Choices or No Choices?

“Topping from the bottom” might not get a thumbs-up from my two Dommes, but after such an exhausting day at work, I figured a “pain” session could really help clear my head. Since we’re both switches, LadyJ and I don’t mind that rule:lol:

That’s why you’ll see me wearing cuffs later on! J laid out all our hitty gear for me to pick from; anything I choose she won’t use. It’s a clever little mental puzzle. If I go for the “harsh” tools, will she actually wield them? Or if I try to double-bluff and grab only the “soft” ones, does that strategy hold up?

Our stash of hitty things now boasts 12 floggers—from soft suede through bungee and sheet rubber all the way to hard square-cut leather. We also have two canes, an ash switch, a rubber paddle, and a single-tail.

Once I was tethered to the door hanger with my view blocked so I couldn’t see what she was up to, J asked how many strokes I wanted. Bravely, I said “three.” There was a beat of silence before she delivered a fierce swipe with that rubber paddle—one of the items I specifically claimed didn’t interest me!:shock: Two more followed.

“How many now?” came the next question. This pattern continued for quite some time.

It took a while to get warmed up, but as my endorphins kicked in, I started raising the stakes—ten strokes, then twenty, and eventually thirty. It became pretty obvious that J had no plans to stick strictly to my choices; she was working her way through our entire collection.

When I began gripping onto the chains a bit tighter, J announced the next one would be the final blow of this round. She held up two implements and asked which hand they were in (left or right) and how many strokes. Not knowing what she was holding behind my back, perhaps rather foolishly, I shouted “thirty!”

The cane turned out to be a surprise since she’d already used it earlier in the session. She told me to count every stroke, and by the end, I could barely talk.

A pause. Silence.

I hadn’t noticed that leather belt sitting there among the toys. But boy did I feel those next 30 strokes!

Never trust a Domme with an evil sense of humour:shock:

Still, she then untied me, placed me on the bed, and gave me a wonderful rub-down using some rubber and sheepskin pads. After that, I dropped off to sleep completely de-stressed:D

I really do love her so much:D