Connie and I either simply engage in vanilla sex for affection and intimacy, or I will act as top and satisfy her kink side.
We were sort of matched with an acquaintance by my old dom. She's an older (mid 50s?) but very attractive woman who enjoys being a lesbian top. The idea as presented was that a dominant woman could dominate both myself and Connie. I approached Connie with the idea and she didn't immediately vomit and tell me to fuck off, which was a good sign. Connie can be picky.
The arrangement was to rent a dungeon room at a place we know. As part of our submissive duty, Connie and I paid for the dungeon in advance. Two hours, $80 per hour. Not bad, actually, considering the room was equipped with a lot of gear we wouldn't normally have access to.
Our domme for the session, the older woman I mentioned, is named Renee. Renee is a beautiful, poised professional woman who is married but has an open marriage for purposes of her lesbian and kink side. I am not sure how much her husband knows about her hidden life, but I suspect he is not aware of everything that she does.
In the course of my own domination of Connie I've given her a couple of enemas, and I recommended she do one as well. She didn't see the point (just being obstinate), but after I did myself she agreed and allowed me to do her. (It shows you something of our relationship, the fact my submissive 'allowed' me to give her an enema.)
I do enjoy giving her an enema, I like to drag it out a while, make her hold it and feel her stomach, make love to her body a bit while she is distended with water.
After we prepped ourselves at home, we got in the car and headed to the dungeon, which is about an hour and a half drive away from where we live. We got there in time, though just barely.
We were both nervous. I get nervous any time I see a new dominant because while basic limits are always discussed I tend to give the dominant a lot of freedom. I try to never use my safe word. New dominants are new experiences, and are unpredictable.
The nerves are actually part of the excitement. Not knowing exactly what will happen. It's fun.
Connie was nervous too, I could tell because she was being crabby and grumpy.
We'd been instructed to wait outside of the dungeon (a commercial S&M and kink venue that rents rooms and hosts parties). We were there five minutes early. It's always good to be early for a scene; being late guarantees rougher treatment.
We both received a text from Renee.
"Remove all your clothes. I will be there to get you in exactly four minutes. Do not disappoint."
Holy shit. It had begun. We were still outside and were being told to strip naked for our domme. I looked at Connie and she gave me a WTF look back.
"Uh, we are outside here, in public. I mean, in the car, in a back parking lot, but... um..."
Connie is in many ways more submissive than me and being forced to strip in public would probably get her off. Not me, but I had bought into this and pulled my top off, then unhooked the bra and continued.
The sensation of stripping outdoors, feeling the air on your bare skin, exposing yourself to the potential gaze of others, is fascinating. Some people get off on it, and I guess I can see why. It's a sort of intense feeling, one that made me nervous and excited all at once. It sort of scared me, which is exactly what I was there for. Being a bit scared about what would happen.
"What do we do with our clothes?" I wondered. We were standing next to my car in the back parking lot.
"Car, I guess." Connie said. We had stripped completely. No glasses, jewelry, shoes, nothing. I was almost shaking I was so nervous. Someone saw us when they parked their car about four cars down. She did a double take, eyed us, but then turned and left.
Just then Renee appeared. She was clothed in rather kinky outfit, leather corset, tight black skirt, low cut top. Did I mention Renee has a great body? Not just for someone in their 50s, she has a great body in general.
She walked up to Connie who was looking at her with big eyes (she'd never met Renee) and slapped Connie across the face.
"Stop ogling me, bitch."
Connie's eyes went to the ground. I grabbed one more glance of Renee and lowered my eyes as well.
Renee put leashes on both of us and led us toward the venue back door. A car drove by and slowed while the occupant eyed Connie and my naked bodies. It was embarrassing.
Inside we were led to the dungeon room, which is filled with various bdsm pieces. A St. Andrews cross, two wooden ponies, one with padding and one without, a bed with built in stocks and tie points, a metal bed with no mattress, just the metal meshing, chains and ropes descending from the ceiling in various places. This is why people come here and rent the place. Few doms have this wide a variety of equipment.
There is a sensation of being vulnerable when naked; it's sexy, but in places and situations where someone else is dominating and going to tie you up, it makes one feel naked mentally as well as physically. I already felt myself slipping into subspace, embracing the situation. I could also tell I was getting wet.
"Let's start with obeisance," Renee said. "Both of you, kneel before me. Assume the position."
I am familiar with the gorean slave positions, though only have a basic knowledge. I knew the obeisance position, though. and fell to my knees and put my forehead to the floor between my hands.
Whether she was unfamiliar (probably) or an uncooperative bitch (definitely), Connie didn't do it. She knelt but then sort of stared at Renee as if challenging her. Bad move (or good move, depending on your kink).
Renee had a flogger and immediately applied it to Connie's back. There was a sharp slapping noise as the tails sliced across Connie's flesh. "Down, bitch! How dare you look at me like that! Get your face on the floor!"
Apparently the flogger actually hurt quite a bit, because I heard Connie grunt as as she quickly imitated my position.
"Ass up in the air! Up! Spread your legs! Both of you, you too, Siobhan, expose yourself to me!"
I moved my knees further apart, exposing my ass and cunt for her, and I knew Connie was doing the same.
Connie made a whimpering, grunting noise. My face was down on the floor (a tile, suitable for washing easily as it was probably a place where body fluids of various types ended up frequently) so I couldn't see. I peeked.
"Relax. It's going to happen, whether it is painful or not is up to you," Renee said. She wasn't using lube and was being persistent in pushing two fingers inside my girlfriend's ass. Connie actually did her best, I could see the look of concentration on her face.
Connie endured the discomfort and humiliation of having her ass reamed by two of Renee's fingers for about thirty seconds. I didn't watch, my eyes were supposed to be on the ground. I listened to her whimper slightly. I think it might have gone to three fingers at one point, but didn't see.
I'd briefed Renee on Connie's need for humiliation and degradation (a kink I don't share). Renee was having fun meeting some of Connie's needs. One of the things about Connie though, is she is a little bitch about it and can require some reminding.
Connie's anal exam didn't last long and it was time for what Renee had actually come here for, her kink. She liked to invoke pain on other women.
She placed leather cuffs on my wrists. The cuffs were clipped together. Renee isn't a rope specialist, but good leather cuffs can do a fine job.
Connie was on the floor before me, kneeling, but looking around. She was not as cooperative as I was. She can be a real bitch at times.
Cuffs went on her and she was raised up into the air as well, facing me. I saw my girlfriend's body stretch out, her breasts hanging and shoulders and arms lifting and stretching, until she was on her toes as well. She grimaced slightly. Hanging with your body weight on your shoulders and arms is not comfortable, even if you have your toes to help.
I have to say I wanted Connie at that point. She is my girlfriend, my lover, and the sight of her strung up, naked body stretched before me, made me want to feel her and to make love to her. Unfortunately, I was stretched out and hanging as well, a moderately painful position. She eyed me as well, though I think she was paying more attention to her own predicament and sensations in her own body.
Renee got started quickly, not wasting time. She started with a single tail whip, an evil leather thing that when wielded properly would snap and leave deep marks on flesh. The real pain was about to begin.
The whip kissed my flesh first. My back. I was facing my girlfriend so the whip was probably not going to be applied to my front. The first lash is always a bit of a surprise, the pain is sudden and serious. It's easy to forget what it feels like after a few weeks away, and it had been a while. I grunted and tears came to my eyes.
Connie was watching me react. She hadn't seen me in any hard core kink sessions; she knew I took pain but had never actually observed it.
The lash hit me again and again, about five to ten seconds between each strike. Just enough time to recover and steel yourself for the next one. This went on for a couple of minutes.
Then without warning there was the sound of the slap as the whip hit flesh but I didn't feel anything. Instead, Connie yelped, turned her head and jerked violently as the whip struck her across the shoulder blades. I watched her as the whip sliced across the naked flesh of her back just as it had mine.
Connie is used to some pain, but I don't care how used to it you are, it still hurts and you still react to it. Connie had tears in her eyes and she bit her lip, no longer the little bitch.
Renee is a professional woman that has a real sadistic streak inside her that comes out at times like these. She enjoyed making Connie and me squirm.
After the first couple of strikes, Connie began rotating her body, moving away and trying to get away from the whip. A perfectly natural thing to do, which is why victims of whippings are generally secured. We were strung up by our wrists, but otherwise could move about, and Connie was definitely doing that, including lifting her legs.
That wouldn't do and Renee stopped to try and figure something out. She liked both of us strung up but wanted to make sure we couldn't struggle away.
The answer was simple enough.
We hung on our toes, waiting. Connie was sweating by then. I wasn't but I was close. Connie had rivulets of sweat trickling between her breasts and down her forehead. It wasn't so much from the temperate, it was warm in the room but not super hot. It was from the pain and stress of being hung by wrists and the nerves.
Our wrists were still above us, connected by the wrist restraints to ropes that went up through pulleys that were at least a couple of feet apart, and that pulled our shoulders and heads away from each other. Counteracting that was the stomach tie that pulled our bodies together.
That had the side effect of also pulling, almost grinding Connie and my hips together. I could feel my pubic bone pushing into hers, grinding as we struggled.
Yes, we struggled because this was an increasingly uncomfortable position. Not awful, but it was awkward and our weight was leaning weirdly and caused us to constantly try and keep our footing. Connie was moving and struggling almost continuously, which was useless because, well, we were tied securely together.
Renee didn't stop at that, she also tied our ankles together, assuring we would face each other and not move around very much. The effect was clear. Both Connie and I were stuck in position and couldn't escape the lash by wriggling around.
Renee let us hang there for a while. Connie's sweaty body was now pressed against mine. Our breasts touched, though because of the angle of the wrist ropes above us, we weren't pressed together. But my breasts are larger than average (Connie's are about average) and our nipples definitely kept brushing each other.
I rather enjoyed that part, though it was a small part of the overall experience. I was sweating now too, perhaps because Connie's body was pressed against mine, and our sweat mingled and made our stomachs and hips slippery.
She'd switched out the single tail for a flogger. Floggers are usually not as painful as a single tail, but it can depend on the flogger. This one was loose and had widely separated and flexible tails, and it hurt like a bitch.
Renee began whipping the two of us back and forth. She'd swing the flogger, strike my back then follow through with the stroke and swing it back against Connie, back and forth. Whack... whack... whack...whack...
I lost count. No one was counting. The strokes just kept coming. My back and ass and shoulders were on fire, even when Renee took a quick break to reposition herself my entire body was burning. Both Connie and I were sweating profusely.
Neither one of us could keep still as we were beaten. It wasn't ease to move, but when the flogger slapped and stung one of us we jerked, and that jerked the other one, and pretty soon we were not really able to keep on our toes any more-- we dangled from our wrists because each of us was constantly reacting to the painful strikes.
I could feel every reaction inside Connie's body, too. This was a first for me. Being that close, tied with my body pressed against someone else gasping and jerking from being whipped, in pain and feeling her pain as she panted and breathed and cried.
Connie began begging.
"Please... please stop..." she cried. Renee didn't stop. She knew Connie had a safe word, just like I did, and unless it came out there would be no change in her plans.
So she threw a few strikes of the whip between our bodies, where they were pressed together. Our breasts were not squished together and Renee managed to get a few nice strikes in, though none of them really hurt that much.
None of the strokes reached the nipples, which would have hurt the most. It was clear she wasn't going to be able to get to our breasts in that position without whipping our faces, which was off limits as part of the scene limits. So the breast whipping actually turned out to be a rather nice respite from the much more painful back whipping.
I knew before hand that Renee was essentially a sadist, though a very sexual and sensual one. Her kink was causing pain in others, and satisfying a sexual desire afterwards (or during). She isn't as experienced with bondage and domination as most of the doms I visit, but on the other hand it is hard finding a good lesbian domme. So it was known going in that we were in for a whipping and maybe some other painful experiences. When engaging in kink, one has to share and accommodate the kinks and styles of your partners.
The whipping had gone on for a while, and the entire back side of my body was burning from the flogger; the sensations of feeling Connie's reactions to the pain were as much a part of the experience as anything. Being tied directly to her, it was almost as if I could feel her pain directly.
The whipping finally stopped and Renee began the process of lowering us from the pulleys that kept us up on our toes. We sank down. Connie actually sank down to the ground, and because we were still tied together, I went down as well. We were both pretty sweaty by then and our naked bodies slipped and slid as we lay on the floor, still facing each other, though out heads and shoulders were not longer pulled apart. As a result our faces came together.
I went to kiss Connie, my usual reaction when her face is that close to mine, but she turned away. I think she was in too much pain to want to make out at that moment.
Renee untied our waist strap and the ankle restraints that kept us bound together. I rolled over on the floor; the vinyl flooring was cool on my burning back. The whipping was over, at least it seemed to be for now and I was panting, recovering
We both lay on our stomachs on the floor, awaiting Renee's pleasure.
The whipping had been intense, but expected. I knew Renee had simple needs and they involved dominating and hurting other women. I expected to be whipped. Being tied to Connie as it happened, feeling every bit of her reaction at the same time as mine, was unexpected.
Renee sat down in a chair in front of us.
"Now, we shall have a contest. Siobhan, I want you to make Connie come. Get between her legs and make her cum. I in turn will try to make you cum. Whoever cums first loses. Winner gets to make me cum; loser gets a spanking."
Making someone else cum that doesn't want to is not easy. The whole idea of 'forced cums' is overdone. If someone really doesn't want to orgasm, they can usually stop it. Having them tied down at your mercy sort of helps, but still... I wondered how long we were be there trying to make each other cum.
I knew how to make Connie cum, that was my advantage. I'd eaten her out hundreds of times and could read her responses like a book. She was also at an extremely heightened sexual arousal at the moment. The scene so far had made her glistening wet, she wanted to cum, I knew.
Well, so did I... I was wet as a mop myself.
Renee grew tired of me balking and grabbed my by the hair, dragging me over and put my head between Connie's legs.
"Start. I will start as well."
I dived in, licking and suckling Connie's cunt, going a bit faster than I might usually but doing what I knew she liked best. Starting with the folds all around and slowly making my way to her clit. I would also use my tongue inside her with my nose rubbing her clit, that usually finished her off.
Suddenly my own clit exploded with sensation.
I hated it. I hate having my clit stimulated so intensely, and yet it does the job. I tried to lick and suck Connie, but that vibrator had be rolling around and moaning and jerking and no matter what I did it followed me. The stimulation built relentlessly, my body responded in spite of anything I tried to do and I shuddered to an orgasm.
I lost the contest, easily. Renee had me on my back, hips up in the air to push against the vibrator as I shuddered to a climax, It took about two, maybe three minutes.
It's actually rather easy to tell when I am having an orgasm. I tend to be a bit loud about it, and my chest and neck flush, nipples hard as a rock. It can't be hidden.
Renee kept the vibrator on my clit for a little while after the orgasm began to fade, frustrating me even further. I hate that, being tied up and helpless and having someone stimulate my most sensitive area. It's almost as bad as needles under the fingernails.
Fortunately she stopped after a minute and I flopped down exhausted.
Connie, still restrained and in a very submissive mood, knelt before Renee as she was teased and instructed.
"Now, start off with a gentle licking, kissing. I want you to make love to my pussy, not treat it like some cock. Make the sensations build, the excitement build. "
"I know you are experienced with Siobhan, the two of you probably go at it once a day. So show me your best technique."
"Yes, ma'am," Connie croaked. She was collared and leashed, and I knew from the lingering taste in my mouth her cunt was soaking wet. This was what her psyche needed; an overbearing mistress demanding perfection and threatening punishment if it didn't happen.
I lay on the floor and observed as Connie moved in to Renee's crotch, doing her best to follow instructions.
Renee half sat on the edge of a bench (used to strap people down) and spread her legs. I watched from the floor as I saw her cunt exposed for the first time, then as it disappeared behind Connie's head as it moved in.
My bondage wasn't super tight, like I prefer, because it was leather cuffs and clips. But it was definitely enough to keep me in one place and not able to move. It was frustrating watching Connie pleasure Renee. I wanted it. Either side. I either wanted to feel and taste Renee, or have someone pay attention to my own pussy.
But I had to lay there and watch as Renee slowly breathed faster, then grabbed Connie's head and shoved it in between and against her pussy hard.
"Keep going," Grunted Renee. "Harder. That's it.... god yes..."
Connie's tongue was out continuously, rubbing onto Renee's clit hard. Renee moved her hip and jerking, convulsive movements against Connie's face.
I turned away. I didn't want to watch, but I heard Renee cum. She was panting and let out a serious of sharp, deep moans, then held her breath for a moment then moaned a few more times.
The slurping slowed and stopped.
"Good girl. I think I shall give you a reward. What would you like," Renee purred. "Would you like to whip your mate there, or would you like her to give you an orgasm like you just gave me?
Connie would take the orgasm for sure. She was the only one of the three of us that hadn't had one, primarily because in spite of my best efforts I had been distracted and diverted and hadn't been able to finish her.
"I want to whip her," Connie said.
I turned my head back to them, surprised. "What?"
Connie looked at me with an evil glint. "I can get an orgasm from you most days of the week, but I want to try whipping your ass."
"Oh... fuck..."
Connie is not a top, not a domme. She generally has no interest in dominating someone else. But she can be a royal bitch. So when she said she wanted to whip me, I was scared.
I was still laying on the floor, cuffed and linked into a loose hogtie with my wrists and arms strapped to my ankles. Connie straddled me, turning me over and sat on my face.
Well, at least she wasn't going to whip me, I thought. She's on my face.
Her pussy, the one I know very well and eat out at least a couple of times a week and usually more, was smashed into my face aggressively. She began rocking back and forth, sliding her extremely wet lips all over my face, basically using me as a human sybian. My face was her masturbation toy and she was abusing it.
I did my best, honestly. I worked on her with my tongue, my lips, my nose. She was really in control though, I just worked with whatever movements she was doing.
I swear she had an orgasm but she either didn't or she wanted more and soon twisted around so her pert little ass as smashed onto my nose and demanded I keep going. That's when she started whipping my pussy.
My nose, which previously had been called into action to rub on my girlfriend's clit as she slid down, suddenly discovered her ass and sphincter. She was clean thank god (remember we both had enemas before coming, this was a perfect example of why). But she still smelled slightly and I didn't like the way she ground down on my face as she slid forward. Connie likes a little ass play but this was the first time she'd used my nose for it.
Clearly I wasn't doing good enough of a job because I suddenly felt my pussy explode in stinging pain.
"MMffmfmff...." I yelped into folds of pussy flesh.
My legs weren't tied or forced apart, but the fact my wrists were fastened to them tended to pull them apart. The pain made me automatically jerk my knees together but just trying to lick, suck and breathe made it hard to keep myself closed. Whenever I loosened my knees, spreading a bit, I got another stinging whack.
I have to tell you, the crop didn't hurt that bad, I've been in a lot more pain (including during the whipping earlier). But a constant whacking rhythm in a sensitive area builds up and before long I was crying real tears. They mixed with Connie's pussy juices and just helped the entire slippery mess as she came (probably a third time).
We had reached the end of our rented time in the room and someone banged on the door.
Things came to a screeching halt, which was good because I was beginning to see spots from not being able to breathe.
We dressed. Gingerly. Renee was grinning and happy. Connie was sore, but I was more sore. That last pussy beating was going to make it hard to sit down for a few days.
Renee kissed us both, a genuine intimate kiss of a satisfied lover.
"I hope you guys had fun," she said. "I did, but I really tried for you too."
I nodded, noting my bra was chaffing against some welts from the whipping. "Yeah... actually it was really good. Maybe again sometime?"
I glanced at Connie, who was the wild card here. She had to be convinced to come in the first place.
Connie nodded as she got her shoes on and tied them. "I had a lot of fun," she said. "It should have been longer and you should have been more aggressive," she added. "I like more humiliation."
"And I like... well, we can discuss it later," I said, "I can give you tips and ideas. If you want them."
"I'd love them," Renee said.
All in all the session was rather straightforward. Renee knows what she likes, which is doling out pain to other women, and her experience is limited. But she shows potential. Connie was OK and enjoyed the whole experience and it looked like the start of a potential new play activity for us. All in all not bad.
Covid resurged soon after that and future sessions were put on hold for a while.
