This is a detailed description of our second date with Master R. And Dena. No, I do not have such a good memory that I can remember everything this well, but I have been smart enough to make notes during the moments that we were told to rest. Those notes and my memories brings you these posts.
Continued from… Fifty Shades of Red – Our second date (6)
By the time I stood up an hour later to have the next five orgasms, Master R. was tying Dena into a different harness than the previous times. This one had diamond shapes, and some ‘freestyling’ by Master R. Part of the ‘freestyling’ was when he pulled the rope between her legs, running from the front to the back. I watched, still looking peaceful on the outside, but feeling restless inside, as He tied the last knot and looked content with His handiwork. With His finger He beckoned for me to come towards Him. I was next to be tied in the same harness. He told us that we could sit down. We had to sit down very carefully as the rope running between our legs was quite uncomfortable. We kept our backs straight – that was the most comfortable position we could find.
Master R. sat down next to Dena and pulled her across His lap. He started spanking her. My heart raced; my palms became sweaty. I knew I would be next. I wanted it. And I knew it would hurt. But I wanted it anyway. Dena’s ass was bright red when Master R. was done. I admired her once again for staying still and just taking the spanking. In the beginning she seemed to wince some, but then she just relaxed and took all of the slaps on her buttocks one by one. I really admired this! Dena was told to stand in the corner. I loved the sight of her red ass. Master R. patted his legs as He looked at me, indicating that I had to lie down across His lap. I did and the spanking started. At first I fought it. It hurt. Then I felt a kind of peace coming over me and I just relaxed and let the slaps rain down on my ass. It did not last for long before I was breathing hard again, fighting the pain. I breathed in deeply when Master R. rubbed gently over my ass, before He started spanking me again.
I felt the hurt, but still felt at peace and I felt relaxed. The slaps rained on my ass in a long volley. I felt the burning, felt Master R.’s hands relentlessly spanking me, but still I just relaxed. It felt good, to just let go. My eyes were closed, my mind focused. Master R. stopped and softly rubbed over my buttocks.
“Very good,” He said and I beamed, feeling proud.
He helped me to get up and told me to stand in the corner, next to Dena. I felt at peace with the world and if they would have told us at that moment that we had to get dressed to go home, I would have been content with it.
But they had some more in stall for us…
Master R. tied our hands in front of our bodies again and raised them above our heads the same way He did the night before. This time I knew what was coming, or at least, I thought I knew. Looking back, I think Master R. might have had this grand finale planned. The riding crop, maybe even two, the flogger, the cane, another thinner (very mean) cane, the whip… I have no idea what else touched our bodies. Grunts and minimal moans from Dena; audible moans and tears from me. Again the session lasted about half an hour. This time there were other implements. Master R. definitely had quite a variation in His ‘repertoire’. He did not only use the implements; He also used His hands. He slapped and pinched our tits. The cane touched our tits too, on the top and the bottom. The cane touched the inside of our legs, and the sides. Not only Master R. touched us. Master T. was making photos but taking every opportunity to pinch our nipples.
During this session I noticed different things. Yes, everything hurt, some more than others, but there were moments where I felt relaxed and just let the implement impact with my body. Especially with the flogger. At the moments where the implements were impacting with Dena’s body, I hung my head against my arms, waiting. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but yet again the thought of stopping did not cross my mind. After an especially intense implement – I have no idea which one it was – I felt my body shake and shiver. Tears were running down my face and I just could not control the shaking. Afterward Dena told me that it’s because of endorphins that were released. In this last session I had another new sensation. I became incredibly horny. Master R. came to stand behind us to calm us and make sure we were okay, and one time He did this, I pressed my body back against His. I really, but really wanted to be fucked at that moment. I did not care by whom, I just wanted to be fucked, but there was no way that I would have been able to say it.
Master R. hugged me when the session was over. Through my teary eyes I smiled up at Him. His hand grabbed my ass and I winced. It hurt. We were untied and told that we could sit down and relax. Sitting down hurt. I knew that my ass was a mess. And the thought excited me. But the one thing that I found really remarkable at that very moment, was the peace of mind. The restlessness I had all morning was gone. I felt at peace. Each time I moved, my ass hurt and I smiled. Content. I was ready to take my ass with its fifty different shades of-red home, even though I would have wanted the weekend to last forever.
Master T. was so very sweet to me. He comforted me. Told me over and over how proud He was of me. We packed the car and drove off. In the car, Dena and I held hands. I dreaded the moment that we had to part and I had a feeling that she did too. I really wanted the weekend to go on and on, but life went on. When Master T. and I drove off, alone in the car, I cried. I was happy and sad at the same time. Sad to leave Master R. and Dena, but so happy and content after the weekend. I thanked Master T. for making this possible for me, for making me so incredibly happy. Halfway home I was suddenly incredibly horny. Master T. had His hand between my legs, rubbing my clitoris through my pantyhose. It was Sunday and I was not wearing any underwear. I had several orgasms before we were home, but by then I was panting for more. Master T. continued to be incredibly kind to me all day and into the evening. He fucked me hard that evening and I fell asleep in His arms afterward.
I have fully expected to experience a drop during the week after our fabulous weekend, but maybe because Master T. was kind and comforting every evening and every evening we made photos of the bruises to document the healing process, the sub drop did not happen. I feel loved and accepted by both Master R. and Dena. There is a wonderful click between the four of us and I sure hope that we will have lots of fun in future.
Just don’t expect me to do such an extensive report of each of our dates… but there will always be some kind of report. This is my journal after all…
© Rebel’s Notes
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