Plugging, edging, deepthroating & more (7)

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Contined from… Plugging, edging, deepthroating & more (6)

On the tenth and last night of the whipping, I started out with the plug again. Again I kept it in until bedtime as it the plug was not hurting me anymore. Edging was done on the couch again, but with little enthusiasm as I had a really bad day. I just did not feel it. I was low, almost depressed and had to make an effort to talk properly to the people around me. That night, before we went upstairs, I got a massive headache that only went away four days later. After the edging I thanked Master T and went about my business again until bedtime.

In the bedroom I practiced the Sula and Sula-ki positions again and then lay down on the bed in the Sula position. I was ready for the last night of the whipping of my breasts and pussy. Master T started out with some fierce lashes. I panicked. My head was hurting, I was tired and I almost cried that I was not going to be able to handle this for ten minutes. He paid no attention to what I said. I turned my head away and cried, silently. The middle part of the whipping felt less fierce than the first and I could not determine if it was because He was being more gently or I was getting used to it. The last part was fierce and painful again. When He was done I lay on the bed, crying. It was not all because of the whipping. Some of it was because I was tired, some for the headache, some because of my shitty day. I just needed the cry.

Master T lay down next to me and took me in His arms.

“Thank me,” He said, and I thanked Him through my tears.

Then He held me and let me cry. I cried some more when I went to the bathroom some time later and finally fell asleep, exhausted. The next day I still had a headache and my eyes looked terrible, but at least the gloomy feeling was gone.

And, I completed another goal on my 101 list! I could not have done it without Master T and I could not have done it without going through the pain. I was getting back to the place where I was, back to obeying Him, to being punished when I don’t. I was getting back to where I wanted to be. His sub, always.

The next day we spoke about the Sula and Sula-ki. Those are not such challenging positions as the bracelets position I practiced earlier in the year. Master T told me to look for another position, something that would not hurt my foot, as that was still healing.

I edged two more nights, on the couch and was plugged one of those two nights, during the edging. And I didn’t forget to thank Him, because I was quite sure He would bring out the whip again, or maybe the RVS cane!

© Rebel’s Notes