— Do NOT try this at home —
I must have been acting a bit macho while out with friends last night. My GF leaned over, smiling, and said “wait until we get home tonight”. Right, I thought, it’s Loctober and nothing is going to happen tonight… She came into the bedroom wearing high heels, fish net lingerie and a mask, carrying a riding crop. Wow. She barked at me to stand up and turn around which I obediently did. She started lashing me. Then it happened - only about 3 lashes in. I don’t know why. Somehow my self defense training kicked in and in one swift move I rotated around, grabbed her flipped her over my shoulders and slammed her down on the bed, where I pinned her arms and legs down and shouted “Stop!!!”. As I stared into her obviously unhappy eyes through the mask I began to worry if I had done the right thing or not. In what felt like a 10 minute pause in this position where neither party spoke, I came up with a devious plan that was sure to get me out of trouble: I would release her right hand and grab the whip it was holding and use my clearly superior strength to overpower her and take control, then I would apologize profusely and explain it was just an automatic reaction that I couldn’t help. So… At this point I have to ask: Did you know that a sufficiently motivated woman can move her hand from above her head to your groin area in only a few milliseconds? Very impressive! And did you also know that by grabbing your testicles and pulling hard enough while also rotating, that they can cause you to black out??? The things you learn in life… Her riding crop quickly brought me back to reality and it was starting to soak in that my plan was not as successful as I had hoped. After a few more lashes at a fury that I have never before experienced I decided to obey her order to hold still while she applied the Irish 8 handcuffs that I hate (and that empower her so much). The remainder of the 40 lashes made the first 3 feel like a feather touch. Through her growing rage it was clear that I was to swallow the pillow, if required, to keep quiet because she was not wasting her time with gags. After this she decided that it was time for some anal stimulation, and she must have been concerned about saving me money on lubricants. Despite a lot of work with a 6” vibrating dildo wse was completely unsuccessful at bringing me to orgasm. Following this “failure” I was instructed to lay there silently while she fell asleep. What were my choices? The story does have a good ending, however. Apparently working your anger out in this fashion also eliminates grudges. At about 4am she unlocked me and at 6am ordered me to pleasure her. I proceeded with fingers, then vibrator, and finally orally. Each time she climaxed I felt a tremendous feeling of relief and a wave of pleasure ran through me. She went off to work very happy that she is really in control despite my size or strength, and my backside is carrying a reminder to not do this again. All is well.