I mentioned (in a gratuitous stab at including something ‘kinky) at the bottom of yesterday’s entry that I got face-slapped while we were away. To be precise, he slapped me several times and then backhanded me a few more, all the while holding the o ring on my collar tight so I couldn’t move my head away.
On the rare occasions that face-slapping makes its way onto the menu, it’s never particularly hard or bruise-inducing in anyway and this time was no exception. But for some reason it always induces a particular reaction in me.
‘You should of seen your face!‘ laughed Master in our post-face-slapping/ravishing debrief as we lounged around on the bed and I attempted to squirm out of the wet spot.
He was referring to, I think, the stunned mullet look I’d given him after hand had made contact with face. The look is a result of not only the physical jolt for me, but also the emotional jolt I get whenever he does something that for some reason just screams ‘abuse’ at me.
I don’t know what it is about the face-slap, but it’s still very taboo for me. Perhaps I’ve seen too many movies with domestic abuse victims sporting fat lips and a myriad of bruises across their face or maybe I just feel that the face is too much of a ‘public’ thing to be kinkified, but I know that any time my face becomes the target instead of another part of my body, I feel exceptionally uncomfortable.
And no, I’m not worried about what other people would think if there were marks or bruises on my face, and I’m not particularly vain about my looks in any way (If bags over the head became a fashion statement, I would soooo wear one!) I just find both the fantasy and reality hard to stomach.
In fact, I don’t even find anything done on the face to be particularly hot. Bruises which I’d be drooling about if they were anywhere else, make my blood run cold if they’re on the face. And I’m not sure if any of you saw that pic on Fetlife of that chick having her mouth sewn? Yeah, well….I just didn’t get what everyone thought was so hot about it. Of course, I have a lot of respect for anyone that does anything to do with needles or blades in general because they totally freak me out, but getting juicy from a pic with blood and needles on the face? Nope, not me.
Botty slap? Juice-inducing.
Face slap? Cringe-inducing.