Umbral Echoes
09-15-2008, 09:50 AM
Friday night at 1763, I had the experience of topping with someone else at the same time, for the first time ever. The other top was Dream, and needless to say she was much more experienced than I. She had her bag of toys and tricks, I had only the tools that I was born with -- hands, nails, teeth, tongue. Which happen to be my favorite tools of all.
I have no idea how long the scene lasted. The bottom was new, and since Dream was the more experienced player (and had all of those wonderfully cruel little toys), I let her take the lead. We put the girl in cuffs, attached her to a suspension rack in the whip room, and cranked it up. She wasn't quite on her toes, but close.
What followed was an eternity of agony and ecstasy for that poor, lucky girl. Dream and I circled around her like a pair of sharks coming in for the kill. I bit her. And scratched her. And slapped her and spanked her and choked her. All the while, Dream was working her own particular magic. Pinching, and prodding, and clamping, and whipping. As she'd yank off a clamp, Dream would breathe out, "Oooh, ouch... that one hurt, didn't it?" Or as she was about to inflict something particularly painful, she would say, "Take a deep breath." Then she would pause for a moment, to let it sink in... and then came the pain.
At one point, Dream told her, "Hold your breath. Don't breathe at all -- I'll know if you do." And then she yanked off a clamp. The girl drew a hissing breath in through clenched teeth.
I said, "Ooh, looks like she didn't follow instructions. We'll just have to do that again until she gets it right." I bit her. And she panted. Dream reattached the clamp. And she whimpered, just barely audible. But the next time it came off, she held her breath. Her jaw clenched, her muscles tensed as the pain crashed through her, her diaphragm spasmed, her body begged her to allow it to cry out. But she held firm. I was so proud.
The girl took it all well. Never once did she call out "yellow" or "red," so obviously Dream knew well how to read her. I've talked to her since about the experience, and she said that there wasn't anything that was done to her that night that she wouldn't want done again. And again. And again. I think this one is going to end up being quite the good little pain slut. I'm pretty sure she was close to climaxing several times as we were working her over, in fact. And from my end, I had a hell of a fun time manipulating her body, making her jump and squirm and writhe and moan. I also learned a lot, and the experience of co-topping wasn't awkward in the least, as I was concerned it might be in the beginning.
I have no idea how long the scene lasted. The bottom was new, and since Dream was the more experienced player (and had all of those wonderfully cruel little toys), I let her take the lead. We put the girl in cuffs, attached her to a suspension rack in the whip room, and cranked it up. She wasn't quite on her toes, but close.
What followed was an eternity of agony and ecstasy for that poor, lucky girl. Dream and I circled around her like a pair of sharks coming in for the kill. I bit her. And scratched her. And slapped her and spanked her and choked her. All the while, Dream was working her own particular magic. Pinching, and prodding, and clamping, and whipping. As she'd yank off a clamp, Dream would breathe out, "Oooh, ouch... that one hurt, didn't it?" Or as she was about to inflict something particularly painful, she would say, "Take a deep breath." Then she would pause for a moment, to let it sink in... and then came the pain.
At one point, Dream told her, "Hold your breath. Don't breathe at all -- I'll know if you do." And then she yanked off a clamp. The girl drew a hissing breath in through clenched teeth.
I said, "Ooh, looks like she didn't follow instructions. We'll just have to do that again until she gets it right." I bit her. And she panted. Dream reattached the clamp. And she whimpered, just barely audible. But the next time it came off, she held her breath. Her jaw clenched, her muscles tensed as the pain crashed through her, her diaphragm spasmed, her body begged her to allow it to cry out. But she held firm. I was so proud.
The girl took it all well. Never once did she call out "yellow" or "red," so obviously Dream knew well how to read her. I've talked to her since about the experience, and she said that there wasn't anything that was done to her that night that she wouldn't want done again. And again. And again. I think this one is going to end up being quite the good little pain slut. I'm pretty sure she was close to climaxing several times as we were working her over, in fact. And from my end, I had a hell of a fun time manipulating her body, making her jump and squirm and writhe and moan. I also learned a lot, and the experience of co-topping wasn't awkward in the least, as I was concerned it might be in the beginning.