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Flogging Caning Scenes I've Had Used with permission. She was outed and removed her profile (on another site) with her writings. I asked and received permission to republish this here:. Rhythmic caning and flogging...simply spectacular By Mystic_Jewel Blissful heaven… …are the perfect words, Raymond, to describe our INCREDIBLE flogging and caning session. With your highly skillful flogging and rhythmic caning, I reached a whole new level of subspace, deeper than I ever experienced. Before we started, you provided me with that initial connection by looking into my eyes, caressing my face, softly speaking to me with your soothing voice, allowing me to fully trust you and completely relax. Turning me around so I was facing the bench, you guided my body forward, leaning me over the higher part of the spanking bench... my ass propped up high, my head hanging on the lower portion, then gently fanning my hair over my entire face. I felt very relaxed, comfortable, putting me in a calming mood. As the session began, feeling the softness of your first flogger along my body, I easily blocked out all the noise in the background, focusing only on the sensation. As you continued, you masterfully and gradually built me up, switching to different floggers, each having a more intense impact, as you expertly spread the strikes over my back, ass and thighs. As you picked up the tempo, combining the slower with the faster hits, I felt myself drifting further into subspace. Being a sensation masochist, the build-up is what I adore, so when the harder strikes comes, I truly feel it throughout my entire body, sending beautiful waves of pleasure. With the increasing intensity of the blows, my mind quickly turned the pain into pleasure, wanting more and more, which you continued to give me. Even though, I was sinking further and further into a zone, I felt every time you continually checked on me, pressing your body against mine, breathing along with me, taking in the energy we exchanged gave me such an incredible high, and deeper connection with you. I then felt another, new sensation along my body…a smooth feeling tool…the Cane. As you gently stroked it along my legs and ass, my juices began flowing in anticipation. Having never been caned before, I had no idea on what to expect, but trusting in you, made me feel at ease and also excited. As you slowly struck the canes from my thighs and ass, bringing up the tempo, my entire body was on fire. Feeling the harder, and harder blows, going faster and faster, into a symphonic rhythm, my body “danced’ along with the beat, while my mind floated away. At the point where I thought I could not take it anymore, I felt this amazing burn throughout my entire body, turning pain into pure pleasure and ecstasy. I felt myself passing over into a higher level of pain threshold, falling further into a deeper zone, wanting more. As you continued and repeated this process over and over again, it sent my mind over the edge to the point where I felt like I was floating…the most SPECTACULAR feeling !! I did not know that rhythmic caning could be so sensual, so erotic. When you then brought me back down by flogging and our session ended, I was SO far gone..the furthest subspace I have ever achieved. All I remember is being picked up off the bench, carried over and being placed on your lap, receiving aftercare, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. I kept holding you tighter, seeking more warmth, feeling your skin against mine, enjoying the energy we were exchanging. It was by far the longest time I have spent in aftercare feeling tranquil, euphoric, serene, at peace. After I recovered, I later learned that what I thought was a 30 minute session was actually about 1 ½ hour. That is how zoned out I was, how far deep I was into subspace. It took me a good long time to truly be awake and regain some energy. Amazing, incredible, spectacular, wonderful do not do justice on how I felt about our flogging / rhythmic caning session. Thank you SO very much, Raymond, for bringing me to…… Blissful heaven ============================================= And Here's My Take On That Scene: Rythmic Flogging and Caning, and Adult Supervision During Public Play, Inspired by Mystic_Jewel and Arhylda “…As you continued and repeated this process over and over again, it sent my mind over the edge to the point where I felt like I was floating…the most SPECTACULAR feeling !! I did not know that rhythmic caning could be so sensual, so erotic. When you then brought me back down by flogging and our session ended, I was SO far gone..the furthest subspace I have ever achieved. All I remember is being picked up off the bench, carried over and being placed on your lap, receiving aftercare, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. I kept holding you tighter, seeking more warmth, feeling your skin against mine, enjoying the energy we were exchanging. It was by far the longest time I have spent in aftercare feeling tranquil, euphoric, serene, at peace. After I recovered, I later learned that what I thought was a 30 minute session was actually about 1 ½ hour. That is how zoned out I was, how far deep I was into subspace. It took me a good long time to truly be awake and regain some energy. Mystic_Jewel wrote about our Flogging/Caning scene here: Rhythmic caning and flogging...simply spectacular and while I don’t think I can do the scene justice in words, I’d needed to put down what it was like for me. Also, the important role Arhylda played. Arhylda was what I call, my Adult Supervision during that scene. I often get spacey when I top in public. It’s usually near the end or just after. My mind seems focused inward, meditative, even a feeling of being drugged, sometimes giggly. My Adult Supervisor plays a simple and important role getting me to that head space. The main thing people will see is my supervisor clears my equipment away from the play area, and cleans up for the next people who want to use the space. I can let go of any concerns or distractions, focus on play and after care. Often I’ll play with two people in a night, so often they take turns being my supervisor. During a scene they can make sure no one gets too close, have a towel handy to wipe sweat off my brow, that sort of thing. There are plenty of times that level of attention isn't needed, and they can socialize. They just keep an eye on when I finish and step in to clean and clear. At Aviary, if you see my slave Leeloo taking the role of Adult Supervisor while I’m playing with someone else, she usually can quietly chat with someone (she’s shy, so introduce yourself if you like. Just talk quietly so I can focus on my scene!) While they’re packing my gear and cleaning, I’m off with my partner for after care. The supervisor finishes clearing/cleaning and then makes sure we’re settled in ok. And often they can help with aftercare, making sure we’re hydrated, rubbing shoulders/neck or feet. Some will even cuddle up. Depends on the person and circumstances. Arhylda and I got together to prep for the scene. She had a thoughtfully packed aftercare kit with things like water, chocolates, salty snacks. I have my own but forgot chocolate that night, so I appreciated her attention to detail. Arhylda took a position away from the spanking bench to have a good view and I focused my attention on Mystic_Jewel. After talking over expectations, concerns, communication styles and such, I began to draw Mystic_Jewel into our scene. Simple things like taking her hands and asking her to, “…stand right here, that’s just right,” a minor way of taking control though from her it isn’t much more than courtesy, I might has well be asking, “…please pass the butter,” at the dinner table. “As you feel my touch and hear this voice, notice the gathering of the fabric of your dress as I remove it….” Well it goes on like this and Mystic_Jewel finds herself face down on the spanking bench, her head lower ( you might say the bench is turned, “the other way,”) because she told me she likes it that way. While she likes blindfolds, seeing her facial expression is important to me. Draping her long blond hair to hang around her is a suitable compromise, her view mostly blocked, but I can move in and check in , see and get a feel for what’s going on with her. I stroke the small of her back, nape of her neck, stroke and warm her back, thighs and bottom with my hands. One hand continues while the first flogger joins in stroking her skin. The flogger doesn't so much strike at first, I just have it fall in a cascade waterfall of tails, falling on her back over a period of time. Sensation and managing less of a warm up than my hands. Rhythmic. The first two floggers are 274 strands of mason line, soft, on bright yellow, the other a fluorescent orange. No black light at William Way to really show off their garishness. She can’t see them, so what they look like doesn’t matter. For her, what do the floggers feel like? I check in, moving close to her face, the floggers draped and stroking her back and back side, it’s a small, alluring back side. My right shoulder is just behind her left, my hand creates an opening in her hair, I move in and my cheek touches her.I’m noticing her breathing, her open mouth with full lips, lower jaw hanging a bit, a moan, flush cheeks. They feel good. She can feel dual floggers, first the string ones, then my soft suede. Eventually move up to elk and then bull. Sometimes her head tilts back a bit or moves side to side. Check ins reveal a more open mouth, flaccid facial muscles, sometimes her head moves a bit to make contact with my face. With harder blows her back muscles tense after wards. And then she goes limp. Hit, let her process it, notice the reaction, choose what to do next…. Slow movements of head now and then. Sometimes when striking her ass her back arches and her ass moves up, offering itself for more. With harder blows her back muscles tense and she writhes. “….as in pain,” is partly how the dictionary refers to writhe. Yes, in pain, but there’s more than just pain, looking again at her open mouth, face, moans and noticing her breathing. Now and then I do that check in , and, “feel her energy,” whatever that really means. It’s something I believe, it’s something that I feel, it is true for me. That checking in feels good too. I walk around her while flogging, another way to vary the sensation. Stroke her body, another checking…. She feels the coldness of the first cane just sliding across her ass as a way of conveying, “We’re going to do something different now…” It’s just a piece of PVC pipe from Sears Hardware ( I use only the finest materials. ) Her back arches and she picks her head up, mouth still agape, takes in a breath and she relaxes, head back down, tilted a bit to the left. Her fingers as loose and relaxed as her draped hair. And the rhythmic caning begins. It might start on the nearest thigh, and the end makes it’s way to the opposite ass cheek. As I move it back my body moves with the cane and my free hand strokes the small of her back. My body movement determines where the cane goes, and I have a belief that I have this energy, she has hers, and it mingles and exchanges as we move. Thinking about this, writing about it gets me a bit spacey. Sometimes thigh to ass cheek, sometimes just ass cheeks, varying location and later adding a second cane. It becomes a drumming motion for a great deal of the time. In intervals I change to just tapping, giving a bit of a break and keeping up the rhythm, noticing her reaction, and then ramping up the force of the next set. Throughout Wicked_Jade’s body often moves in an almost dance like way, gasps and moans, she’s very responsive. I really can’t describe it. I wasn’t aware of it but Arhylda and a few others later told me sometimes I was responding to her responses and noises when I was hitting her harder with, “fuck…… fuck….” As I said, I get spacey and I’m thinking this was happening near the end. A double flogging with the soft string floggers all over her, walking around her, slowing down, cooling down and I allow that spacey feeling to take over. I put my tools down, draped myself over her and let go. Eventually I sat in a chair and some of Mystic_Jewel’s companions carried her over and sat her in my lap. Sometimes get giggly or just make cooing noises ( or something like that. ) We held each other and spaced out for some time. Her companions had other plans for her so they took her away at some point. Ahrylda helped me get downstairs to the after care room and I relaxed. She rubbed my feet and shoulders and stayed with me until I was finished enjoying a good head space. I’m thankful to have people like Leeloo and Arhylda to make my scenes go so much better. And fortunate to have Leeloo and MrsWise for so many other reasons. |
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We did another scene and the same venue and it was very similar. Just more intense. And it also gives one perspective on safe signals. ================================ “The first time you use a safe signal, you get roses,” I said as she opened the front door. While she was taking a shower I slipped out of the house and bought her a dozen roses. “You do mean it,” Mystic_Jewel said, referring to my constant explanation that, “Red!,” and “Yellow!” are good communication and welcomed. I’m always proud of my partner when they can use safe signals, or just plain English, when they need to let me know things aren’t going as expected, or just need to end a scene. Perhaps this gave her confidence, because the next time we played she said,“I want you to push me more than ever.” “Lucky I saved up my strength for tonight,” and I meant it. She was going to take a lot out of me as Mystic_Jewel’s desire and tolerance for pain is off the charts. We had socialized that the party and were discussing our scene for that night. She’s a hot blond, tall, slim, sexy, a fireball of energy and a knockout. At a recent weekend event she won, Sexiest Costume,” but surely it was more for her sexiness than that of the French maids outfit. Outgoing something I really like about her is that she makes people feel good and accepted. Happy she was all mine that night. Some friends gathered. One fairly new to the scene sat almost right in front of where we were going to play. She reclined in her seat as if to say, “I’m here for the duration, going to take this all in.” And she did. Negotiation ironed out, I faced Mystic_Jewel, “Let’s take a few minutes to connect…” we held each other, we took a moment to notice our breathing, relaxed a bit, and drew each other together with the intention to let the world drop away. Her pupils are permanently different sizes, her only, “imperfection,” and it’s a cool one. As we connected, as I spoke to her, Mystic_Jewel’s larger pupil dilated noticeably and she closed her eyes. She draped her body onto mine. “You’ll feel the fabric tug and drop from you as I undress you….fell your bra unhook, straps fall (off her shoulder)….” I love revealing her body. “…and as we leave those clothes behind, maybe we can leave the week behind, and you can follow me…” as I led her to the bench. She likes to have her head lower than her torso when beaten, so I put her, “backwards,” on the bench, He feet flat on the floor, bent over and well supported. By draping her long hair down around her face down head anything she would otherwise see if she opened her eyes are obscured. She likes blindfolds, I like seeing her face during play so this is the compromise we agreed to. I can take a look when I like. I stroked up her legs leading past her lovely small ass, and began placing hanks of jute from the small of her back on up. At times her back arches to the touch of my hand or rope, and then she settles back in. Picking up one hank l pulled the loop allowing rope to fall open onto her. I made my way up to the front of the bench and slowly secured her wrists. Touching, fondling, navigating about her body I secured rope around her thighs, under the furniture, out the front of the bench and over to her wrists. When she would pull on any limb, it would pull a bit on the others, and keep her mostly stationary. Helpful for sever cane blows that were to come. I think it also amplifies the feeling of struggling for her. The fluorescent plumb sting floggers are a nice warm up, and after some time I switched to my small pink suede floggers. Mystic_Jewel is a self-described masochist, but I remember the first time I played with her. After a light flogging with just the suede in about 20 minutes, she passed out, collapsing and non-responsive for some time. This seemed to worry her play partner and companion that night, but she was breathing. After a while she started her usual giggling, (her play partner gave me a look as if to say, “this is the Mystic_Jewel I know after a scene,” and eventually when she found her voice said over and over, in a trance, “I went away,” [giggles], “I went away…., I went away…...” That night she discovered her range. She’s not just a masochist. But boy, is she also a wonderful masochist. Now and then she lets out a sigh or other noise. I love pressing my body against her, getting close to her face, moving her hair out of the way to see her expression, slack jawed, cooing and moaning, feeling her energy. Seeing that she has let go and is in a good head space. I spread her hair out as a visual barrier for her and go back to work. I needed to down a bottle of water by the time I got to the heavy moose flogger. Earlier the flogging was rhythmic, and while gradually harder, more something to encourage meditation and going inward. Now, I would pause, and surprise her with harsh blows. I worked it up to swinging my body with one foot taking off the ground as I gave her my hardest blows, following through like an athlete and she gives guttural sounds on impact and approving noises after blows. They make her happy but aren't close to what she wants and needs. So we switch to canes. Larger ones first and at first I give her a rhythmic experience. I do feel she goes deeper and deeper as I do this. The timing of what and when is as much how I’m feeling as how my partner feels. It’s a practical balance. I’ve paced myself and know it’s time to go to harsh, sado masochistic blows. If not now, I might be too worn out later! I wait a bit. Sometimes stroke the small of her back, sometimes stroking what will soon be my targets. And wait a bit more. WHOOSH WACK! Don’t you love hearing your victim involuntarily suck in a noisy breath, let out a yell? WHOOSH WACK! I let her process. See her reaction. Decide what to do next. WHOOSH WACK! Within the limits of the rope, her body writhes between blows, and after many blows, writhes, and then collapses. WHOOSH WACK! Body stiffens with that involuntary breath. A Yell. Moans and coos. Sexy writhing, maybe inviting more. Or not. At that point, it doesn’t matter, I’m pressing on. She wanted to be taken the furthest ever. While there were a few, “Yellows,” they were only a few. And informative. “Yellow!,” she cried. “Good Girl,” and I touched her briefly. Making a note of what was happening when she gave the safe signal, I made sure to go back to the area and technique where she said yellow, with the exception of one hit that WAS a little too high up on her ass. Yellow doesn't necessarily mean stop that, usually with her it’s just going a little to hard at that moment, or something I do find myself falling into, hitting the same spot too much. Over time I went to the medium size cane, and then finally the thinnest. WHOOSH WACK! The double welts of the canes get me greedy to make more marks. I do my best to distribute them evenly. For aesthetics and so she can last as long as possible, take as much as possible. I’m exhausted. The pauses in between keep her off balance, and also increase the chance that we can press on. And I need the breaks. Sometimes I-hit-her-hard-over-and-over-rapidly. And I’d take a brief break. Often stroking the small of her back gently WHACK! Do you love contrasts? I do. I do sense we are about as far as we can go, she writhes hard in her restraints, her cries desperate. And I’m near spent. And I let myself feel a little spacey. I know I'm going there soon. I think 3 or 5 hard hits and we’ll be done. She is in a good head space so too much more might be too much? WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! … WHACK! “RED!” she cries. “Good girl. Very good girl.” Much later, when she was able, she said it was just where she hoped to go. I carry her limp in my arms to after care. A perfect ending to a sublime, intense scene.
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This is her account of another flogging caning scene: Rhythmic caning and flogging...simply spectacular By Mystic_Jewel Used with permission. She was outed and removed her profile with her writings. I asked and received permission to republish this here:. Rhythmic caning and flogging...simply spectacular By Mystic_Jewel Blissful heaven… …are the perfect words, Raymond, to describe our INCREDIBLE flogging and caning session. With your highly skillful flogging and rhythmic caning, I reached a whole new level of subspace, deeper than I ever experienced. Before we started, you provided me with that initial connection by looking into my eyes, caressing my face, softly speaking to me with your soothing voice, allowing me to fully trust you and completely relax. Turning me around so I was facing the bench, you guided my body forward, leaning me over the higher part of the spanking bench... my ass propped up high, my head hanging on the lower portion, then gently fanning my hair over my entire face. I felt very relaxed, comfortable, putting me in a calming mood. As the session began, feeling the softness of your first flogger along my body, I easily blocked out all the noise in the background, focusing only on the sensation. As you continued, you masterfully and gradually built me up, switching to different floggers, each having a more intense impact, as you expertly spread the strikes over my back, ass and thighs. As you picked up the tempo, combining the slower with the faster hits, I felt myself drifting further into subspace. Being a sensation masochist, the build-up is what I adore, so when the harder strikes comes, I truly feel it throughout my entire body, sending beautiful waves of pleasure. With the increasing intensity of the blows, my mind quickly turned the pain into pleasure, wanting more and more, which you continued to give me. Even though, I was sinking further and further into a zone, I felt every time you continually checked on me, pressing your body against mine, breathing along with me, taking in the energy we exchanged gave me such an incredible high, and deeper connection with you. I then felt another, new sensation along my body…a smooth feeling tool…the Cane. As you gently stroked it along my legs and ass, my juices began flowing in anticipation. Having never been caned before, I had no idea on what to expect, but trusting in you, made me feel at ease and also excited. As you slowly struck the canes from my thighs and ass, bringing up the tempo, my entire body was on fire. Feeling the harder, and harder blows, going faster and faster, into a symphonic rhythm, my body “danced’ along with the beat, while my mind floated away. At the point where I thought I could not take it anymore, I felt this amazing burn throughout my entire body, turning pain into pure pleasure and ecstasy. I felt myself passing over into a higher level of pain threshold, falling further into a deeper zone, wanting more. As you continued and repeated this process over and over again, it sent my mind over the edge to the point where I felt like I was floating…the most SPECTACULAR feeling !! I did not know that rhythmic caning could be so sensual, so erotic. When you then brought me back down by flogging and our session ended, I was SO far gone..the furthest subspace I have ever achieved. All I remember is being picked up off the bench, carried over and being placed on your lap, receiving aftercare, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. I kept holding you tighter, seeking more warmth, feeling your skin against mine, enjoying the energy we were exchanging. It was by far the longest time I have spent in aftercare feeling tranquil, euphoric, serene, at peace. After I recovered, I later learned that what I thought was a 30 minute session was actually about 1 ½ hour. That is how zoned out I was, how far deep I was into subspace. It took me a good long time to truly be awake and regain some energy. Amazing, incredible, spectacular, wonderful do not do justice on how I felt about our flogging / rhythmic caning session. Thank you SO very much, Raymond, for bringing me to…… Blissful heaven
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