I am new to this.
So new, that I do not know where my limits are. Oh, there are the ones that Sir calls the “Big Four”, which I agree with.
- No animals
- No children
- No dead things
- Nothing that belongs in a toilet
Anything else is cause for discussion.
The past few weeks, Sir has been devoting a week to each impact implement. By spending a week with each thing, we both learn a lot. I learn what I can handle. Sir learns how I react to impact, placement, and recovery.
We finished Cane Week last Saturday night.
The cane is an iconic item in BDSM. Its fame/infamy has been highlighted in sensational news stories, and literature. It can do a lot of harm. It is exquisitely painful; made of snap and sting.
I was afraid that I would not be able to handle the cane. But, for me, being afraid means that I need to do it. I must do it. We headed into the week.
The first day, my knees buckled a bit with the third strike. Sir had to keep reminding me to breathe. I still ended up light-headed and dizzy by the end. It hurt a lot. The pain, along with its residual sting, never became dulled. It was as if I could not get used to it. Sir says that is due to its whippiness.
My body seems to like it, though. A few strokes in, and I’m wet.