Last Saturday, my Domme was invited to a private party. She immediately asked if it was ok if I came too and was told by all means yes. I was excited to go to another private party, this one at someone's house. We met for dinner before the party and had a great time discussing "rings and things and fine array" which set the tone for an extremely relaxing evening.
We got to the house and I helped bring in the equipment and toys for the evening. I have grown fond of actually serving Her in a wide variety of ways beyond the scenes. Prior to leaving home She had suggested I bring a pillow because She wanted me to sit at Her feet and felt a pillow would be more comfortable for me. I liked that idea too as it is an honor to sit at Her feet and be ready to serve Her as She needed.
When all the equipment was in I went to Her and She asked for one of Her bags, which I brought to Her. She reached in and brought out the collar She made for me. I was thrilled and went right to my knees as She showed it to me, classy black on the outside but purple representing Her on the inside. It was very elegant which is how She is in my mind. I know how much effort She put in it and that means so much more to me than one She might have purchased for me. I knelt before Her and She placed it around my neck sealing my relationship as Hers. I have been Hers for several weeks when She presented me with a collar She purchased that barely fit and was not very comfortable, but was gratefully received by me as I was overjoyed to accept Her offer of being Hers. This collar, however, said much more than that first one, as it was made by Her hands. It is the ultimate honor; to be collared in a collar crafted for me by Her hands was beyond special. Thank you Ma'am, I was deeply touched.
The atmosphere at the party was extremely relaxed as we all talked and got to know each other better. There were a few things that helped make it so relaxed. First, the atmosphere the hosts of the party set, was very relaxed. There was no hurry; it was very pleasant conversation as we all got to know each other better. Second, before the party my Domme and I discussed what type of scene we were going to try depending on the setup of the house. If it was feasible She was going to give me an OTK Spanking with a brush She purchased for the occasion. Thirdly, She had asked me to write about the scene before it happened so She could understand my mindset as to how I thought about this type of scene. She was very clear to let me know I was not writing a script of how I wanted the scene to go and to not expect it to go anything like what I wrote. Lastly, when we came in She quickly discovered a chair there that She felt was ideal for OTK, so while I was anxious about it before we got there, shortly after arrival it was clear I was going to get my first OTK Spanking.
As we started chatting She asked me to get Her a few things, which I was delighted to do. I was also very happy to sit at Her feet while we all talked. She loves to pull my hair and repeatedly did to remind me to whom I belonged. She also delighted in grabbing my collar and pulling me closer. I cherish both sensations affirming I am indeed Hers. Shortly after we arrived a couple set up on the cross there and began to play. They moved to a table when finished and proceeded to begin fire play. After a bit of fire play the Top decided, and the bottom consented to do some blood cupping. They asked my Domme if She could apply some needles to facilitate the cupping. I was directed to get Her needle kit and helped Her by presenting Her with the needles. I am not a person that enjoys needle play and blood much, but for some reason I was ok with this scene.
After the needles were in place we sat back down and resumed conversation. Then out of nowhere She told me it was time to strip to my underwear. I immediately complied and was soon in my shorts and socks. She had taken Her spot in the chair She liked and motioned for me to lie across Her lap. I obeyed Her command and felt Her pull down my underwear. For some reason that made it real. I got a little tense waiting for Her to begin. She told me that She wasn't ready because She needed Her brush. I stood up leaving my underwear at the point where She had set it and went to get the brush. I returned and presented it to Her and resumed my position across Her lap. I wasn't exactly sure what I would feel, but I immediately felt remorse for the few "checks" I had written that She was about to cash on my bottom. First I felt Her hand rise up and fall hard on my naughty butt. It was soon followed by a several more stinging strokes. Next I felt the cool wood back of the brush being rubbed over my cheeks, that sensation was replaced right behind it with the sensation of the bristles being run over my freshly warmed up bottom.
That sensation shocked me, as I hadn't considered it. I was across Her knee and felt an arm across my back securing me in place while She brushed my skin with the rough bristles. It was not a pleasant feeling yet not totally unpleasant either...yet. The spanking then began in earnest as She raised the brush and brought it down on my butt. I had handled the brush and it was very light in my hands, so I wondered just how painful it could be. I will tell you it was very painful. The first smack registered an "Oh fuck" in my brain. She proceeded to spank the same spot 3 more times in a row spank, spank, spank. I whimpered and wondered just exactly how much of this can I take. She found a spot on my other cheek spank, spank, spank, spank in exactly the same place made me cringe and raise my body, just a bit, off Her lap.
