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Knife Play and the Important Role of Law Enforcement
Posted:Jun 19, 2019 4:46 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2021 2:09 pm
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(This was at Floating World, where the Fire Marshal and Police Chief are on hand to make sure everything's on the up and up, or, erm, safe, or, um, well for whatever reason the municipality is on board with what goes on there....)
When I drew my knife there was only a uniformed police officer nearby.

Otherwise, it was just me and a naked MrsWise.
She found herself face up on a padded table. The rest of The Floating World play space was empty at the time.

Yes, he was a real cop, a feature more events should have.

The fire chief was always there for fire play. In his case, even though it was his official duty, many of us have seen that it’s now a delightful pastime for him.

Knives are MrsWise’s easy path to subspace. Her facial expression is precious. It’s a sort of red faced, “You’re not REALLY going to kill me?” giggling sort of reaction. I can’t fully describe, it has to be seen.
The knife is turning in front of one eye, then touches her cheek, makes it’s way down her throat. I hold the point at her jugular and look at the cop who now has his arms crossed and a grin.

“Nobody’s going to help you,” I inform my bride.
The knife makes it’s way down towards her C-cups tracing circles, getting closer and closer to nipple.

I try to have an absent-minded look while I take the curved edge of the knife and push it into the nipple slightly and then away, back in and away…. No blood. (That part of the knife LOOKS sharp.)

Her giggling get to the point of slightly difficult breathing, she’s spaced out. Knives get her very spacey.
The knife traveled around MrsWise’s body slowly. Stopping sometimes I’d check in and let her catch her breath.

When I sheathed my knife and wrapped my arms around her, the officer gave us a tip of his hat and left us to space out.
We need more Law Enforcement encounters like that.
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Daddy/ Can Start With a Story
Posted:May 1, 2019 4:57 pm
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2019 8:24 pm
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One of my partners didn't want to do Daddy/ play because she has .
My response to that reasonable stance is, "I LOVE / play but I won't bring it up again. You can if you want to some day...."

And a year later she did.
", read a story," as she pulled a 's off the shelf.

And so it began.

Sweet and innocent.

Tucked her in and we went to sleep.
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Emergency deKinking the Playspace Story SINCE WHEN DO PLUMBERS GIVE 15 MINUTE NON-EMERGENCY SERVICE?
Posted:Apr 30, 2019 4:52 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2019 4:38 pm
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I woke from a nap, took a piss, turned the spigots on the sink and...
nothing.
"oh no."

Mrs. Wise was going to to schedule a plumber to fix the back yard faucet.
"...so when can the plumber over...?" [Mrs. Wise expecting say, maybe next week

"Oh... he's on his way, in about 15 minutes."

Kaci7676 reports MrsWise was very calm on the phone. Then hung ,
"GET IN THE BASEMENT NOW!"

As my wife pulled down the, "After Care Only" sign above the couch Kaci pointed out and started leaping for notcaged penis dildo hanging from the basement clothes line. Neither could reach high so they enlisted Plastic by to down and retrieve it.

The cage was covered (Turns out no one noticed the clear plastic containers of hoods/puppytail anal plugs/etc. were left right next to where the back yard faucet comes into the basement....) The spanking bench covered,
the boxes labeled with slaves' names and the contents, "Anal" "Piss Bong" etc.
were turned around on the shelves, gear tossed in toy bags, chains removed from the ceiling steel beam and so on.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST THROW IT IN THE BAG!" My wife yelled to Kaci who was carefully rolling my floggers in a towel (hey 's how's she's trained to do it.)
MrsWise shoved the floggers and then looks a shelf, "DILDO!"
Well the three of them got the basement looking vanilla ish and I got a lovely nap.
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Slave Eunice - Quo Vadis - Required Reading in Poland Maybe the Seeds of my leeloo' Slave Desires
Posted:Apr 17, 2019 11:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2019 11:24 pm
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Quo Vadis: A Narrative of the Time of Nero by Henryk Sienkiewicz was required reading for my leeloo when she was growing up in Kraków. This book is in the public domain.
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Petronius, though older and less athletic, was more beautiful than even Vinicius. The women of Rome admired not only his pliant mind and his taste, which gained for him the title Arbiter elegantiæ, but also his body. This admiration was evident even on the faces of those maidens from Kos who were arranging the folds of his toga; and one of whom, whose name was Eunice, loving him in secret, looked him in the eyes with submission and rapture. But he did not even notice this; and, smiling at Vinicius, he quoted in answer an expression of Seneca about woman,-- Animal impudens, etc. And then, placing an arm on the shoulders of his nephew, he conducted him to the triclinium.
In the unctorium the two Grecian maidens, the Phrygians, and the two Ethiopians began to put away the vessels with perfumes. But at that moment, and beyond the curtain of the frigidarium, appeared the heads of the balneatores, and a low "Psst!" was heard. At that call one of the Grecians, the Phrygians, and the Ethiopians sprang up quickly, and vanished in a twinkle behind the curtain. In the baths began a moment of license which the inspector did not prevent, for he took frequent part in such frolics himself. Petronius suspected that they took place; but, as a prudent man, and one who did not like to punish, he looked at them through his fingers.

In the unctorium only Eunice remained. She listened for a short time to the voices and laughter which retreated in the direction of the laconicum. At last she took the stool inlaid with amber and ivory, on which Petronius had been sitting a short time before, and put it carefully at his statue. The unctorium was full of sunlight and the hues which came from the many-colored marbles with which the wall was faced. Eunice stood on the stool, and, finding herself at the level of the statue, cast her arms suddenly around its neck; then, throwing back her golden hair, and pressing her rosy body to the white marble, she pressed her lips with ecstasy to the cold lips of Petronius.

Petronius looked at him with commiseration. In fact, there was blue under his eyes, his pupils were gleaming with fever, his unshaven beard indicated a dark strip on his firmly outlined jaws, his hair was in disorder, and he was really like a sick man. Iras and the golden-haired Eunice looked at him also with sympathy; but he seemed not to see them, and he and Petronius took no notice whatever of the slave women, just as they would not have noticed dogs moving around them.

"Fever is tormenting thee," said Petronius.

"It is."

"Then listen to me. I know not what the doctor has prescribed to thee, but I know how I should act in thy place. Till this lost one is found I should seek in another that which for the moment has gone from me with her. I saw splendid forms at thy villa. Do not contradict me. I know what love is; and I know that when one is desired another cannot take her place. But in a beautiful slave it is possible to find even momentary distraction."

"I do not need it," said Vinicius.

But Petronius, who had for him a real weakness, and who wished to soften his pain, began to meditate how he might do so.

"Perhaps thine have not for thee the charm of novelty," said he, after a while (and here he began to look in turn at Iras and Eunice, and finally he placed his palm on the hip of the golden-haired Eunice). "Look at this grace! for whom some days since Fonteius Capiton the younger offered three wonderful boys from Clazomene. A more beautiful figure than hers even Skopas himself has not chiselled. I myself cannot tell why I have remained indifferent to her thus far, since thoughts of Chrysothemis have not restrained me. Well, I give her to thee; take her for thyself!"

When the golden-haired Eunice heard this, she grew pale in one moment, and, looking with frightened eyes on Vinicius, seemed to wait for his answer without breath in her breast.

But he sprang up suddenly, and, pressing his temples with his hands, said quickly, like a man who is tortured by disease, and will not hear anything,--"No, no! I care not for her! I care not for others! I thank thee, but I do not want her. I will seek that one through the city. Give command to bring me a Gallic cloak with a hood. I will go beyond the Tiber--if I could see even Ursus."
And he hurried away. Petronius, seeing that he could not remain in one place, did not try to detain him. Taking, however, his refusal as a temporary dislike for all women save Lygia, and not wishing his own magnanimity to go for naught, he said, turning to the slave,--"Eunice, thou wilt bathe and anoint thyself, then dress: after that thou wilt go to the house of Vinicius."

But she dropped before him on her knees, and with joined palms implored him not to remove her from the house. She would not go to Vinicius, she said. She would rather carry fuel to the hypocaustum in his house than be chief servant in that of Vinicius. She would not, she could not go; and she begged him to have pity on her. Let him give command to flog her daily, only not send her away.

And trembling like a leaf with fear and excitement, she stretched her hands to him, while he listened with amazement. A slave who ventured to beg relief from the fulfilment of a command, who said "I will not and I cannot," was something so unheard-of in Rome that Petronius could not believe his own ears at first. Finally he frowned. He was too refined to be cruel. His slaves, especially in the department of pleasure, were freer than others, on condition of performing their service in an exemplary manner, and honoring the will of their master, like that of a god. In case they failed in these two respects, he was able not to spare punishment, to which, according to general custom, they were subject. Since, besides this, he could not endure opposition, nor anything which ruffled his calmness, he looked for a while at the kneeling girl, and then said,--"Call Tiresias, and return with him."

Eunice rose, trembling, with tears in her eyes, and went out; after a time she returned with the chief of the atrium, Tiresias, a Cretan.

"Thou wilt take Eunice," said Petronius, "and give her five-and-twenty lashes, in such fashion, however, as not to harm her skin."

When he had said this, he passed into the library, and, sitting down at a table of rose-colored marble, began to work on his "Feast of Trimalchion." But the flight of Lygia and the illness of the infant Augusta had disturbed his mind so much that he could not work long. That illness, above all, was important. It occurred to Petronius that were Cæsar to believe that Lygia had cast spells on the infant, the responsibility might fall on him also, for the girl had been brought at his request to the palace. But he could reckon on this, that at the first interview with Cæsar he would be able in some way to show the utter absurdity of such an idea; he counted a little, too, on a certain weakness which Poppæa had for him,--a weakness hidden carefully, it is true, but not so carefully that he could not divine it. After a while he shrugged his shoulders at these fears, and decided to go to the triclinium to strengthen himself, and then order the litter to bear him once more to the palace, after that to the Campus Martius, and then to Chrysothemis.

But on the way to the triclinium at the entrance to the corridor assigned to servants, he saw unexpectedly the slender form of Eunice standing, among other slaves, at the wall; and forgetting that he had given Tiresias no order beyond flogging her, he wrinkled his brow again, and looked around for the atriensis. Not seeing him among the servants, he turned to Eunice.
"Hast thou received the lashes?"

She cast herself at his feet a second time, pressed the border of his toga to her lips, and said,--"Oh, yes, lord, I have received them! Oh, yes, lord!" In her voice were heard, as it were, joy and gratitude. It was clear that she looked on the lashes as a substitute for her removal from the house, and that now she might stay there. Petronius, who understood this, wondered at the passionate resistance of the girl; but he was too deeply versed in human nature not to know that love alone could call forth such resistance.

"Dost thou love some one in this house?" asked he.

She raised her blue, tearful eyes to him, and answered, in a voice so low that it was hardly possible to hear her,--"Yes, lord."

And with those eyes, with that golden hair thrown back, with fear and hope in her face, she was so beautiful, she looked at him so entreatingly, that Petronius, who, as a philosopher, had proclaimed the might of love, and who, as a man of æsthetic nature, had given homage to all beauty, felt for her a certain species of compassion.

"Whom of those dost thou love?" inquired he, indicating the servants with his head.

There was no answer to that question. Eunice inclined her head to his feet and remained motionless.

Petronius looked at the slaves, among whom were beautiful and stately youths. He could read nothing on any face; on the contrary, all had certain strange smiles. He looked then for a while on Eunice lying at his feet, and went in silence to the triclinium.

After he had eaten, he gave command to bear him to the palace, and then to Chrysothemis, with whom he remained till late at night. But when he returned, he gave command to call Tiresias.

"Did Eunice receive the flogging?" inquired he.

"She did, lord. Thou didst not let the skin be cut, however."

"Did I give no other command touching her?"

"No, lord," answered the atriensis with alarm.

"That is well. Whom of the slaves does she love?"

"No one, lord."

"What dost thou know of her?"

Tiresias began to speak in a somewhat uncertain voice:

"At night Eunice never leaves the cubiculum in which she lives with old Acrisiona and Ifida; after thou art dressed she never goes to the bath-rooms. Other slaves ridicule her, and call her Diana."

"Enough," said Petronius. "My relative, Vinicius, to whom I offered her to-day, did not accept her; hence she may stay in the house. Thou art free to go."
"Is it permitted me to speak more of Eunice, lord?"

"I have commanded thee to say all thou knowest."
"The whole familia are speaking of the flight of the
maiden who was to dwell in the house of the noble Vinicius. After thy departure, Eunice came to me and said that she knew a man who could find her."

"Ah! What kind of man is he?"

"I know not, lord; but I thought that I ought to inform thee of this matter."
"That is well. Let that man wait to-morrow in my house for the arrival of the tribune, whom thou wilt request in my name to meet me here."

The atriensis bowed and went out. But Petronius began to think of Eunice. At first it seemed clear to him that the young slave wished Vinicius to find Lygia for this reason only, that she would not be forced from his house. Afterward, however, it occurred to him that the man whom Eunice was pushing forward might be her lover, and all at once that thought seemed to him disagreeable. There was, it is true, a simple way of learning the truth, for it was enough to summon Eunice; but the hour was late, Petronius felt tired after his long visit with Chrysothemis, and was in a hurry to sleep. But on the way to the cubiculum he remembered--it is unknown why--that he had noticed wrinkles, that day, in the corners of Chrysothemis's eyes. He thought, also, that her beauty was more celebrated in Rome than it deserved; and that Fonteius Capiton, who had offered him three boys from Clazomene for Eunice, wanted to buy her too cheaply.

NEXT morning, Petronius had barely finished dressing in the unctorium when Vinicius came, called by Tiresias. He knew that no news had come from the gates. This information, instead of comforting him, as a proof that Lygia was still in Rome, weighed him down still more, for he began to think that Ursus might have conducted her out of the city immediately after her seizure, and hence before Petronius's slaves had begun to keep watch at the gates. It is true that in autumn, when the days become shorter, the gates are closed rather early; but it is true, also, that they are opened for persons going out, and the number of these is considerable. It was possible, also, to pass the walls by other ways, well known, for instance, to slaves who wish to escape from the city. Vinicius had sent out his people to all roads leading to the provinces, to watchmen in the smaller towns, proclaiming a pair of fugitive slaves, with a detailed description of Ursus and Lygia, coupled with the offer of a reward for seizing them. But it was doubtful whether that pursuit would reach the fugitives; and even should it reach them, whether the local authorities would feel justified in making the arrest at the private instance of Vinicius, without the support of a pretor. Indeed, there had not been time to obtain such support. Vinicius himself, disguised as a slave, had sought Lygia the whole day before, through every corner of the city, but had been unable to find the least indication or trace of her. He had seen Aulus's servants, it is true; but they seemed to be seeking something also, and that confirmed him in the belief that it was not Aulus who had intercepted the maiden, and that the old general did not know what had happened to her.

When Tiresias announced to him, then, that there was a man who would undertake to find Lygia, he hurried with all speed to the house of Petronius; and barely had he finished saluting his uncle, when he inquired for the man.
"We shall see him at once, Eunice knows him," said Petronius. "She will come this moment to arrange the folds of my toga, and will give nearer information concerning him."

"Oh! she whom thou hadst the wish to bestow on me yesterday?"

"The one whom thou didst reject; for which I am grateful, for she is the best vestiplica in the whole city."

In fact, the vestiplica came in before he had finished speaking, and taking the toga, laid on a chair inlaid with pearl, she opened the garment to throw it on Petronius's shoulder. Her face was clear and calm; joy was in her eyes.

Petronius looked at her. She seemed to him very beautiful. After a while, when she had covered him with the toga, she began to arrange it, bending at times to lengthen the folds. He noticed that her arms had a marvellous pale rose-color, and her bosom and shoulders the transparent reflections of pearl or alabaster.
"Eunice," said he, "has the man come to Tiresias whom thou didst mention yesterday?"

"He has, lord."

"What is his name?"

"Chilo Chilonides."

"Who is he?"

"A physician, a sage, a soothsayer, who knows how to read people's fates and predict the future."

"Has he predicted the future to thee?"

Eunice was covered with a blush which gave a rosy color to her ears and her neck even.

"Yes, lord."

"What has he predicted?"

"That pain and happiness would meet me."

"Pain met thee yesterday at the hands of Tiresias; hence happiness also should come."

"It has come, lord, already."

"What?"

"I remain," said she in a whisper.

Petronius put his hand on her golden head.

"Thou hast arranged the folds well to-day, and I am satisfied with thee, Eunice."
Under that touch her eyes were mist-covered in one instant from happiness, and her bosom began to heave quickly.
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An Offer I Couldn't Refuse - She Offers to be My Servant
Posted:Apr 12, 2019 10:59 am
Last Updated:May 1, 2019 4:42 pm
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Her email was almost a legal document without the legalese.

Some snippets, "...no matter what happens I would never publicly talk about your, write about you, without permission... my only recourse if I'm not happy is to walk away."

"Having rules is very important for me..."

"...Knowing I please you is a huge turn on for me... I want to not think about anything but what you need from me... Without [obedience] the submissive would have power to dominant. That would throw the power dynamic off."

She acknowledged that as a price of admission (she read my profile) that domestic service was a requirement.

Her writing went on in detail.

Her introduction to the scene was at my monthly dance/social More than a year before I received that message. I gave her some information about events in the area and she paired off with a woman who identifies as submissive (I think that's a good idea for someone new) and I might have run into her once or twice in the next year or so.

And then she asked if I would flog her. She had gone to munches, parties and events and said there wasn't anyone she was interested in having a scene with.
But others including her submissive friend suggested me as did others. I'm fortunate to have great support from friends and acquaintances.

We arranged to do that at a club, with her friend there because I like the idea of there being someone she trusts watching out for her.

That went well. She wrote later that it made her horny and she was able to also get into a bit of a good, the world went away headspace. We corresponded, and then she sent The Offer I Couldn't Refuse.

She's been my slave since June of 2018. She has brought better order in my home, makes my life easier. It would appear to be an unfair arrangement but she keeps coming back.

As I said, I'm very fortunate.
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A Lucky, Meanigful Guess
Posted:Mar 31, 2019 11:04 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 8:26 am
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I was Paddles, a BDSM club in New York, it had to be over 20 years ago.
A muscular man was talking to me, and telling me he'd like to be punished. In my mind was the same thing, "What does that really mean..." But instead of intellectualizing it, I went on instinct. "Look, if you just shut up, listen to what I have to say, and nod if you agree with it, I'll punish you."

"Don't think about this until I tell you to. Can you think of a time when you did something wrong? Something most people would think is pretty small."
He nodded.

(While I was doing this, I wrote something on a piece of paper.) He nodded
"And I want you to think of something you got away with."
He thought a bit, and nodded.
"Can you see that in your mind? Can you relive it and make it real?"
He nodded.
"Imagine I know how you feel, not what you did."
He looked scared.
"Are you ready to be punished?"
He nodded.
"Pull your pants and under wear down enough so I can see all of your back side."
He complied.
I crumpled up the paper in a ball, "Take this and hold it in your hands, stand in the corner with your hands above your head."
He got in position.
The spanking began slowly, ritualistically. "
"Now, young man, think about what you did. Feel it, see it, hear it."
I increased the intensity, and said things like, "Whatever emotions you feel, you can just let them happen, let them out."
Sometimes I'd pause to let him process the blows that left bruises.
Sometimes his head would tilt back, maybe a moan. He didn't give away much. Maybe I wasn't having much of an effect of any sort.
But I continued.
And switched to the Spencer Paddle.
"WHACK!" "You can feel, you can think, you can remember."
"WHACK!" "How many times have you thought about it? How many times did you notice the memory."

At the end I gave a large number of hard, fast blows with the paddle. Reddness with bruises. Some quickened breath. But not an obvious effect.
Silence for quite some time.

"Open the paper and read it to your self."
He began crying.
Rip it up, hold it in your hands above your head.
I began spanking him again with my bare hand and he bawled.
Turn around.
I held him and told him to take a step forward.
"Toss the paper behind you and with me. You can leave that all behind."

We held for a long time.

He told me that he felt guilty about stealing a candy bar from a bodega.
He never played with me again, "You're good, but you're too spooky."
Just a candy bar. The bodega guy probably figured shoplifting into his prices.
What I wrote on the paper was a guess. I decided to go for it.
I wrote, "You're a thief."

Before we parted, I told him, "You're not a thief any more."
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How Do You Get Her to DO That?
Posted:Mar 29, 2019 12:49 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 9:57 pm
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I've been going through old letters, journals and other pre internet stuff. This one had to be around '78
=================================================“How do you get her to do all that?” I often sit next to Dave, a local plumber when I have breakfast after the night shift. He was referring to Misha from the other morning.

“I dunno Dave, it just seems to be in her nature."

She’s tall, slim, freckle, lots of freckles that contrast her light skin, tightly curly long black hair. Definitely feel a spark with her. Who wouldn’t? Somehow her mischievous smile seems to match the sound of her name.

The night/morning (I worked night shift) in question, during a staff meeting she lay on the bottom of a laundry cart, moving it about with her feet, looking up at the ceiling, "I'm trying to get a different perspective on this issue..."

She's a lot of fun.

That morning she asked if I’d go to breakfast with her after our shift.
She’s engaged so even though I was excited when she asked, I reminded myself of her status and said yes to the offer.

“I’ll drive,” she said as we headed to the parking lot. She unlocked the passenger side and I got in.
It only registered later, that she closed the passenger door for me.
When we arrived at Baglesmith, with a voice that was slightly worried and urgent, she said, “Wait, don’t get out, …please,” but then she gave her usual mischievous grin.

She exited the car, came over to my side and opened the door for me.
Then, scampering ahead she held open the Baglesmith entrance door with a flourish of her hand.

As I entered she whispered, “Please, let me take your coat and wait to be seated.”
She’s a woman with a plan.

“Over here please,” as she escorted me to a table near the coat rack. First helping me off with my coat, and then pulled out a chair for me.

She asked me what I was going to have for breakfast and placed our order.
A bit of small talk and then the waitress poured our coffee.

“How do you like your coffee Sir?” I had never discussed BDSM with her, but she chose to refer to me that way. I felt she was trying to just be unconventional and mess with the customers. I very much enjoyed her service.
She looked a little disappointed at my answer, “Black.”
“Very well Sir.”

She was attentive, buttered my bagel one bite at a time, and would only eat when I was taken care of.

When the check came, “I’ll take care of this Sir,” and as I reached for my wallet, “Even the tip Sir, I insist. I’m honored to have you as my breakfast guest.”

She got my chair for me, held my coat out and held the door on the way out. My plumber friend could probably see her open the car door for me if he was looking. He was looking.

At the work parking lot we hugged good bye. On the nights we worked together, this service oriented breakfast would be repeated.

Sometimes at work, she would lean against me, I’d put my arm around her.

The last day of work we were saying our final good byes, she was going to move to her soon to be husband’s area and she looked down at the ground, “I always wondered, what it would have been like, if we…….”

That would have been.... um.... oh well...

sigh
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Connection, and When Not to Connect
Posted:Mar 27, 2019 9:18 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2019 2:26 am
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This is an excerpt from my notes for the flogging workshop. In the late 90's I tried to get people to come to my Connections - Putting
Emotions Into and would get few takers. I snuck it into a Flogging workshop and started to get traction.
I felt a lot of people, especially back then, would just start hitting their partner and should do more before they got to that. I think this is an idea that is fairly well accepted these days. (And I wasn't the only one espousing this).
But, there is also THIS idea:

When NOT to Connect

...sometimes, especially in a sadistic scene, the bottom may actually prefer not connecting.

If you learn to do a good job connecting, and then the sado masochistic scenes aren’t working well, try not connecting for those scenes. Ultimately, it’s your job to attention to what happens, and if it’s not working, try something else.
In the example I gave in , Michelle loved hard sado/masochistic scenes, but she wouldn’t take as much with as with others.
She could take a beating from others, heavy bruising, with canes, lots of welts, but with , she’s end the scene early. I felt like she was playing a game. What was going on? Was she playing some game? It strained our relationship.
So I tried not connecting.

I had a difficult day at work. Before I came home from work, I instructed Angel to inform Michelle that she was going to prepare Michelle for me, making the start of the scene impersonal. Kim strapped her down, feet on the floor firmly to the padded table.
Angel then lounged on a rug on the floor eating grapes, indifferent. She was great because she didn’t react at all to what happened next .
After a wait, I came in, imagining whatever connection I had to Michelle was scrunched up into a tight ball and whisked away from her. I imagined a cold wall of energy between us.\
As I used an underhand contact of the flogger to Michelle’s ass, I said, “Let me tell you about my day.”
There was a up but it was stiffer and quicker.

And finally I was able to beat the snot of her. Everyone was happy.
Now, probably as I choose partners they tend to have some similar characteristics and reactions. Most of my partners need me not to connect if it’s Sado/Masochistic. Most of them benefit from connecting when I’m going for nice spacey scenes and love and orgasms.

It’s your job to try things , attention to what happens, and adjust.
I’m giving you my experiences, and there’s something to learn from that. But Your Mileage May Vary.

Everyone has their own preferences. attention, and then if needed, try something different.
Flogging Basics and More © 20 – all rights reserved Raymond Wise.
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The First Time I Used a Cane (She Orgasmed)
Posted:Mar 27, 2019 1:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2019 6:44 pm
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"No, I don't do anything harsh. A cane isn't for me," I explained to the cane vendor.
I was at the BDSM club in New York, Paddles, and they had a cane vendor there. He was trying to sell me a cane.
He demonstrated some techniques on his forearm showing how a cane could be used rhythmically ( he had seen me flog earlier, a observant instructor ) and suggested I borrow it and give it a try (a good salesman).

I put my slave face down on the rack, chained her down.
Before starting I admired her little apple shaped alluring ass. The focus of everyone's attention I'm sure.
I tried the various ideas he had shown me.

She was spaced out pretty quick, mouth agape, somewhat erratic and then rhythmic breathing, bits and pieces of ohhhhh's and staccato Ah's as I worked rhythmically on her, so I was getting interested in the cane.
It was thick, a little over a half inch. While it was a somewhat stiff, powerful, rhythmic beating near the end, it wasn't terribly harsh. Only some reddness on her ass. Just increased the intensity of the rhythm and hit harder and faster...
She began to tense up, the chains of the restraints straightened, she became stiff, curling her spine, like she often does before orgasms...

And then she climaxed.

And continued to climax.
Loud.

She's loud.

For quite some time.

Like she was being murdered.

Everyone saw a woman come from just a caning.
Not a very harsh one.
Other than music from speakers and her panting as she came down from her orgasms, Paddles was quiet.
I turned to the vendor and said,
"I'll take it."




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Ocean City, NJ Caning and Flogging Workshops Sept 7th and 14th
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Fri. Sept. 7th
Caning - Sensuous - Arousing - Orgasmic - Altered State - Sadomasochistic - Even Quiet Caning Workshop

No, I don't do anything harsh.
A cane isn't for me," I explained to the cane vendor.
I was at the BDSM club in New York, Paddles, and they had a cane vendor there. He was trying to sell me a cane.
He demonstrated some techniques on his forearm showing how a cane could be used rhythmically (he had seen me flog earlier, a observant instructor) and suggested I borrow it and give it a try (a good salesman).
I put my slave face down on the rack, chained her down.
Before starting I admired her little apple shaped alluring ass. The focus of everyone's attention I'm sure.
I tried the various ideas he had shown me.
She was spaced out pretty quick, mouth agape, somewhat erratic and then rhythmic breathing, bits and pieces of ohhhhh's and staccato Ah's as I worked rhythmically on her, so I was getting interested in the cane.
It was thick, a little over a half inch. While it was a somewhat stiff, powerful, rhythmic beating near the end, it wasn't terribly harsh. Only some redness on her ass. Just increased the intensity of the rhythm and hit harder and faster...
She began to tense up, the chains of the restraints straightened, she became stiff, curling her spine, like she often does before orgasms...
And then she came.
And came.
Loud.
She's loud.
For quite some time.
Like she was being murdered.
Everyone saw a woman come from just a caning.
Not a very harsh one.
Other than music from speakers and her panting as she came down from her orgasms, Paddles was quiet.
I turned to the vendor and said, "I'll take it."
Harsh and punishing is what generally comes to mind with Canes. It doesn't have to be that way (but we'll cover that as well in the workshop, but, hard, is easy.)Arousal, altered state (sub-space), orgasms are all possible with canes. The range of sensations is large and subtle.

We'll cover:
1) Trust and Patience and Desire. Getting someone to the point where they WANT you to cane them is something you need to know about.
2) Types of canes besides rattan there's all sorts of materials.
Sting, Thud, Arousing and other sensations are attainable with the right cane and technique.
3) Connection - You get that in most of my hands on workshops. It's one approach to altered states, arousal, and in general, better relationships!
4) Technique - Using more of the cane for varied sensation. Thud - anchoring caning to arousal - rhythm Altered States - double caning.
5) Sado-masochism. First thing you think of, right? Of course it's included.
6) QUIET caning. Apartment dwellers will especially like this.

7) Care of rattan and also how to prevent breaking. Then again, if you want to break it on someone, how to do that!

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Flogging Fri. Sept. 14th
Topics include:
- Motivation and understanding - from top to bottom
- Connection: That's the real secret.
Getting a bottom to sub-space and intensifying the emotions and reactions can have a lot to do with how you connect at the beginning and during a scene. When to connect and when maybe it gets in the way!
- Making this safer
- Where and how to hit.
- Timing. Whether a rhythmic, trance like space, or Sado/Masochistic and more, some ideas on timing and technique to achieve your goals.
- Boredom and the art of flogging: When it looks really boring, it might be sublime. REALLY understanding what's going on.
- Effective flogging. You can be effective, RIGHT AWAY
- What's Spinach Got to Do With It? Double flogging and what I learned from a total green newbie in BDSM. There's more than just how to double flog. Learning from others. Not how to Double Flog (that's my Flogging 201 clinic) but an exercise that will get you to fluid, expressive Florentine Flogging.
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