I Never Had A Thing For It, Until I Experienced It

Early August 2012, I am particularly nervous on this day. Not because I am knowingly going to receive bastinado, but because I am off to see a Pro Domme to try and work out if I am a masochist or a bottom. I didn't know quite what to expect other than knowing I would need to be naked in front of this complete stranger.

Fast forwarding through a number of things we did, I am lying on a red table (it did have a number of straps, but they were not in use). She had just finished removing wax from my chest and nipples. She goes and gets a cane from behind me, as she walks back past me with the cane I look at it and gulp a little. Bastinado is not what I am expecting still, I was expecting her to ask me to get up and get into a more suitable position for a traditional caning.

She moves to my feet and asks me if I know what a foot caning is called (we were not using any protocol and I was free to speak as I liked, none of the yes Mistress, no Mistress stuff you get in ****). At the point I couldn't quite remember what it was called, so she told me and made a slight joke that it was called bastinado as it hurts like a bastard.

I lift my feet up as told and try to keep them level as advised so one foot doesn't take most of the pain. She starts using the cane, I wasn't counting but it caused a stinging pain sensation. After a while she puts her arm under my ankles as I was struggling to keep my feet up due to the pain. She starts hitting my again, this time harder. I didn't think I could take much more when she finally stopped. It was at this point I realise the palms of my hands were covered in sweat.

I thought she had gone off to get a larger cane, my mind even thought it was a bigger one when she came back into view from behind me. It was the same one she was just cleaning it.

That was it, there was no more bastinado and I have yet to experience it since.
plesto plesto
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1 Response Jun 7, 2013

Ouch!