I’m feeling a very smug Bee because I received the cane yesterday and today by two different people. I know that sounds like a not very humble brag but let me tell you about my history with canes and you’ll understand why I’m feeling so proud.
In the past I’d seen canes as on the extreme end of play. Seeing lovely bottoms covered in stripy welts and bruises both fascinated me and terrified me. I’m not a masochist so there is no way I could deal with that kind of pain. So canes were on my hard limit list for a LONG time.
However, that changed when we saw a demo about the different uses of canes. How two intelligent adults couldn’t come to that realisation ourselves, I will never know. Although it’s probably my fear that overrode any rational thinking. Canes don’t have to be used hard, they can be used for sensation too…who knew!
So before I could change my mind we bought my first cane…and I loved it. Not long after that came the second and then the third. The third, is my favourite of all, even though it looks pure evil. It is actually far thuddier than the other two and the sensations often travel all the way to my clit.
Having done a little experimenting this morning, the closer to the wielders hand the cane lands the thuddier it feels too, whilst that’s unlikely to leave delicious marks, it feels so good.
But it’s not just about me receiving a caning. I also like to watch others receive them too. In fact, there is one person I watch on a regular basis who I envy so much. Yes I’m looking at you Honey! I just wish I had the pain tolerance and masochistic nature she does. That said, I also love watching the connection between her and the Keeper. He has an amazing way of building up the strikes, harder and harder before pulling away again before building them up. Watching the crescendo of this dance along that edge as her pain-gasm explodes is completely enthralling.
But today is about me, feeling those delicious cane strikes for the second day. Feeling uncomfortable as I wriggle about in my seat. Feeling the pinches as the Keeper skilfully nips my skin between his fingertips and making me yelp. and yes, feeling smug that I have people around me who enjoy making me react in such a delicious way.