My First Real Scene
By sassy_jolene
Copyright 2003 by Sassy_jolene
Sassy_jolene@hotmail.com

I have had a few opportunities to feel different sensations in my
exploration of BDSM. Enough even to know that I definitely wanted to feel
more flogging. The Saturday that just passed gave me the opportunity to get
that and so much more. I would like to take the time right now to share
with you my memories of that opportunity.

There was a fetish flea market this weekend in my hometown. I have never
been to one and was anxious to go and see. However, when the hostess, Lady,
posted that there would be a bake sale and she needed volunteers, I
responded. I never was much of a cook in the summer, but more than willing
to help out with some No Bakes. When I pointed this out, Lady then asked me
if I might volunteer some time at the table to help with the selling of
other people's baked goodies. I was eager to help. So I showed up at the
center to help set up the table and was told that I would be sitting at the
entry table with the baked goods and my dear friend, lace. She and I have a
lot of fun talking about trouble we could get into, but don't. Getting to
be at this table was truly an honor in itself. There was quite a bit of
money to mind and it made me feel very good that they trusted me with it.
It was also an excellent opportunity to meet likeminded people that I might
not have gotten to meet otherwise.

Another opportunity that this presented me was getting to know my dear
friend's new D/s family, the hosts. I have always been one of those people
that must see for myself that my friends are being taken care of, and it was
wonderful to be able to see the interaction between her and her Master and
His submissive. Now my mind is at ease that she is in good
hands...excellent hands even.

How does any of this lead up to my scene? Well, in true form, I was my
sassy self. And at one point, when my friend lace and I were a little
unneeded, we began playing with the stamps that we were stamping entering
people with. I first pulled my shorts down and told her to put one on my
butt cheek. (This could only happen at an ADULT FETISH event.) Well, then
later when we weren't't being watched again, she pulled her shorts down so I
could stamp her as well. But I am an all or none sort of girl, and wanted
to make sure her Master saw the puppy paws, so I put one on each cheek. She
blushed and wondered what He would think of that. I thought probably that He
shouldn't't leave the two of us alone anymore with ink. All through the day
He would come to check on us. At one point He sneaked in and cracked a whip
right at lace's bum. Mostly He teased her, but He kept a close eye on me,
and of course, remarked when I got a little too confident. It was really a
fun time.

After the event closed, I headed home for my shower to get ready for the
party after. I convinced my other friend, to join me back at the center for
the party. When we got there, we saw some familiar faces and went in to see
what might happen. But we were then told that Prophett and Lady had gone
back to where they were staying for rest and that they had decided not to
come back up for the party. It was terribly disappointing. But I had an
ace I wasn't showing. Prophett had mentioned that we should join Him and His
submissive and slave where they were staying later. So after we stayed at
the center long enough to make an appearance, my friend and I left and
headed over to the other place.

When we got there, there was a note on the door that told us they were all
poolside and to come on in. So we let ourselves in and joined them at the
pool. Introductions were made, and then conversations began. Prophett asked
me what sort of things I like in scenes. I told Him I had experienced some
spanking, violet wands, and flogging. He asked what I liked best and
without any hesitation said floggings. He shook His head positively, and I
got a rushed feeling that perhaps I might be getting a good flogging soon.
Now, if you have ever suddenly realized that you might be getting ready to
experience something you love, you know that immediately, my senses began to
rise and a warm fuzzy sensation began to overtake me. We sat outside for a
while longer and then the group came in.

We set chairs in places, and my friend told me she really was eager to work
on my feet. She is a fantastic deep tissue massage therapist. Just as I
threw my foot up for her to start, Prophett was at my side. He guided me
over near the St Andrews cross. He was talking quietly in my ear. Asked me
about limitations or concerns I have. He and I had actually already
discussed my limitations that my husband and I had agreed on. I told Him I
am pretty new to all the feelings and that my limitations as far as pain
were unknown. He then asked me if I did anything odd when I head off to
subspace. I laughed and told Him that I giggle a lot. I probably should
have told Him I also tend to "shake off" pain before going to deep
breathing. But I think He saw. He asked how I felt about having the front
flogged as well, and I told Him I hadn't ever experienced that. He was
pleased to get the opportunity to give me that experience as well.

So with the preliminaries taken care of, Prophett guided me to the St
Andrews Cross. He pulled my shirt from me, and then reached around to
unfasten my shorts. This was quite unexpected and I told Him I hadn't had
THAT done in a long time. He pointed to the ropes and told me that I could
hang onto them and if it became intolerable that I should let go of them and
move my hands to my side, that it would be a sign to Him for a regrouping.
With that He chose a weapon. The first slapping of floggers was a gentle
massaging feeling over my back and buttocks. It was wonderful, and I found
I had to resist the urge to push myself into the motions. The floggers
worked over my backside and began to get slightly harder. Now I believe
this is when my mind quit trying to figure out everything that was
happening, and just let my body feel. It was also when the only thing I
heard was the swishing of floggers and a voice deep inside that told me to
breathe. So much of it is a blur of different sensations that I can't be
sure what was next or before or after even. There were floggers that felt
as soft as fur on me, and then others that must have been soft suede. One
set felt like strips of thick plastic. Those hurt pretty bad, and I must
admit that I considered either safe wording or pulling my hands down. But
just when I thought I couldn't't breathe through anymore, I began to hear
Lady's voice resounding in my head. First I thought she had come up beside
me, but that wasn't the case. Her voice was calm and steady and
rhythmically telling me "Breathe." It was the voice I had heard the entire
time only a bit louder. I wonder if she is psychic.

Prophett took time to use a sword or two at one point for fear factor. He
had turned me around for my front to experience what my backside loves. I
can't say for sure if it worked, because when I am fearful, I am sassier.
Sassy the blowfish. PUFF UP! It makes them think you're bigger than you
are. I was however convinced that the owner of the home we were in
wouldn't't like a big bloody mess on His carpet. I liked the feeling of the
blade of the sword against my throat. I knew no harm would truly come to
me, but having Someone willing to test my logic and a new curve in possible
limitations was challenging. He whispered in my ear, asking me if I could
tell if the blade was sharp enough to cut my head completely off. Or would
it merely leave a spewing line across my neck. I mentioned my logic about
the mess on the carpet. He quickly told me He had already considered that,
and the carpet was due to be replaced soon, so no worries. Then He slid the
blade quickly across my neck, leaving only the feeling but no marks.
Another blade quickly replaced the first. Now, will this one be like the
first? Or is it the one that will do the job? He whispers still. My eyes
close and I wait for the feeling. No sass this time. Once again, the blade
slides quickly across my neck, leaving only the sensation.

Prophett then moved to pick up the floggers of choice. It was a new
sensation. It wasn't as dramatic for me as it is on my backside, and I told
Him this while feeling it. He seemed surprised, but continued for a bit.
Now having had the opportunity to think on it, I think I would have enjoyed
more flogging of my belly (maybe it works like lipo suction) and less on my
breasts, but I am a wimp when it comes to my boobs. OH! I forgot to
mention the C clamps. He had turned me around and worked with the swords.
Then came over with plastic C clamps in His hand. Now I could see the group
of people watching me, and some even offered condolences as I excitedly and
loudly asked Him "What are You going to do with THOSE????" It was funny for
them, but the fear of pain was racing through me. I have experimented alone
with clothespins on my nipples. And have found that no matter how short of
a time they are left on there, it seems to give me shooting pain for a VERY
long time. This time wasn't really different. He put them on and showed me
the joy He gets of adjusting the grip tighter. I am fairly certain my face
grimaced every time He showed me that. Sometime during this time, He used
the floggers on my pussy. Part of me wanted to remain still and feel the
sensation. Part of me wanted to make more of it available as I thought that
perhaps that might be more pleasurable. And finally, the part that won out
was saying, if you spread your legs, you will get those beautiful floggers
gummed up with juices and that wouldn't't be cool at all.

Then I was facing the cross again. I have to admit that with my backside
presented, I am more at ease, because I don't have to SEE the people
watching me, and I can focus more on how it feels rather than how I look.
More of what I enjoy...heaven. Intense again, then softer. At one point
one set of the floggers felt so incredibly wonderful, that I HAD to tell Him
I loved them. He, being a Dominant of course, chose a new set. I wish I
could tell you all the things He used on me for certain. I know there were
several sets of floggers. There was also a plastic bat that made me say
OUCH, but, felt very, very good. And He in good form took time between to
make the gentle caresses over the freshly flogged flesh of my body. When He
was finished with the flogging, I felt nails gently raking across my hot
skin. My weakness is scratching. I had to work really hard at not having
to beg to cum. I haven't ever really liked asking permission for that
particular pleasure, and find I am stubborn about it. It was the most
challenging part for me, because to be quite honest, it doesn't't take
anything to make me orgasm.

Then I felt Prophett take my hair and pull me from the cross. If I have a
limit, it is my hair being pulled I think. He led me across the room with a
grimace on my face. Finally I couldn't't stay silent and asked if we were
going for a little walk. One of the people in the group looked at me
surprised and shook her head no at me. I didn't't get an answer, but
followed still where He led me to a chair and guided me to His feet to
kneel. His slave, lace offered me a drink. I took eagerly. My scene was
over, but the memory of it, will be sweet for a long time. And on a final
note, thank you sweet lace, for making me test my control over orgasms, I
will make sure to ask for permission to return the favor someday.