möbius strip

Möbius Strips and BDSM

A möbius strip is a mathematical wonder. Not a thing, per se, but a concept. It is a one-sided plane, which, when turned on itself, remains one-sided. It is magical! A BDSM Scene is like a möbius strip to me in that there is an interplay between the Top and the bottom -the Domme and the sub. They are one when deep in the Scene, even though they look like two people, sometimes separated by considerable space (as in a flogging). However, the two are in a dance with each other… a Tango when the Scene is going beautifully… and it is this dance that reminds me of the möbius strip.

Spanking in the BDSM Dungeon

I went to a Dungeon a couple of Saturday nights ago and played. Hard.

For those unfamiliar with a Dungeon, it is a place to experience all the aspects of BDSM (Bondage/Dominance/Sadism/Masochism… and more).

They look sort of like this, but the one I go to is much bigger, with several rooms, each one specializing in a different kink or piece of apparatus.

Anyway, I went wearing my most luscious leather corset with all sorts of belt connections, black thigh high stockings, my highest black stilettos… and no panties. I wanted to tease the shit out of the subbies.

I had one of my subbie girlfriends, Paula, ready to play with me. We’d spent the week before negotiating the Scene in email and over the phone. She is a most delicious woman who weighs, conservatively, about 240 pounds. I love playing with larger women; they often can play hard (swoon) and I love to play hard.

Even still, I always play with a Safeword. BDSM Safewords are a crucial part of my playing.

I cuddled with my subbie bottom for a few minutes before our Scene, letting her know she was safe, that I would watch carefully that she would not be permanently damaged, either physically or emotionally. I find it crucial to check in during all segments of a Scene… from negotiation through pre-Scene, during the entire Scene itself and then during Aftercare when the Scene is completed.

Connecting Through Spanking

I led Paula to the wooden spanking bench. Happily, it is one specifically made for larger folks (as many in the real life Scene are) and she fit perfectly on it with room to spare. She was totally naked, and her luscious ass presented to me in all its fleshy glory. I attached her wrists to the far side, still allowing her to grab the handles made for the bottom. I gently nudged her thighs apart and then hooked the leather restraints onto her ankles. She was now my captive audience.

Throughout connecting her to the bench, I lovingly touched her arms, stroked her curly blonde hair, ran my hands down her back and then paid special attention to her fucking awesome ass and thighs.

I played the Scene out in my head, preparing myself mentally, while I imparted, psychically, my wishes for a safe and awesome Scene.

One more time, I checked in with Paula, making sure she was comfortable and thanked her for giving herself… and her body… for my pleasure.

Good Girls Get a Spanking, Too

As most do, I started with my hand. The hand can get a gauge for the sensitivity of the flesh. I start with sliding my hand over the areas to be spanked/paddled/cropped, beginning the process of sensation play. Patting at first, then a tad harder, rubbing gently again, then starting to smack the bottom… smack. Rub. Smack. Rub. Butt cheeks, then the thighs. Randomly moving around.

Once she started to pink up… a lovely blush color… I changed implements and picked up my large wooden hairbrush that I love to play with.

I’d tested dozens of hairbrushes before finding one that fit my hand perfectly. This one felt like an extension of my arm.

Going Deeper Into the Spanking Scene

I checked in with Paula, and she was still pretty chatty and feeling fine. So I went on.

I smacked her a good sting, and she yelped her surprise. I chuckled and then rubbed her bottom with the back of the brush, smooth and cool. Patted her again, then smack, hard and quick. I quickly fell into a sweet rhythm of pats, hard smacks, then increasingly, hits… sometimes in the same spot… and just when she expected it in the same place again, I moved to a completely different area. I concentrated on her luscious bottom, but also played down lower on her thighs.

(How do I know she expected it in the same place if we weren’t talking? I could feel where she was in her mind/body; no words were necessary. Later, when we were talking about it, she validated exactly what I thought I felt during the Scene. That möbius strip effect at play.)

Throughout the spanking, I checked in with dear Paula, making sure she was doing well, was still a GREEN for continuing and then I would stroke her gently, sometimes kissing her on her cheek before heading back to the other, plumper, end.

Once Paula’s butt and thighs were sufficiently warmed up… as the lovely red glow demonstrated… I went to the implement tray and chose my favorite impact toy: the cane.

Part Two: The Caning