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©DungeonPlace E 11 Flog

Flogging in the great outdoors. I love it!

Saturday Night.

10pm – Gather everything, grab a couple of Sweet Teas and drive.

Something I should have done…tie the rope before hand…that would have saved more time for shooting.

10:25pm – Arrive at location: a pretty much abandoned parking garage. Cars scatter the various levels. There’s a van being loaded at the dock. I’ve been watching this location for some time…no one uses the roof level.

10:35pm – After blowing precious time on rope, we’re ready. DE and I walk to one of the elevator buildings. I call the elevators to our floor, cuff and tie her – the shoot begins.

10:45pm – We leave.

Okay, more Fully Naked Thursday than Half-Naked Thursday…but this was a fun shoot.

Naked Flame

Enjoy!

thigh zipper

It was her first zipper.

She took it well.

I made her count each bite as I ran the clips up one thigh and down the other. Her breath would catch with each new nibble as the count rose about 15.

Two strings. Two thighs. They reminded me of strings of firecrackers with pink fuses. Perhaps the snap, the sharp noises as I tore them up and off her sensitive flesh? Maybe the anticipated, ever so shocked delayed reaction a sub has when the zipper is pulled? Or it could just be that’s how they looked as I stood above the bed giving instruction, explaining the countdown, preparing her for the

PULL! – !SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!

Eyes-wide-gasp, fingers splayed wide and mouth collapsed into alphabetic shock.

“Son-of-a-BITCH!” She moans, pulling fetal. Mouth and eyes close. Everything about her becomes a tiny ball.

I caress her, comfort her with soft words and wicked laughs.

I am very pleased.

“What happened to the countdown Sir?” She manages after a few seconds.

I shrug. Not bothering to answer.

“Want another?”

“Oh yes, please Sir.”

I guess it was the words that first drew her attention. So she contacted me. We did the online “Safety Dance” for a couple of weeks. When the time came we both made the arrangements to meet.

This is the Word folks. Online Dating Etiquette…even for Kinks.

(Let people know where you are, who you’re with. Set up a “Safety Call”. ‘Nuff Said. It’s just the Sane thing to do.)

Our conversations, IM, Phone…Cam play…was hot. We talked limits, we agreed upon them. We had the proper “Safe Words” in place. There was no mistaking what would happen once we disposed of formalities. Unless our chemistry turned into a total train wreck, we would probably descend into some form of Animal Sex.

And so it was. Rain, dinner, the two-car drive back to my place. Lovely. I kissed her and she bit me. I took her by the throat – and applied pressure. There is a certain satisfaction when you look into the eyes of your sub – cutting off her air supply, hearing the wet noises of empty swallows, watching the eyes turn to fire as the juices truly begin to flow. Watching for that telltale moment when the fire recedes…when a dull sheen appears and fear begins creep in.

You will know much about a sub in that moment. You will learn all you will ever need to know about your D/s relationship and the level of Trust you will achieve. You will know by watching the fear…by watching what happens to it.

She. She took the fear and cast it aside. I watched it fade in a flicker, cut down by the calm smile of one emotion.

Trust.

I let her go, pull in new breath, and took her to the bedroom, bound her and allowed her the privilege of feeling my hands and a new set of virgin, hardwood paddles. Her ass reddened, but did not mark. I moved to a four-tail, applied to her breasts, thighs and ass. She gasped, cried and moaned.

She begged.

I held her, praised her for being such a good sub and continued to apply Domination. She yielded to me, but I was not out to break her – not this night. When I removed her collar, her chain, her bonds – we made love as equals.

Albeit, animal equals.

We scratched, we bit, we made a lot of noise…and frightened the cat.

She didn’t go home for 4 days…

-Tutivillus

Flogging is an art.

Yes, anyone can use a flogger, but only a few people can use a flogger like an artist uses a brush. Your sub is a canvas and your colors are the many shades of pain.

I think I just happened to catch a masterwork on film.

DarlingEvil flogging a sub

candles, wax and breasts

I’ve been inspired by a photo on FetLife.

Closeup of a breast. It’s dark…the only light comes from a candle, tipped, wax dripping onto an erect nipple.

Who is spilling the hot onto that tender part remains unseen.

I saw this photo and immediately thought I must do a photo like this and put my own spin on it!

Then I thought…fuck that! I want this as part of a scene!

The idea flowed…force the sub to pour wax over their bodies. Standing, bound…one hand free, following my command at the risk of extreme punishement (I’m thinking electricity).

Take this idea, do it. If you have some pics you’d like to share? I’d LOVE to see (and post) them.

Some wall flowers are predatory. They wait and watch, letting their colors speak until their prey comes to them…

Wall Flower

Model: DarlingEvil
Photo by Tutuivillus