Page 28 of In Her Own Way
Juicy_Babe: Impact play can be so great. LS, so glad you and your Domme have established such a high level of trust. So important, right?
She didn’t know what else to say, so she hit send and then read more comments.
Rachels_Toy:My Domme likes giving me spankings. She says skin-to-skin contact is exhilarating for her. It makes her feel in control. Of course, afterward, I usually end up underneath her as she pounds me so hard it makes my breasts bounce. I almost gave myself a black eye the other night.
Jessica laughed out loud. She had to respond to that comment.
Juicy_Babe:Sounds like safety goggles need to become standard BDSM equipment in your house. LOL
And, just as she’d hoped. Daddy Vic had also responded to the topic.
Daddy Vic:Impact. Yes, please. With every impact session (be it with my hand during a spanking – which is very personal, a flogger, cane, crop, paddle, hairbrush, or other fun thing), I continually gauge my submissive’s reactions. I listen for changes in breathing. Some subs try to hold their breath, it’s uncanny. Changes in posture. Changes in groans and moans. Every impact bottom is different, and even the most seasoned impact partner can react differently during different sessions. So careful attention is paramount. I’ve learned to ask for their color (Stoplight system: red, yellow, green), but I always trust my gut, because, as I said in an earlier post somewhere in this group, I had a sub who did not say no, and, although she’s fine, it could have gone sideways fast. Safewords are there for areason, but be sure to listen for what’s not being said, too. (Part 2 in the next post).
“Marry me,” Jessica said out loud and then laughed. But then her feelings did a complete one-eighty as frustrated anger bubbled up. “She’s too good to be true.” She pointed to Daddy Vic’s post and said, “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get women to line up at your St. Andrew’s cross. That is how you smooth-talk them into losing their clothes and spreading their legs for you. Oh, the power you must yield, Daddy Vic.”
Jessica growled, tossed the tablet aside, and went in search of another glass of wine. She deviated to the bathroom for some much-needed bladder relief and, as she sat there doing her business, got mad at herself all over again.
“I am such a brat. Oh, my God. Why am I so judgy judgy tonight?” She finished up, forgot about the wine, and resumed her position on the couch. Misty had moved to the far side of the couch and didn’t even open her eyes at Jessica’s return.
“Fine, be that way,” she said to the cat.
With an exasperated sigh, she reopened theKinksapp and scrolled down for Daddy Vic’s Part 2 Impact Play response.
Daddy Vic:I think impact play is cathartic for a few reasons. One reason is the obvious flood of endorphins and other chemicals that inundate the body as it responds to the assault on the skin and muscles beneath, creating a natural high (like a runner’s high). The peaceful, relaxed feeling can overtake the sub, and that’s what I want for her. The second reason I think impact is so liberating is that it helps the sub get out of her mind. She has to focus on the strikes, the blood rushing to her skin, and the thrill of danger…danger she willingly put herself in. That’s why trust is so important. I never gagor blindfold a sub until trust has been established. Things I’d forgotten recently. But I digress. Anyway, those are my thoughts.
And just like that, Jessica was back in the Daddy Vic fan club. She wasn’t about to pronounce herself the president of said fan club, but the woman had definitely touched her heart.
“What did you do to this sub, Daddy Vic?” Jessica wondered out loud. “And why have you obviously not made peace with it?”
Jessica wanted to muse a bit on the responses before replying and was just about to put her tablet down when her message box lit up.
“It’s probably another request to suck dick,” she muttered. “Oh, joy.” She clicked open the message folder. It wasn’t.
Maistresse Marguerite: Available for a little fun tonight? If so, you know the drill. Post a photo of your implements of pleasure, so I know what I’m working with. Make it for friends only. I wish they’d just let us send pics in messages.
A calm came over Jessica. Yes, this was just the thing she needed. Online, no video, no in-person sex. It was easier this way.
Juicy_Babe:I’m always ready when you come a calling, Maistresse.
Maistresse Marguerite: Excellent,ma cherie. Let me know when the pic is up. And you’ll take it down afterward. Understood?
Juicy_Babe: Oh, yes. Understood, Maistresse. Give me a minute or two,s’il vous plait.
Jessica set about gathering the toys from various places around her bedroom. There were a few she didn’t include, though, like the huge dildo she was too scared to try and the clit-sucker thing she’d tried once but felt the risks were too great. It was too mechanical, and she didn’t want to have to explain to the ER docs how a local teacher managed to uproot her clit from its base. No, thank you.
She arranged the goodies on a towel, made sure nothing else was visible, and took the picture. She posted it to herKinkspage.
Juicy_Babe: The picture is up, Maistresse.
She’d wanted to add that she was actually glad they couldn’t send pics through messaging, since the guys would abuse it. The way they currently sent their dick pics was to change their avatar picture. Jessica’s avatar picture was one that Mistress Marta had taken the one and only time Jessica had allowed a Domme to do needle play. It had only been five colorful needles, but Miss Marta had arranged the needles artfully on Jessica’s backside. It had been an interesting experience, but not one she was eager to do again, so she kept it in the soft limit area of her BDSM arsenal.
Jessica set about getting undressed, knowing that would be her online mistress’s first request. She’d played with this particular woman online on and off for several years now. Trust had been developed between them, and they understood each other’s needs. Jessica put on some music; she didn’t want her landlady, Mrs. Wycoff, to misconstrue Jessica’s moans as signs of her dying.
Maistresse Marguerite: Undressed yet?
Juicy_Babe: Yes, Ma’am. I feel your breath on the back of my neck.
Maistresse Marguerite: Of course you do. I love my women nude, showing me their skin, andleurs chattes. Let me dip in. Ahh, a lovely warm space, but not yet to my liking. I’m now twisting those nipples hard,chat minou. They must be ready for my nipple clips.
