B was sweet. So responsive and willing to be hurt. i used the leather paddle with slut carved in it and the word popped up on her ass just as it does on mine…there were so many things i used on her that i loved myself and i liked my view of the scene. There was much laughter as the Doms watched my face as i played. i guess i was cringing and once M had to tell me to keep my eyes open. It was hard not to ask her if she was ok…she was definitely ok…but i am just not used to being the cause of that wiggle.

i wanted to start back up with the ice and went to her ass to get my cube back….

“Dearheart…where is my ice cube?” i asked as i probed her.

“It melted.”

“Wait, are you saying that you lost my icecube?? I asked you to hold this for me and now i cant find it…” i continued to probe.

“im sorry, ” she cried. “it melted.”

“Did i give you permission to allow that icecube to melt?”

i paddled her repeatedly along with every syllable i spoke.

Crying and writhing, she finally cried out, “im so sorry Mistress, if i could i would change the laws of physics for youuuuu!!!”

i laughed and soothed her red bottom with my hands and fingernails.

“Good girl”

i stayed with her until she was ready to stand and checked out my work…M was impressed. i was too.

We were all out in the hallway later for some reason. Talking and shooting the shit. M took the handcuffs he had brought to use on B during my scene with her and when i looked longingly at them, he applied them to me. Now my hands were behind my back and K pressed me against him as we all continued to talk to others. i was in exactly the place i wanted to be….facing M and pressed all up against K.

“Hold my cup, dear”. And i had his empty coffee cup in my hands as we rocked absently as everyone conversed around us. Later i asked him if he wanted a drink and he said he would like a bit more coffee and placed his crushed cup between my breasts in my top. i left the group to get some coffee and  someone asked me how i planned to do that exactly…i just shrugged and stated…he wants coffee..ill have to figure it out now wont i?

i got to the kitchen and a sub helped me pour coffee into a new cup and place it between my breasts again. it wasnt hot at first but by the time i got halfway thru the dungeon i was really yelping….K ran up and snatched the offending cup and lectured me all the way back to the group about safety and how i need to be careful. i repeatedly said that it wasnt that bad and that i was fine and that i needed to get him his drink. i dont think he believed me. i ended up next to S and somehow she started spanking me as R held my head on his shoulder. We would pause only when people would pass in the hall as we decided to poke everyone walking by….it sounded alot like this…smack!..ahhh…pokepokepoke…hahaha…smack…ahh…pokepokepoke. Eventually someone suggested that it might be time to really start hitting me. So we moved it all into a room and i found myself face down over a medical table, and i remember the gleam of a highly polished metal paddle with holes in it coming around. S is always threatening to hurt me and i am constantly telling her that the last time she tried i fell asleep on the chain web because she gave me all thud and i looooved it so much i passed out…i was told later that toward the end she was backing up and basically running at me with the flogger before swinging it…and still…nary a sound out of me except, “mmmmmm”. This time she was armed and dangerous and i broke stance several times until she finally pressed me up on the table and now i was genuinely stuck as my hands were still handcuffed behind my back. By the time i was on the table i was crying a bit but i dont think she or the other 7 or 8 people that had now gathered noticed. There were paddles and toys from everyone involved and i was in heaven.

Met the best brat ever that nite and i begged him to come to my scene to say bratty things to me as i was being beaten. Which he did. It was his genius idea to add everyone in the rooms ages together to determine how many times i would be struck…which was funny in that everyone was taking turns hitting me as this was being determined….i can not add apparently…..people were trying to help….”what is 129 plus 45″…..and i would repeat it and then forget the first number or add wrong and have to start over….as people were passing thru to get to another area…the brat would ask them their ages and i was just screaming….”not fair!!!”….it was the most chaotic and funny scene ive ever been in…i was laughing even tho i was just being pummeled to a pulp. Finally i had to have the cuffs removed and the torture continued for more than likely at least an hour. My ass was literally glowing in the dark when S said i was cooked. im still not sure if we ever determined the correct number i was supposed to get….moot point anyway as no one was counting the strikes i got. We all continued various conversations as i cleaned off the table on our way away from the scene and went out to smoke and rabblerouse. The night was light and freespirited and everyone was giddy with just being together and being as kinky as we wanted to be. Sometimes the chemistry in the dungeon hits just right and everyone joins in on everyone elses scenes….tis like a little kinky family most of the time. We have our differences and scraps and in the end we get along and enjoy our world together.

Later i found S in a girl pile in the quiet room and asked permission to get my back worked on by M. She agreed but insisted my ass be left out of it. i swore i would let him know. M put me up on the web and worked my legs and back but i couldnt take a whole lot anymore…i was pretty well done from earlier, but i play with M anytime im with him because he knows exactly how to work me. As a single girl, there is nothing finer than waiting for the scene to start knowing full well that you dont need to stay on point because your Dom knows you and knows where to take you so to speak. i closed my eyes and let him drive me right into space. He came up to me several times to rub my back and to bite my shoulders and of course growl at me in that domly way of his.

He stopped long enough to turn me so i was facing him and back up my wrists went into the web. He started to crop my breasts and i couldnt keep my head far enough away, i was terrified that my hair would get stuck in the chain web and i couldnt relax. “I know how to distract you,” he said and applied the leather choker to my neck and to the web and i was effectively stuck. i pulled gently against it and the gentle even pressure against my airway was just too much to take. He was right…barely noticed my breasts at all as i was experimenting with the pressure.

“BAYYYBEEE!!” i cried out when i saw a friend of mine come out from her own scene. “Come here and be my stunt ass for a while!” K came up and put herself in front of me and held onto the web and M started in on her with the PVC flogger and the dragons tongue…she was moaning and we were kissing and i was gently choking myself…at one point i was pressing against her so hard she ended up getting hit harder…she yelped but i wasnt listening…i was choking and slowly but surely losing all sense of time and space….mmmm. i snapped to when she roughly shoved me back into the web and kissed me again. “Pay attention” she snapped and i just smiled and pressed her ass back out to M’s singletail…hehe…

K finally had enough and M said it was time to wrap it up….but his sub J said…oh no… you should finish her. i glared up but everyone laughed. We all know i wont stop til forced to unless something has gone awry. J continued to plague me with phrases like..give her the finisher….give her the closer…

M unchained me and put me over a straight chair and my crying this time was for real…for some reason i just couldnt handle the idea of one more hard hit that i knew was coming….i just couldnt settle. S heard me crying and begging and came up in front of me and took my hands….”Hes just going to finish you off and then well go”….i calmed immediatly and

WHAP…..my favorite thuddy flogger came across my ass just to remind me who was the boss around here…..it was wonderful.

We were cleaning the area and collecting our things and all decided to hit the diner….which brings me to the sight in my rearview…all my new friends following me up the road headlights warming my back and friendship wrapped all around my battered body.

Ooops theres the exit…time for coffee and pancakes. Wonder if there is a table for 11?……