“You promised to hit me if I got you photographs today.”
I was half-joking when I said it, but I’d be a liar to say part of me wasn’t serious. It was my first official trip to the dungeon and the luxurious collection of tables, benches, cages, spinning wheels and racks was most inviting. I’d been there the previous weekend for a private photo shoot with K. but i’d had my professional/artistc brain i that day. Now, at night, with lots of other people around, some starting to play, others just socializing, in various states of dress (and undress), my curious/hungry brain dictated, though i probably wouldn’t have been so forward with a stranger.
K was already talking to a beautiful, curvy woman with olive skin, slightly Asian features and gleaming straight black hair. I got the feeling i was cutting in, but K seemed okay with it, so I let her lead me into the play space. K chose a long bench with a center beam and two lower beams covered in textured vinyl. She ordered me to strip and i obeyed quickly, feeling no trace of embarrassment or apprehension — a testament to the open, welcoming vibe i’d gotten since I’d arrived that evening. K directed me to kneel face down on the center bench with my elbows and knees on the lower benches. I did as I was told. Looking to my left I saw the dark-haired woman seated on a chair, intently watching K and I. To my right on the far side of the room was an older man whom I could swear wore ladies’ high-heeled shoes, also watching us silently. For some reason, I didn’t mind being watched this way, being seen this way by total strangers. Truth be told, it kind of excited me and also made me want to do well, behave properly and please K. Maybe it’s a sub thing, I don’t know.
I felt K’s hands on my back, running along my spine, cool and soft and i couldn’t help smiling. My dark skin seems to fascinate people when we play. I have practically no body hair, so i guess that’s inviting too. K came around to kneel and face me, smiling as she bound my wrists together and tethered them to a ring on the bench. “Okay?” she asked softly. “Yes, Mistress K,” i said looking her in the eyes. After tying my hands, K briefly held them in hers, checking for warmth/curculation. As she rose and went to tie my feet, i looked up to see two more players near us in a hot foot-worship scene: He, shirtless and kneeling on the floor while she reclined in a sofa chair as he kissed, caressed, massaged and fully embraced her feet with what was obviously loving devotion. They were so caught up in their intimate and silent scene that i don’t think they even realized i was watching….I found myself wondering if someday they’d allow me to photograph their beautiful ritual.
The slap of K’s hand on my bare ass brought me back to myself and back under her command. I loved how she kept a free hand on my back even as she struck me; though i couldn’t see her i always knew she was “with” me through her touch. I wondered if that was something she learned from Her Master…or if she was just wonderfully sensitive that way. Maybe both?
She struck me with her open hand several times before returning to the skin of my back. I use lots of moisturizer to avoid dry, ashy skin (especially in winter) so I imagine my skin is much softer than the average man’s. K raked her nails down the length of my back as i shivered and sighed. She tried to tickle me along my sides, but i was more aroused than tickled. I don’t have a steady SO, and this sort of touching is very intoxicating to me, which in turn brings our more of my vulnerable, submissive side. I had to resist the urge to beg for more as I didn’t want to get caught “topping from the bottom.”
K broke contact with me long enough to visit the toy rack and chose a riding crop. K is very into pony play and actual equestrian activities as well, so the crop suited her…and it showed. Her blows were sharp and precise, stinging my hips, thighs and ass, warming the skin and i suspect making it jiggle just slightly. I’ve been told I have a nicely shaped ass so it didn’t surprise (or bother) me that she gave it so much attention. I have to admit I felt very sexy when she would grab my ass after a blow or two.
I closed my eyes as K used the crop and tried to visualize her smile, her enjoyment as she took her pleasure of me. Sensing me trying to “get ready” for her blows, she played “cat and mouse” with the crop, feinting, hesitating and finally striking once my guard was down. I’m naturally attracted to smart/clever people, so this show of intelligence turned me on instantly. Of course being turned on only added to my predicament; belly-down is how i usually masturbate, so getting so excited in this position could have resulted in my coming quite easily…and i wasn’t sure if that was good form in this particular dungeon. Fortunately K’s crop strokes reminded me to compose myself and behave in a proper, gentlemanly manner.
K alternated between the crop, a large flogger, a wicker paddle and a few different canes, stopping between each on to scratch, claw and massage my skin. No matter where I’ve been, there’s never a great many people of color (especially submissive men) in any scene, so I’m usually the first black person most people play with. I couldn’t help but smile as K relished my skin, like it was some delightful, exotic toy nobody else in the room could have. I nearly laughed out loud as she wrote her name across my back.
I’m not sure if it was instinct or her own experience, by K always made sure to “come see me” smiling, letting me know she was please, making sure I was happy, even tweaking my nose a couple of times. One thing I loved was her asking me to describe how each toy felt after she used it on me. I’m pretty good with words (I hope) and my impressions definitely seemed to please her…Though for all the things she tried, that riding crop remained her favorite.
They say that time flies when something is fun, but in this case, time seemed to stand still, even stop as K and i gave and took. Finally we had to stop: K still had the dark-haired woman waiting patiently and I had to make the last bus for home. She untied me and gently helped me sit up, giving me cool water to drink as she tidied up the play area. As i began dressing, i shivered slightly, realizing i was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. I smiled, proud of the effort I’d given to K. Once I was less spacey, K hugged me, telling me how please she was at how well I done and promising to tell my Sir just that. She promised we’d play again and go even farther next time.
Obviously I’ll be holding her to that.
