The dance of the swifts
June 2021, my first meeting with you. I remember walking up the stairs to your apartment. My heart is beating wildly, and I wonder how I, a shy introvert, ended up on your doorstep on such a mild day. So I show up at noon for a two-hour session. Two hours was also the total time I'd spent with professional BDSM girls. In other words, for me, it's more or less like a first time.
You greet me in a splendid outfit. You're ravishing, smiling, with powerful eyes and terribly intimidating. We have a drink, you try to relax me before the session begins, but I can still feel my heart pounding in my chest as I think of all that might follow.
You begin by bringing me into your world in a very tactile way, nibbling my ear, pinching my nipples, caressing me all over, and I begin to relax quietly. Then, without warning, you take my breath away by covering your nose and mouth with your hand. I'm apneic, I'm concentrating, I'm relaxing, and I don't want to disappoint you on the first test.
Time starts to pass and I wait for you to release my breath, but nothing does. I'm running out of air. I turn my head to let you know I'm running out of oxygen, and just then, you tighten your grip and whisper into my ear, "5 more seconds". I resist for another 5 seconds, then you whisper "more" and tighten your grip even more. I can't take it any more, you see, and you let me catch my breath... before repeating the ordeal once or twice more.
The session begins with great intensity and I'm wondering how I'm going to last two hours under your spell. Before our session, I specifically told you that I wanted to practice bondage.
I soon find myself naked, lying on my back, and completely tied up. My hands are in mittens, and I have no means of escape. I'm completely at your mercy. In this position, completely immobilized, you gag me and cover my eyes. Then everything blends together, I feel the cold of the chains you've placed on my body, the spikes of your roulette wheel, the caresses on my sex... I'm on the verge of cumming but you stop before I do.
You clear my view and I can see you approaching above me with a candle. This is a novelty for me, and at this moment I almost regret having told you that I'd agreed to test this torment. It's too trad, I'm panicked, but deep down I also think I'm dying for it. You take care to pour the first drops at a reasonable height, and I discover the delights of hot wax for the first time.
You vary the height of the candle and the parts of my body you target to perfection, causing me to alternate between gentle heat and particularly painful spikes. You then gently remove the wax with your knife, before releasing me.
Before going any further, you offer me a little interlude of meditation and letting go. I'm still not very receptive, but I don't despair. With practice, I hope I'll be able to get to know these states of plenitude you've told me about.
I am now standing with my hands tied the dance of the swifts begins. You alternate fast, gentle blows with dry, more violent ones. You use different swifts on different parts of my body. I can see very quickly that you're an expert, and I'm not sure whether that reassures me or worries me. I can feel my buttocks starting to heat up, and I'm particularly enjoying it. Every stroke is painful, but I find myself enjoying it enormously too.
At that moment, I feel so submissive, so excited, so good. I think you're as surprised as I am at my resistance to the blows, and you decide to take it a step further by grabbing a badine. The blows fly across my buttocks and thighs. I'm ecstatic, my brain loves it, I think I'm going into subspace.
All of a sudden, you follow up with 4 sharp strokes of the badine on my buttocks, the pain taking over for a second, and quickly fading away in a wave of pleasure. My head is overwhelmed and wants more. I stretch out my buttocks and the blows rain down even harder. I think you're enjoying this moment too, so you decide to switch to the whip to conclude the torment.
Just the thought of you walking past me and taking your whip excites me to no end. Soon, flashes of pain lacerate my skin, leaving little pink marks. As I write these lines, I still have a small pink mark on my upper thigh, which, every time I look at it, reminds me of our session and that incredible moment. It was undoubtedly my favorite part of the session.
After so much emotion, I was ready to offer myself totally to you. You start by putting my testicles in a humbler. My testicles are not very used to this object, and quickly become painful. On all fours and completely humiliated, you start by penetrating my anus with one, then several fingers, before announcing with malicious pleasure that we're going to play Chinese chopsticks! I'd never imagined for a moment that we'd be able to play this game (which I discovered on your site) and as I love surprises, I'm like a madman.
You start by inserting a dozen or so chopsticks and tell me that the goal is to get to 30...or more. "11, 12, 13...", you count each additional chopstick and my anus opens up, slowly but surely. Each stick enters frictionlessly and painlessly. 20 chopsticks, then 25, then 30.
At that moment, I imagine your vision: me, naked, on all fours, 30 chopsticks up my ass, testicles pulled back by the humbler. You continue without the humbler (I was beginning not to be able to stand him anymore) 31, 32,...35,... 40! You'll stop there for the first time, but greedy as I am, I think I'll have to come back and exceed that score.
I end the session in a cocoon with a tiny space to breathe. I thought you were going to asphyxiate me yet again, and this time without me being able to fight back. But the end will be quite different...
I really wanted to thank you for all the things I learned during our session. I discovered myself, my body, my desires and my urges. I also discovered you, incredibly generous, benevolent and perverse. Finally, I discovered the world of BDSM, which I still have so much to explore.
As I'm neither very expressive nor very talkative (I'll try to improve in the future!), I hope this text has given you a better idea of how I felt. I wanted to tell you that at no time did I feel in danger, and that I wouldn't have hesitated to use the safewords if I'd felt in an uncomfortable situation.
Thanks again and we look forward to seeing you again.