Speaker 1: It's September ninth, and that means it's time for your
Speaker 1: daily fuck on Taboo Tuesday. The air in Daniel's apartment
Speaker 1: is different from mind. It's calm, ordered and smells faintly
Speaker 1: of sandwood and leather. We're on our third date and
Speaker 1: the chemistry between us is a low, steady hum of electricity.
Speaker 1: He's older, with a quiet confidence that I find incredibly sexy.
Speaker 1: We met on an app that caters to more specific tastes,
Speaker 1: and I had admitted my curiosity about a word I'd
Speaker 1: only ever read about. Ronis plush sofa, A glass of
Speaker 1: whiskey in my hand, the conversation flowing easily. He turns
Speaker 1: to me, his dark eyes serious but kind you mentioned
Speaker 1: in your profile. His voice is sexy, and that confident
Speaker 1: yet curious way that you are curious about impact play.
Speaker 1: Before I can even answer, he adds, do you trust me?
Speaker 1: The way Daniel just assumes I'm interested, while both confidently
Speaker 1: expressing and asking about trust is a total turn on.
Speaker 1: Why yes and yes, I want to say, But still
Speaker 1: the question hangs in the air. Part of me is terrified,
Speaker 1: a nervous flutter in my stomach. The other, larger part
Speaker 1: is humming with a dark, thrilling curiosity I hadn't known
Speaker 1: I possessed. I decide to trust him, and more importantly,
Speaker 1: to trust that hidden part of myself. Yes, I think
Speaker 1: I would. He waits expectantly, and that's when I realized
Speaker 1: he had asked the second question, and yes, I trust you.
Speaker 1: He nods a slow, gentle smile, touching his lips. He
Speaker 1: takes my glass and sets it aside. Okay, first, the
Speaker 1: most important part your safe for it is red. You
Speaker 1: can say it at any time, for any reason, and
Speaker 1: we will stop immediately, no questions. Ask do you understand?
Speaker 1: An tense look alone is making me wet. The safe
Speaker 1: word is the basis of trust. Red. I nod the word,
Speaker 1: feeling foreign and powerful on my tongue. He takes my
Speaker 1: hand and leads me to the bedroom with no word spoken.
Speaker 1: There's no elaborate dungeon, just large, comfortable bed and soft
Speaker 1: ambient lighting. We'll start slow over my lap, just to
Speaker 1: see how you feel. My heart is pounding. He sits
Speaker 1: on the edge of the bed and pats his big
Speaker 1: I hisitate for a second, then hike up my dress
Speaker 1: and my stomach down across his lap. My ass now
Speaker 1: the highest part of my body. The position feels incredibly
Speaker 1: vulnerable and surprisingly incredibly hot. He doesn't strike me first.
Speaker 1: He just rests his large, warm hand on my ass,
Speaker 1: a grounding, reassuring pressure. It feels so warm and so good.
Speaker 1: Then he begins to rub me in slow, firm circles,
Speaker 1: his palm, warming my skin through the thin silk of
Speaker 1: my panties. Just breathe tell me what you feel. I
Speaker 1: feel like I want more good. Then the first smack lance.
Speaker 1: It's open palmed, the sound sharp and loud in the
Speaker 1: quiet room, A bright electric sting blossoms across my left cheek,
Speaker 1: shocking and immediate. I casp before the sting can fade.
Speaker 1: It's replaced by a deep, pleasant warmth that spreads through
Speaker 1: my entire body. He caresses my ass where he just struck,
Speaker 1: and the almost romantic caress after the sting is a revelation.
Speaker 1: He strikes me again, this time on the right smack.
Speaker 1: This sing pattern a flash of heat, a momentary sting,
Speaker 1: and then a slow blooming warmth followed by a gentle caress.
Speaker 1: He establishes a rhythm, a steady beat of his palm
Speaker 1: against my ass. He skips a caress, and the surprise
Speaker 1: of a smack followed by an other smack brings its
Speaker 1: own shocking pleasure. He snaps my ass again and again.
Speaker 1: My mind, which is usually a chaotic rollmind of thoughts,
Speaker 1: goes completely quiet. There is only the sound, the rhythm,
Speaker 1: the sting, than the heat. How are you doing? His
Speaker 1: voice is a low hum that vibrates through his legs
Speaker 1: into my body. It's good. More please rather than smack me.
Speaker 1: His hand comes away, and I feel a moment of
Speaker 1: disappointment before I feel something new slide across my skin.
Speaker 1: It's cool, smooth, and heavy. He's tracing the shape of
Speaker 1: my ass with a leather paddle. Anticipation is a thousand
Speaker 1: times more intense than the actual impact. The first thud
Speaker 1: is a deep, resonant sound, completely different from the sharp
Speaker 1: smack of his hand. A feeling is less a sting
Speaker 1: and more a deep, satisfying ache. Thud thud, a steady,
Speaker 1: hypnotic rhythm. My hips begin to move on their own,
Speaker 1: a slight, involuntary rocking into each strike, no longer thinking,
Speaker 1: only feeling. A floaty, disconnected sensation washes over me. Just
Speaker 1: as I'm getting used to the deep sting in the paddle.
Speaker 1: I feel his palm again. It makes me gasp. How
Speaker 1: can a variety of small stings of pain feel so good?
Speaker 1: He alternates now, the paddle's heavy thud and the sharp
Speaker 1: sting of his palm, creating a symphony of sensation on
Speaker 1: my skin. I can feel my orgasm building, a strange,
Speaker 1: deep and unfamiliar pulse that has nothing to do with
Speaker 1: my click and everything to do with the rhythmic control
Speaker 1: assault on my senses. It's coiling in my core, a
Speaker 1: product of the trust, the sting, the heat, and his low,
Speaker 1: constant murmurs of praise. The final strike is the hardest yet,
Speaker 1: and it shatters my control. The orgasm rips through my body,
Speaker 1: a full body convulsion that is completely overwhelming. A strangled
Speaker 1: cry is torn from my throat as my world dissolves
Speaker 1: into pure, hot, white sensation. The impact stops immediately. The
Speaker 1: world slowly comes back into focus. Gentle hands are on me,
Speaker 1: turning me over and gathering me into a hug. He
Speaker 1: pulls me into his lap, cradling me against his chest.
Speaker 1: His touch is now impossibly soft. You did so well.
Speaker 1: His lips are against my hair as he robs me gently,
Speaker 1: just breathe. He had spent the last twenty minutes hurting
Speaker 1: me in the most delicious way possible, and as he
Speaker 1: gently rubbed the sting from my skin, I realized I
Speaker 1: had never felt safer or more completely adored.