Switch Blade

I was guarded at first. Literally putting my arm against the wood as if to create a challenge.  I couldn’t help myself.  I am a true switch and that dominant in me may be overwhelmingly strong when it doesn’t feel relaxed.

Then all at once the dynamic changed.  I can’t explain it.  Was it a look?  A touch? What little lingerie I was wearing coming off? I don’t know. I only know that my body relaxed and I was putty in his hands.  Everything around me shut down.  I could hear the music but I couldn’t.  I sensed the people but it was as if we were the only people in the dungeon.  I could feel the sting of the flogger, the sharp point of his knife, and the sting of his slap but they felt like a gentle massage as he worked my body.

I wasn’t emotionally prepared for that kind of intensity. I wasn’t prepared to open myself up like that to a stranger.   Sometimes we need to go there even when we aren’t prepared.  That is just part of the journey and fighting it is futile.   I broke so many barriers that evening – physically, mentally and emotionally.

The only questions is what barriers have yet to be broken?

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx


I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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