Feeling the eyes.

Whump, whump, whump, whump.

Time tends to slow down when you are in the moment. Everything seems to be in high definition and the only things that matter are the sensations. The sound and wind created by the dual floggers cutting through the air, the scent of sweat and leather, the feel of every impact sending vibrations through the body and the burn that penetrates every muscle from the exertion.

You can feel the eyes on you. The excitement in the air is like a drug. Addictive for an extrovert like myself.

With the beat of the music pumping through the club and influencing motion and impact, it swiftly turns into a dance. Erotic and sensual. This in turn attracts more eyes and the play becomes heavier. More visual. A performance to feed the spectators who are in turn feeding the extroverted desires.

By this point, the only way to stop the cycle is for the music to end. I am having too much fun.

Whump, whump, whump, whump.

With his arms raised and restrained to a Shibari ring that dangled from the ceiling, his back and shoulders are taking the majority of the beatings. Florentine style to be exact. Rash reddened and sore, he will bruise. But he too is being emotionally fed. Everyone is.

He raises his index fingers to the sky. Our prearranged signal that I am pushing beyond his threshold. I am oblivious to it. I know him and what he can take. The music had not stopped yet. He could endure. He ‘would’ endure. Limits are always best when at their extremities.

Now the thuds are louder than the music.

Whump… whump… whump… whump…

As the beat slows, so do the impacts. Breath is heavy. Sweat sheens the skin. The heat is comfortably uncomfortable as the world around phases back.

And then the music ends. I twirl the floggers to untangle them before clipping them to my waist. A spinning motion like a carousel. An elegant way to end. Aesthetically pleasing.

With a sure foot and gentle hip sway, I close the distance towards him to inspect the damage more closely. The skin looks tender. Tempting. Inviting. I gently run my claws down his neck and back. He shivers and groans at the sensation. A perfect finale.

With a short motion, I unclip his wrists and he slumps forward slightly. Drained. He turns, rests his head on my breast and I gently stroke the back of his neck. He had taken more punishment than originally intended. He deserved my gentler touch and aftercare. He had done exceedingly well.

Nothing needed to be said. Actions always speak far louder than any word. He attentively kissed my cheek. A “thank you”.

After a cigarette and a drink, maybe we would go at it again with a new song.

I do so love an audience.

Electrified.

His body convulsed on the St Andrews cross as my electrified claws ran over his nylon covered inner thigh. For some reason the nylon seemed to amplify the violet wands effect. I was enjoying it immensely.
“Minimal setting and already you squirm.” I said as I stood upright and leaned in closer for effect.
He relaxed briefly and leant forward to rest his head on my chest, forgetting that my entire body was electrified. He convulsed again as a blue spark from my collar bone hit him square on the forehead. I grinned slightly and watched his expressions with amusement.
“Clearly you paid little attention when I told you that my entire body would be coursing with electricity.”
“Sorry Mistress” he replied between gasping breaths.
“Perhaps you need a more ‘physical’ lesson. Verbal does not not seem to be your forte”
I slowly walked over to the violet wand generator and turned the dial up to its maximum setting. It began to hum angrily.
“I feel what you feel in this exercise” I said as I strolled slowly back over to where he was restrained. “and I think you are largely overreacting to a setting which is so minute that one can barely feel more than a tickle. If you want to convulse and jerk, I will give you a real reason to.”
I stood in front of him and slowly unzipped my top to expose my right breast. His eyes widened at seeing such a personal area of mine and he suddenly became transfixed. His breathing slowed as he gazed for a few moments before he turned his attention up at me, revealing a slight confusion in his eyes.
“I feel what you feel” I reiterated as I leaned in closer, purposely moving my own nipple towards his.
“watch for the pretty spark” I said as his eyes widened again in realisation of what I was about to do. He gasped and instinctively looked down to where our nipples were inevitably going to touch.