The human body is a very interesting thing. You can punish it in certain ways and it will take quite a beating and bounce back very quickly but if you do other things, even very slight things, you can do irreparable damage, very quickly.
A week after my most recent beating, there is very little left to show for it:
(I was just about to get an attitude-adjustment paddling when this pic was taken.)
And a bit closer with some post-paddling pink:
Most of the bruises are yellowing and there’s not even a twinge.
Master walloped me for over half an hour with an assortment of implements and afterwards I could barely sit down. There were big lumpy masses of broken blood vessels beneath the skin and it was stinging like I had little paper cuts all over my botty. Three days later I wasn’t feeling any pain and it had already begun to heal. If he had been hitting me anywhere else though, the story would have been quite different.
So much of kink is about toeing the fine line between ouchie good and ouchie bad. While beating someone’s botty is not very edgy, you could theoretically do some real damage if you happened to have shitty aim. Also with rope, put it in the right place and your nerves are happy, put it in the wrong place and you can suffer nerve damage that may or may not heal. The same can be said for just about everything. And that’s why you need to know what you’re doing.
/community service announcement about safety
I posted a little piece of writing to fetlife last week after the play party in an effort to explain how I differ from most other slaves/subs/bottoms. When I’m played with, I stay silent and still and that apparently freaks out a lot of people. We had several people watching us play who started saying voicing concerns for my well-being and someone even came up to me in a break between implements and wanted to know if I was ok and if I needed my hand held (yeah…no.)
For some people, having the biggest, most over-the-top reactions to stuff is part of how they enjoy play. For me, if I can manage to stay stock-still and not make a sound, then it’s been a good session.
I know a lot of tops enjoy a good hearty reaction and sometimes I’m sorry that I can’t give them one, but there’s just something in me that wants to take the challenge and for some reason, giving a reaction feels akin to having failed.
I guess if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the alternative lifestyle, it’s that even if you think you’re weird, there’s always someone a lot weirder.
Today also signals the end of week one of No Excuses November! My exercise tally for the week was as follows:
Sunday – Body combat
Monday – Body combat
Friday- 1hr15min power walk
Saturday-Flygym fusion (pilates, yoga, strength training)
I’ve started taking some aerial fitness classes using the flygym which differs from the aerial yoga silks in that it’s stretchy material and you have additional slings for your legs and straps for your hands. I’m doing an all aerial class on Tuesday night so that should be fun and I’ll see how Peter Pan-ish/Cirque Du Soleil I can get (I’m estimating not very…lol)
I’ve also got a pilates/dance/boxing class that you do with weighted gloves called Piloxing to go to next week just to keep things interesting. Every picture I see about it has this blonde chick instructor and her plastic smile has me worried.
Feel free to come and join the No Excuses November (at least 30mins of exercise everyday- no excuses!) if you haven’t already and I will wave my pom poms furiously in your direction.