I Bottomed For A Girl And I Liked It

I am heteroflexible, which I define for myself (your results may vary) as loving and appreciating women as beautiful creatures. Certain women arouse in me sisterly love, or sentimental, or melancholic attachments, but none arouse me sexually. Pictures of beautiful women are objects of art to be appreciated, and women who are in my circle of friends are there because I see beauty in their strength and qualities. I can only gain arousal, and until now, the thrill of all that is BDSM, with a male. Separating ‘scene’ from sexuality has always been a distant concept for me. I could never imagine one apart from the other, nor could I ever envision giving that type of control to a female who could not also arouse me in the process.

During the playtime portion of our recent group meeting, I knew my friend had come hoping for someone willing to play. She spread her toys out on the hotel bed, rolled in a custom-made tapestry, with a slot for each implement, lovingly arranged. She fingered each one and showed them to me, a little sparkle in her eye as she described what she does with each one. She made particular mention of the displeased reactions she gets from her bottoms, then giggled a little, as if the memory amused her. And yet, as she showed me a little leather paddle, I mused to myself how cute and harmless it looked as she explained she only used this one for warm up.

She showed me her other things, among them a heavy, black flogger with soft, velvety falls and an intricate pine cone-like handle binding. Feminine, but menacing. I breathed in the scent of the leather , a favorite fetish of mine, and wished I could feel it touch my flesh. I absolutely love floggers, and Master wasn’t geared up to play this particular evening, having arisen early for work that day.

Impulse, curiosity, or frustration from lack of opportunities lately, I’m not sure which of these sparked my boldness, but somewhere in the middle of our conversation I was compelled to comment. “I’ll let you play with me.”

“Really?” her eyes lit up, at first looking honored and grateful, but I remembered suddenly too, this girl was a sadist, just over half my age. I might have bitten off more than I could chew.

She seemed to be most interested in using her dragon tail whips. One was of far too intimidating a length for me to even consider (and she admitted her aim still wasn’t so great with it), but the other was fairly short, and though I knew it would have quite a bite, it was seemingly manageable in my mind.

The usual negotiations were made, and after Master gave his carefully thought out co-consent with a hearty “You have permission to do whatever you want to do to her.” (Thanks, Master :/), we were off to find a suitable corner in which to play.

Of course I have undressed in front of women at play parties numerous times, and since my top was, well, topless, I felt it appropriate to do the same. The panties stayed on, however, as she arranged them just half over the cheeks with a giggly “they look cute that way”. Whatever suits, since she’s now in charge.

Straight away, she began smacking me with that ‘cute’ leather paddle. Hard. Like nailing shingles to the roof hard. Like Jesus on the cross hard! It was shaped like a mini meat tenderizer, and I could feel my skin and muscles getting beaten tender, all right. Apparently the special today was top and bottom round roast, and I was the entrée.

She was fascinated by how quickly my skin became reddened, and I told her that it never stayed. I get redness and marks all the time from impact play, but it never seems to leave any lasting remains. My skin usually goes back to normal fairly quickly.

She dispensed with the paddle and moved onto the heavy flogger. This was the part I wanted to enjoy, as I waited for the familiar sensations, building from the soft, rounded strokes, up to the hard, fast blows, like a crescendo.

WHACK!

What the fuck? Wait…

WHACK!! Whack whack whack…

Holy shit this chick hits A LOT harder than Master!

WHACK WHACK WHACKITY WHACK WHACK!! <giggles heard from behind me>

She was enjoying hurting me, and watching my skin get redder and redder.
We bantered back and forth as she accidentally slipped a blow to my right shoulder, which I had previously told her was sore. She apologized, and I redefined the area I needed her to avoid, and we continued. I figured now she’d dial it down a tad, to allow me time to process the accidental shoulder thump.

WHACK!! (Buttocks this time).

FUCK!

<giggles erupting into all-out laughter>

Out came the dragon tail. I knew this not by announcement, but by the sudden bite to my left shoulder. It stung, as I had anticipated, but nothing at all like I had feared, though I was glad I didn’t opt for the bigger one.

By now my brain chemicals had risen to a level where even the meanest blows with the dragon tail felt more like fiery ant bites, more of a hum than actual pain. And then, she was smacking my back, and pinching my skin where the welts had appeared, watching them deepen and redden even more. More giggles turned to laughter as she raked her fingernails across my already sore and burning skin.

Then, she figured out my kryptonite. Fingernails + certain spots = instant ticklishness. She was amused by this, and kept repeating the process, as if she’d found pleasure in a shiny new toy.

Skin on skin, she made it a point throughout our play time to invade my space, to push herself against me with her nakedness, knowing I that I would be frustrated and unaroused by it. So evil. (Part of why I love her.)

When she was finally through, she leaned into my ear and whispered a growly “That’s it, we’re done.” Once I got my momentum going again we trotted over to the bathroom mirror to survey the results, and discuss how we thought things went.

She was surprised when I told her she was the first girl I’d ever let top me. I don’t think I’d even considered it before that evening.

“So what was different now?” she asked, and she really wanted to know, and that’s also why I love her.

“I trust you, and I’ve seen you play with others. And it helped me to learn to separate sex from the things we kinky people do, and discover that they can be wonderful and equal all on their own.”

On top of that, it was wonderfully cathartic.

Plus, Master got a free show, and he didn’t have to lift a finger. Is that Domming from the top, or the sidelines? I’m still not sure. 😉

So, thank you my lovely friend, and yes, I’m sure we will play again sometime soon.

Peace out,

toriko