Slave Steve's Holiday in North
America
Slave Steve's Holiday in North
America
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I arrived in the States (Washington, DC) last Wednesday but Friday was the first opportunity to play. Jim and I drove down to downtown DC to a meeting of the gay SM club, SigMa DC. They have a house which they use for parties. This one was advertised as a "Spanking Party" but, as there were not many people there it was also announced that it would be an "anything goes" party! So, introductions made the fun stared with a demonstration of how to use straps. No - I wasn't the guy who got demonstrated on, though I did offer. During the demo I got rid of my top and jeans - I had my see-thru camo on underneath.
After the demo I started to strip but Jim wanted me to keep the shorts on. So, shirtless, I was tied to a large rope net stretched across a wooden frame and Jim proceeded to whip my butt and my back with various whips and also laid some straps across my butt. We started off fairly easy but the severity soon built up to the point where Jim got me to count strokes out loud. I know they're going to be challenging when he does that!
After a short break Jim wanted to try out a "Horse" constructed from a set of purchased metal trestle legs with a padded top added by the guy who had brought it along. I had to lay down (naked this time) along the top of the horse rather than over it. It was a bit precarious as it was only inches wide but it was OK. I then got my butt tanned with a selection of implements, mostly whips and straps. Then the guy who made the horse gave Jim some webbing straps and suggested it would be better to strap me down to the horse. This worked very well and I felt much safer. We carried on using the horse for quite a while and, by the time we'd done my butt and my back were glowing nicely!
Sunday afternoon we grabbed some lunch and took it downtown, not far from The Capitol, where Jim had booked an apartment by the hour. He only plays at his own place when the neighbours are known to be out! Shortly after we got there I got rid of my outdoor clothes and put on my "holy" cut offs. These are a pair of shorts made from very old denim jeans that have loads of holes where the back pockets used to be! Unfortunately, they therefore offer zero protection! We started with me just leaning forward over the bed, hand on it. Jim used a short whip with sixteen tails, each knotted at the end. Scares me but it didn't do any damage. After a brief warm-up he had me counting sets of twelve strokes. The he switched to a rubber strap which stings like hell! Again, after a few strokes he got me to "count twelve". The final six were really challenging and I was kinda relieved when Jim took my shorts off to let me cool down a bit.
A very short break and then a long hand-spanking with me in the same position as before. This was followed by a short (rubber, I think) flogger laid with some force across my naked butt. At first I was worried that the whip might catch my balls but I soon realised that this wasn't going to happen and so I relaxed and let myself enjoy the session. The little flogger was followed by the rubber strap and some prison straps given mostly in twelves but I wasn't asked to count.
After a break I was laid on the bed face down and spreadeagled with my butt raised slightly by a pillow. Restraints were put round my wrists and ankles and then I was tied to the four corners of the bed. Jim started with two sets of twelve strokes with the knotted cat across my butt, followed by two sets of six with the rubber strap and twelve with a heavy leather strap/paddle with holes in it which really got to me. I'd been told to count them and I nearly lost it! And so the session continued with a variety of implements for a further 20 minutes of continuous beating! Before he started using long whips and floggers, Jim untied my legs so I could put them together to protect my balls. I had to count the final twelve strokes, given very hard with a leather prison strap. I only just made it, strokes nine, ten and eleven really had me crying out! When he fucked me, Jim's flesh against my butt cheeks actually felt cool!
Late morning we drove about 40 miles north to meet a friend of Jim's for lunch. Jim had already made a horse very similar to the one we used at SigMa on Friday and it was "stabled" with G. We wanted to bring it back to DC so we could use it there. After we got back from lunch at a nearby restaurant the horse was fetched and Jim suggested he show me how it works - it all packs into a very small space indeed. When we'd got it unfolded and set up he said "Well, now that it's up we may as well....!" I don't know how I can be so dim - I'd not been expecting any kind of play session at all. Anyway, I was quickly persuaded and assumed the position, still dressed in Cargo Pants and sweatshirt, over the horse.
I'd not noticed that Jim brought his bag in with him. He got out a selection of straps and paddles and the four-tail whip and proceeded to give me sets of six with each, only the first six of which were warm-up (I was still pretty warm from yesterday). Then I had to count twelve with the prison strap and the Jim invited G to have a go. I was glad when he declined as my butt was getting really sore. By now it was getting pretty late and I had to be downtown at the Eagle for a meeting so we packed up and drove home with the horse in the back of the car. Only a mini-session, but my butt was tingling on the drive home - and on the metro later as I rode downtown! On the ride back from the meeting I got to thinking. The afternoon session was only five minutes or so but I worked out there must have been 50 to 100 full strokes. I decided to try and count the strokes next session.
Back to the downtown apartment. We took Jim's horse as well as the usual toys. Jim wanted me to wear tight jeans so I put on my very old faded Wranglers and a white tee (no underwear). It didn't take long to do a bit of furniture moving and have the front room of the apartment set up for a session using the horse. (Click here for photo.) Jim started by getting me to stand against the wall with my hands behind me while he whipped my cock, through the jeans, with a short, light, cat! Got me hard instantly! He also whipped my tits, which got me even harder though it really hurt! Then he got me onto the horse, along it rather than bending over it, and started a warm-up with me still wearing the Wranglers, which allowed Jim to put maybe a bit more punch into his strokes. Mind you, the denim has worn so thin over almost twenty years that all it does is offer some protection from skin damage, it hardly diminishes the actual feel of the blows at all! Anyway, the warm-up got warmer and warmer and I was soon counting sets of twelve, mostly with straps and with a four-tailed heavy whip - which happens to be one of my favourite implements. Also one of my least favourite implements, a single-tail whip which is incredibly intense. After about half an hour of this, time for a break. So far, I'd counted 317 strokes, though I know this is innacurate because some were sufficiently challenging that I'd not had the chance to register them before the next landed, so I lost count. I could check against the video but I can't be bothered.
After about half an hour's break I was back over the horse, naked this time.
It was pretty much "the mixture, as before" (except that I was naked of course). This time I counted 277 strokes and by the end my butt was really stinging and I had definitely had just about as much as I could have taken. I did toy with the idea of asking for the extra six to make the total up to 600 but I dismissed it. A) because I have a problem asking for strokes and B) I don't think the skin on my butt could've coped without breaking. Click here for photo
I was told to go into the bedroom, grease myself up and lay over a corner of the bed ready to get fucked. I did that and when he'd finished he got me to lie in the middle of the bed and gently played with my cock until very soon I was in one of the best orgasms I can remember.
Rode the metro to meet with Master D at the SigMa house at 18:00. We'd arranged last Friday to play tonight. We sat and chatted for about half an hour and then he told me to strip ready for play. I'm not going to attempt to write up the next three hours because words can't do justice to the magic that was generated. I got some CP, of course. I got my tits played with so hard they started to peel the following evening and I got dildos, fingers and almost a fist up my butt-hole. I do find that the more intense a session is the less I can recall about it.
I wanted to see Niagra Falls and we had planned to fly to Toronto and there hire a car to drive down to the falls. What with check in times being so early after the horrors of September 11, we decided to drive to Buffalo and then on to Toronto, via Niagra Falls, the next day. We arrived in Buffalo at around 16:00 and checked into our hotel. (Twice, the first room we barged into was occupied!) Jim had arranged for a friend of his, R, to join us for play and some dinner. Playtime proved to be just that - one of those jokey, fun, unintensive little sessions that I find really helpful when working with a new Top. Mind you, it did get a bit challenging when one took up station on each side of me and gave alternate swats with leather straps. I was quite glad it was time for Jim and R to play together so I watched the TV in the other room while Jim and R played in the bedroom for forty minutes or so.
After an incredibly long and protracted dinner (the staff were busy watching a Presidential press conference on TV and I can't blame them for that) we went back to the rooms and R said he wanted to give me a spanking over my jeans. Which he did. Before long the jeans were off again and the session turned into one of those very light, playful ones again. As I wasn't reacting much (it wasn't hurting enough to react) there was some discussion between R and Jim as to what would have more effect and R suggested making my butt wet and went to get a face-cloth soaked in warm water. He was right - it does hurt a hell of a lot more on wet skin. Next, they decided to leave the wet face-cloth on my butt. This hurt even more! Although the banter was still light and jokey, the actual CP was getting pretty serious. I was beginning to get concerned, what with the really heavy session yesterday. I think it may have been me who asked for the session to stop. Or maybe Jim was picking up my vibes and stopped it. Having done more than half of the driving earlier, I went out like a light as soon as R had left.
If you haven't seen Niagra Falls - don't bother to make the journey. You can't see them for all the mist they throw into the air! But the noise and the vibrating ground give an idea of the power and all that so I'm glad we went. Anyway, on to Toronto to meet another friend of Jim's. Unfortunately he has asked me not to say anything about him so I won't. We did play, but I think for the first time I had to stop Jim by putting my hand over my butt. It had been stinging and tingling all day and now felt like it was on fire after just a few strokes.
After a short break Jim asked if I wanted to carry on so I suggested he concentrated on my back, which he had hardly touched at all so far. Well, I got a good whipping, and so did my tits and even my cock - which was doing coat-hook impressions at the time! To make the point, Jim draped the small flogger over my erect cock while he played with my tits - it stayed there! Our guest was greatly impressed.
After which we all went to Church Street and had one of the most memorable dinners of my life. Excellent food and very convivial company in such a comfortable neighbourhood. I have fallen in love with Toronto and was due to become even more strongly attached the next day.
We drove about half an hour or so from downtown Toronto to meet another of Jim's friends, whom I shall; call just D (for Disciplinarian!). They had not seen each other for a long time and there was a lot of catching up to do. I'm afraid I had little to contribute to the conversation. After a while we adjourned into the back room to play. At first D sat on a sofa and told me to get over his knees for a spanking which he gave with me fully clothed. I was glad for not having played much yesterday as I could tell he was going to be challenging!
D told me to strip naked and stand in a corner of the room, facing into the corner. Felt a but stupid doing that, to be honest. When he told me to turn round he had set out an array of fairly fearsome looking implements, some of which were very similar to Jim's that had been used on me in DC, otherwise I'd have been more scared. I was told to lean over some sort of Gym equipment. I don't know what it was but my hands were clutching a bar about a foot from the floor while my feet were on the floor the other side of a padded bar about three feet from the floor. So my butt was positioned in a very vulnerable way indeed.
And wow! Did he roast my butt! It was a bit of a shock at first but I was soon able to get my head into the session. D was reading me brilliantly, easing back a little when I was getting near my limit, pushing my limits again when it was right. I'd been told he was a genius, they ware not wrong! I must have got about 150 - 200 heavy strokes in that position but I was becoming uncomfortable on account of my hiatus hernia. D picked this up and got me to go back to my corner while he set up a massage table diagonally across the room and put me across one end of the table so my head and torso were laying on the table, my butt at the end and my feet on the floor. Almost as vulnerable but infinitely more comfortable.
In this position D was able to put a little more effort into each stroke! I never knew what was coming since I could not see which implements he picked up. In a way, this made the session even more of a turn-on! Some came in sets of three, some in six's, some in dozens. In total there must have been about twice as many as in the previous set and I was really beginning to have problems towards the end, but determinied not to give in. Willy had stayed half-hard since I'd been told to strip! Although this had turned into the heaviest session I've had, I felt safe, even looked after. D was clearly reading me like a large print book (even I can't do that!) and Jim was present, so I knew nothing I really couldn't handle was going to happen.
Finally, D announced that was going to punish me! I thought he had dopne that already. No - this was going to be a little more ritualised. It would consist of twelve hard strokes with each of three straps, six hard swats with each of two paddles, and two sets of six of the best with a thick cane. 60 very challenging strokes in all. He made it very clear that I knew exaclty what I was in for, twice. Then he made certain, again twice, that I was giving consent. I could have just stood up and said "No thanks" and still felt proud of myself. But you know me! And anyway I was enjoying myself so far and was kind of curious to see if I could push myself just that little bit further.
It was without question the most painful and challenging four minutes of my SM career to date. D seemed to pull absolutely no punches and seemed to put as much into each stroke as he could (at least that's how it looks to me on the video we shot.) Had I been told to count strokes I'd have been in trouble! I think the third set of twelve with the strap was the worst bit, it had been kinda relentless up to the final stroke, number 36. I coped with the first paddle by knowing there were "only" six swats. The slight break between that and the second paddle allowed me to marshall my thoughts and composure, a little. The second paddle was bigger but not quite as challenging, maybe due to the air-cushion effect. I was grateful for the slight respite this afforded. The cane was, by my standards, very heavy-looking. At least it was quite thick. I just had time to rationalise that the thicker a cane is the less likely it is to break the skin when stroke one landed - and I almost took off! Wow, that hurt so much! As did the next five - and the six that followed that after a brief break. I was really "buzzing" with endorphins for over an hour after that punishment!
As it turned out, my last session before flying home. I got 'flu symtoms the evening of the next day so cancelled plans for the rest of my time in the US. Jim's neighbours had gone out so we decided to play at his apartment. Jim set up his wooden horse in the bedroom and started to lay out what seemed to be an absolutely huge collection of implements on the bed. I changed into my see-thru camo kit.
I'd made a comment to Jim that he had hardly worked on my back and he said that we were about to redress that imbalance. However, we started with me laid along the horse and bound to it with straps, with my camo kit still on, getting my butt whipped with a vareity of whips! Before long Jim commented that he could see the colour in my butt cheeks through the see-thru camo shorts! Once I was well warmed up (about 100 strokes) we graduated to leather straps for about another hundred strokes.
Then it was time to work on my back. I was released from the horse and it was moved out of the way while I stripped naked. I had to lean up against the wall, arms outstretched as if on a St Andrew's Cross (I wish!). Jim used a variety of floggers across my shoulders and upper back. I found it easier to bend my arms at the elbows so I could rest hy head on my hands instead of the wall. Jim didn't complain so I stayed like that for the rest of the long scene. Then he started to use a soft leather strap instead of the whips! Only six strokes but they felt great! Then back to the whips (excuse the pun!) for another fifty or so lashes before, keeping me in the same position, working on my butt with some straps and leather paddles.
Then, after a brief break I was back on the horse, sideways this time with my chest on the padded top and my butt nicely vulnerable as Jim worked right through his selection of straps, paddles and whips. Including two dozen with a Georgis Prison Strap - which is just huge! After about twenty minutes of continuous punishment, Jim got me to stand with my butt touching the top of the horse and my arms behind my back so he could use a small cat on my tits and my cock. This got me really turned on and I started to make loads of pre-cum (something I don't often do). He hardly need to handle my cock at all before I came!
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