Quarantine is difficult, and I really miss public fetish events. I was having a little fantasy about the more hardcore fun I have at those events, so I took a moment to write it down. Enjoy!
You know when Ms. Delia strolls in through the doors of the club that every single eye in the place turns to her. Two of those eyes will belong to her prey. You never know who my victim will be on any given night. Could it be the young, nervous submissive who quickly averts his eyes as my eyes bore into him? Just could be that older, experienced pain slut over there. He gives me a knowing smile. You see, Ms. Delia has played with him a number of times, and for tonight, he’s exactly what she is looking for for some impact play.
Getting set up
Fetish clubs offer so many choices! Different rooms and each with pieces of furniture that can be used as I desire. I lead my pain slut first to a private room with a spanking bench. Warm-up is just so important! I order him over the bench, wrist and ankle cuffs are quickly secured, and a strap cinched over his waist. Reaching into my toy bag I grab a paddle and set myself up on either side of his hips, facing the paling white globes of his ass. I start by bringing the paddle down on one side, then on the other until his bottom is a delightful shade of red with so much heat coming off it. Everyone knows how much I hate a pale, white ass!
Cooling Down
That’s just the beginning. There’s much more play to come, however, so I take some cooling gel and rub it sensually over the poor man’s ass, cooling down the burning. But there is so much more to come! Time for some public play, as I lead the red-bottomed man out into of the room into the play space in the main arena, having him carry that bag. With his ankle and wrist cuffs still on, securing him to the St. Andrew’s Cross, his back against the smooth lacquered wood, is a breeze. His excitement is obvious to the crowd who have gathered. I take his cock in one hand, and slap it with the other, laughing evilly.
Choosing The Implements
The wonderful thing about the public play area is I don’t need to reach into my bag of tricks. There is a whole wall where floggers, paddles, and crops hang. I allow some friends of mine to gather around the pain slut, slapping his cock and balls, pinching his nipples and surrounding him, so he can’t see past them. It allows me to select my first toys to spank with and keep them a surprise from him. I thoughtfully pick out a short crop and a leather flogger with short tails. which is perfect for some CBT. I return, and everyone parts, leaving me a clear path to my willing victim. Grabbing his cock in one hand, I begin slapping it with the crop.
The slut is gasping as the crop lands on his cock, as I work along the shaft and towards the head. From the copious amounts of pre-cum dripping from his cockhead and I can both tell just how excited he’s becoming. Maybe too excited. Accidents will not be tolerated! I spin him around, and now his ass and back are facing the audience. This time when I head over to the Wall of Torment, I grab ta leather cat-o-nine tails It is time for flogging.
Impact Play and Flogging begins!
I use the cat-o-nine to kiss his ass.” He begins worshipping the leather, as I step behind him I swish the cat through the air experimentally. He can feel the rush of wind as the tails disturb the air. the anticipation – of getting that which he craves so deeply, causes goosebumps on the flesh of his back, as I slowly begin walking forward towards him.
Kiss of leather
I start out several feet away, just at the limit of the length of the tails on the cat. The whip begins kissing his wanton flesh. I like to make those first touches whisper-soft, just barely there. Building up the anticipation. The need. Then, I begin walking forward, the strikes from the cat-o-nine becoming harder and more insistent, stinging him as more of the tails land, leaving red stripes. I work his back, from below the shoulder blades, along his ass, and to the tops of his thighs, then back up again. My hand slides down the front of him, stopping to tweak a nipple, before grabbing his rock hard cock, dripping with precum.
Ready for more Impact
I stop, step back a bit, and admire My handiwork. “Umm, such a warm, red ass”, I observe as I step forward a bit and soothingly rubs my hand over it. He moans when I give him a barehanded spank on each cheek. I walk back to the wall and pick up one last implement and smile deviously bending down to the slave’s ear. I whisper “Are you ready for your punishment to really begin?” The sub is moaning, which turns into a high-pitched squeal as the first cane stroke hits him at the top of his ass, just above his crack. I stand off a bit to the side, and work my way down his ass with the cane, leaving a horizontal red angry stripe, each a 1/4 inch apart I mean, you have to take pride in your work, right?
Between the first and second I wait 10 seconds, then 9 seconds, then 8. The final cane strokes land one on top of the other, lifting the sub onto his tiptoes. I reach my hand under his twitching cockhead, know what is about to happen. The pain creates a surprising release, and as the sub just hangs there in his bonds I feed him his cum.
Have you ever cum from impact play? Remember to BEG for Mistress Delia!
That would be amazing Miss.
While I haven’t cum from impact play, you’ve made me cum from sounding and pegging which I love. Thank you?
Oh Mistress, such a delightful tail You weave/ i mean, with those broad pattern flail marks on my shoulders and back, and then those cross hatched thin red welts on my ass from the cane…Oh yes Mistress You know what i like and how to make me swoon.
i wish i could be that older submissive guy You mentioned again. i so miss the endorphin rush that starts when You crook Your finger for me to follow You into the private room. The quick negotiations of familiarity, the feel of You strong touch sucking all the willfulness from my belly chakra as You already bring me to the edge of my subspace abyss.
The cuffs, and then the first thud of Your heavy wooden paddle leaving it’s engraved Mistresses’ clearly visible as i slide over the edge and begin my immersion into the subspace only You can put me in. i have missed it terribly, craved it so much, and yet the thought of availing myself for Your enjoyment only steals me to breathe deeper, take the next blow, and float toward that point where pain becomes pleasure.
And then the extra rush, some would say, humiliation, as You lead me out into the public space to show everyone this strong alpha male, finding his place, consumed by his need, focused solely on his need to please his Mistress. At this point, You know i am willing to do what ever She needs, wants, or desires. To show them all the power i freely yield to You as You bring out parachutes, clamps and weights for nipple and CBT to release even more of those endorphins raging through my mind and body. The gentle massage of Your flogger at the beginning, so exhilarating, i don;t even know when those last blows begin to move my torso back and forth with each blow as i slump in my cuffs on the cross in front of everyone. Sinking deeper …
And then Your words about real pain, the way my eyes flash open, my breath catches in my throat as my fear of the focused intensity of the stinging burn of Your cane i know is coming. And then, i take a deep breathe and try to time its release with the impact. The shrill sound that comes from deep within me as the whistling of its thin firmness traveling through space ends with that solid thwack on impact. The searing pain, the tears, the clinch of my buttocks, the rush of ecstasy, . Then quickly remember to fake in the next breath, relax as much as possible as the dreaded whistle sound gains fills my ears.
Hearing the sound of Your power emanating through Your open throat chakra as i feel Your pleasure climbing higher into Your own Domme’ space with each stripe.. Your pleasure feeding my pleasure, taking me out of my body into that special place where we become each side of the same coin. That cascade of implosions causing rainbows to spin and eventually burst into the white cloud of unity, Domme’ and Her pet. And the power Your touch has to make my cock shoot its entire load without even a stroke and further exhibit Your dominance by greedily slurping it from Your fingers and hand.
As the other guests support my limp body as You unfasten the cuffs, You direct them back to the private space, where someone has arranged a nice pallet of blankets and pillows for the aftercare You will give, further reminding me why i like to play so hard and how i adore being Your “collared one”
Oh yes Mistress, quarantine sucks and i have so missed spending quality time in Your dungeon.
I did on one occasion. It was not purely from impact. There was plenty of pleasure before hand, and my wife had me close to an edge. Then it was across her lap while she sat on the bed. A lengthy hand spanking, helped by my cock on her thighs took me over the edge. She was not expecting it, but now she keeps a closer watch.
Oh yes, I want some impact play!
Thank you, Ryan!
I agree it is hot and fun!
Thanks so much sounding boy!!!
I love when those awesome and unexpected orgasms happen!
Oh, thank you kneelcc for such a comment. I just KNOW you felt every word of that story I wrote. I truly enjoyed thinking of a dungeon public scene!
Glad you felt the submissive side too!
Ms. Delia
I wonder if her soft, warm thighs also helped? I think an OTK spanking is extra naughty when thighs are soft and warm.
Ms. Delia
I am so glad to know you need impact play, pierced john!
Ms. Delia
Miss Delia (or do you prefer ‘Ms Delia?), Are you the lady in the bottom picture in this blog. she has her back turned to the camera and is wearing patterned stocking tops and black underpants. She looks very fetching and commanding!
Oh Michael…are you finding yourself just staring at my ass now? So submissive of you!
Well, Miss Delia (or ‘Ms Delia??), I’m sure lots of men stare at your ass. After all, your well toned arms and legs do ripple with power and strength!!
Well thank you for that compliment! I always think men stare at my ass, so I do work to keep it looking sexy!
Ms. Delia
Well, Ms Delia, I guess you don’t mind men staring at your ass as long as they don’t try to touch it! If they did misbehave in that way, I’m sure they would soon feel the force of your wrath (e.g. via a karate chop, knee to the groin, arm lock, etc.)!!
Of course, Michael!! I do know how to take care of myself, and any man who did something inappropriate would be punished!
Ms. Delia
Ms Delia, it’s a good thing that you know how to take care of yourself and know how to deal with any unwanted attention. If the guys around you (e.g. family, friends, work colleagues, etc.) know that you have some self-defence and/or martial arts skills, they usually won’t dare to put any unwanted hands on you (e.g. hand on shoulder, arm around waist, hand on knee, or ass/bottom pinching). After all, they will know in the backs of their minds that you could put them flat on their back, and that would severely dent their egos!!
Mmmm. Thank you, Michael!