Layered Kinks (post from our Patreon page)
CW: edge play, blood play, crying, bloody pics
Last night, we recorded Episode 12. I honestly didn’t see it going like this, even though we talked about it. This. Was. Rough!! I guess I got used to our play being manageable. I got comfortable being in a place where the pain was short and quick. But today, my every move is uncomfortable. Could it have been worse? Absolutely!! Would I be okay with that? Fuck yeah!!
Okay, so I say that now. I say that because I’m not in the moment. In the moment, I was hurting. I wanted it to stop. But I also wanted to be strong enough to keep going. I forgot that I told Brian that I’d never been broken. I forgot that he said he wanted to beat me until I cried. Even in the middle of it, I though, “Oh my goodness.. it’s finally happening!!”
My ass and legs were sliced open and Brian was beating me. But then he put both of the cilices on my legs. BOTH OF THEM!! We talked about them in Episode 9 when he bottomed. We talked about how the pain is so great, you can’t even focus on anything else. Now he wanted to hit them until they punctured my legs. And he did. He beat me over and over again. Sometimes he beat my sliced open ass and sometimes he beat my cilice wrapped legs. I was screaming in pain when he hit my legs.
He seemed to love beating my legs. I know he was getting off on my pain… fucking sadist. Was it time to call yellow? Red? I considered it, but I thought, “I can do this!!” Then I thought, “I. Can’t. Do. This!!” I was starting to break. I wanted to stop. One more hit and I was DONE! Then he says, “Okay, I’m going to hit you and if you don’t scream, you get a treat. If you do scream, I’m going to hit the other side.” Ummmm… challenge? Bring it!! I went deep inside of myself. He hit me. I did not scream. I got a chocolate. I also felt an overwhelming desire to cry.
I tried to hold back my tears at first because I didn’t want him to take mercy on me and stop. I also wanted him to notice I was crying so it would end. He held a treat up near my face and told me I was doing so well. I hid my tear filled eyes and accepted the chocolate into my mouth. He laid out the same stipulation and offered me another treat. He hit me again and didn’t scream, but I couldn’t hold back the tears. My shoulders bounced as I sobbed. He came up to my head and got down on his knees and I could tell he’d be eye level with me if I looked up. I began crying audibly, so I kept my head buried. He told me to look up, then he kissed me deeply. He told me I was beautiful, and he gave me another treat.
This is it. This is where we start winding down. Or so I thought.
He went back to me legs and hit me some more. Ass, legs, ass legs. I giggled as I felt the blood spray against my arms. He removed the cilices, and I honestly can’t tell if it provided an overwhelming amount of relief, or just a smidge. He continued to spank and smear blood all over me. We laughed at how when he smacked down, his hand would get stuck and he’d have to rip it away. He told me I was great and beautiful. I felt very loved, cared for, and happy.
We got in the shower and rinsed off. It was fun watching the blood drip and swirl down the drain. Afterwards, he bandaged me up so I wouldn’t get blood all over the bed. As he bandaged, we did our aftercare debrief.
