I was in town to visit Mistress. It had been almost two months since the first time I visited her, which had been pretty hard for either of us to bear. Now that I was here, I tried to make every moment count. Having been away for so long made me want to do everything, all at once.
Telephone, chat, and webcams were nice, but presence and touch were far, far nicer. Aside from all of the obvious ways, just being able to snuggle against her was sheer heaven. Touch is definitely my strongest sense. Some people seem to live life more through sight and hearing. While I definitely enjoy those too, when I can really touch someone I love, the other senses are completely gratuitous. My eyes could just roll back up into my head, and I would never notice. So now that I was really here in person and could experience that again, I was in heaven.
I had been in town for a couple of days now, and we had been having a wonderful time so far. Among other things, I had gotten to spend some time with her three-year-old son, who's terrific, and we had gotten to see some live music and have a nice dinner out. And, of course, we had started getting caught up in the bedroom.
I was still really new to S/M. I had only had a couple of sessions so far, though I could tell from the first one that I loved it and wanted as much as I could get. So when we came back to the bedroom that night and Mistress got out her toybag, I was pretty excited.
I got undressed and laid down on the bed. She handed me a couple of pillows, and told me to lie on my stomach, with the pillows under me. This put my ass up in the air a bit, so it was easy for her to reach for whatever she was planning. I tried to relax with some deep breathing exercises, but it was hard, because I couldn't stop wondering what she would pull out of her toybag this time. I was hoping it would be the cane, which I was looking forward to trying, and she hadn't used on me yet. But, really, I was still new enough that anything at all sounded exciting.
Mistress set the toybag down, and walked over beside the bed, where I could see her without straining my neck to look over my shoulder. She knelt down beside me so she cold look me in the eye, then smiled. "I always like it when you make noises, pet, but this time I want you to try to stay put for as long as you can. If you have to shift or struggle, then do it, pet; at some point, I expect it will be inevitable. I'll just be... disappointed if it's too soon, that's all."
"Of course, Mistress."
She moved back behind me, and I felt her climb up on the bed next to me. I did the best I could to relax as she got comfortable.
She started by spanking my ass with her hand. It wasn't very hard. "This isn't so bad," I thought. I was a little disappointed, because I wanted it to be harder, but I knew she was just getting me warmed up for later. She continued spanking me with her hand, not quite as softly, and I settled in a little better. I was getting relaxed, and my ass was just starting to get sensitive. I didn't hurt at all yet, really, but it was beginning to get sensitive to what was happening. It was more like it was soothing, sort of like a massage. I relaxed as she kept up that rhythm for what I guess was a few minutes. I wasn't really paying attention to the passage of time as I got good and relaxed.
Then she stopped for a moment. When she resumed, the next blow was much harder. *Much* harder. I hadn't even been breathing heavily before, but when this one landed, I gasped a little. It wasn't extraordinarily painful, but the change was a shock. It didn't feel like her hand anymore, but it was still a slapping sensation over an area, and not a narrow line or something like that, and I wondered if it was a paddle of some kind. Mistress hadn't used a paddle on me before, and I couldn't see from where I was lying, so I wasn't sure.
She continued on with whatever she was using, and the stronger sensation really felt good. It felt more intense, and I could feel my consciousness drawn to the site of each strike as it landed. I suppose it was about this time that I stopped thinking, and just started feeling, as she continued the blows.
After a while, the jolts started getting stronger and more frequent, and my cheeks were definitely becoming more sensitive. She started varying the timing of the blows, so I didn't know when to expect them. As they got harder, the hits gradually started to hurt. They still felt good in a way that's hard to describe, but they definitely hurt, too.
When Mistress had been hitting me at that pace for a time, she stopped for a moment, and began massaging my ass cheeks with her hands. My ass was pretty sensitive by this point, so even being kneaded stung, and I was breathing pretty hard as she proceeded. She asked how I was doing.
"Good, Mistress." By this point, it already felt a little strange to speak, but having to say something got my mind working a little. As I mentioned earlier, I'm still a novice at S/M, but one of the things I noticed at the very first session was that it stopped my mind from racing. That's no small issue for someone like me who spends entirely too much time using logic or worrying about things. Even during the first session, a spanking had worked better than months of meditation had so far. Amazing.
Mistress finished rubbing my ass, and stopped to pick up whatever tool she had been using earlier. As she resumed, it got harder to stay put. Soon I was consistently breathing fairly hard, and whenever a particularly hard blow hit, I gasped. It was still a mix of hard and soft blows rather than a consistent rhythm, but as it went on, the hard blows got progressively harder, and even the soft blows got harder as well. I had to focus on not squirming, which was my natural inclination by this point. I was able to keep from moving, but it was already a bit of a struggle.
By this point, she seemed to be hitting me harder than she had in either of our previous sessions. Of course, my ass was pretty sensitive by this point, so it could be that she wasn't hitting me as hard as it seemed at the time. Still, it felt like she was really cutting loose. Mistress seemed to really enjoy it when I gasped at the force of a blow, and she began to add more hard blows into the mix.
I had moved from breathing hard to panting, and I began to moan with some of the strikes. It was getting harder and harder to withstand. Though I wasn't really thinking at all by this point, I was somehow still concentrating intently on not writhing my ass away from the blows. It was difficult, and I had to fight to keep enduring it. I focused on getting through a few hits at a time, then when I got through those, I focused on the next few. I doubted that I could hold up much longer.
Just then, she stopped. She began rubbing down my ass again, and it was so sensitive by that point that I cried out.
"You're doing pretty well so far, pet." I could hear the pleasure in her voice as she said this, and I smiled.
"Thank you, Mistress." I was proud I had been able to endure everything so far without trying to move.
"Of course, I expected you would get this far, pet. Now let's see how you can do when things get a little harder."
I could tell it was going to be a long, painful, wonderful night.