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Whole body flogging

I've just uploaded a photo set which I associate with a lot of happy memories, in which D strings me up from a high timber beam on my tiptoes and whips me all over my body with the flogger.

Abducted, held captive in an echoing barn, Pandora is stripped naked, her wrists bound. Shivering, she waits. Sooner or later the man will visit her and take his pleasure, pressing her up against the wall. She does not know how long she's been here, but she's learned not to resist.

He strings her up from the ceiling on her tiptoes, and punishes her with the whip. She twists and struggles, unsteady. No part of her body is spared; he lashes her back, her buttocks, her thighs and stomach and breasts. Afterwards, she is made to kiss the whip as if thanking him.

She will be made to kiss other things, too. And in time, she will learn to feel truly grateful.

The flogger's thongs are square and leather, both stingy and heavy, with a vicious bite in the tips. Used on the back and buttocks it makes me jump, but on the sensitive skin of my tummy, sides and breasts it's unbearable.

Despite the pain, I loved every second of shooting this scene. Having enough height to be properly tied upright, with my arms and calves straining to support my weight, was utterly delicious, and left my naked body all the more vulnerable to D's attentions.

The mood was set when he strode across the barn, boots ringing on the wooden floorboards, to where I was waiting in the corner; hauled me up by my bound wrists and shoved me against the wall, one of his hands lifting and pinning my wrists and the other starting to explore my helpless body. His face was very close to mine, but he didn't say a word. My senses were filled by the weight and scent of his leather trenchcoat, the solidity of his clothed body pressing against my naked one, and what his free hand was doing.

It was very, very hot. Although we were playing with consent and pretending that I was unwilling, I was helplessly turned on throughout the shooting of Captive ... and I suspect D was too.

Photography by Roy Tersley

Interrogation

Today's update is one of my favourites of the scenes we've shot so far, and one of the edgiest. Darker and nastier than your usual spanking scene, this noir interrogation scenario includes struggling, stripping, bondage/takedown, groping, breast slapping and breath play as well as belt whipping. After all that, the belting needed to be fairly convincing, and it was. I'm not sure what I liked most: struggling on the floor with my wrists bound and D kneeling in the small of my back, or being tied down over a bar stool while he continued his work.

Shooting this was hot, hot, hot. D and I both enjoy this sort of violation roleplay, but are both a bit self-conscious to go for it in private most of the time. Taking photos offers us the perfect excuse to explore some of our darker fantasies.

Unlike many of my fantasies, this one is more or less context-free. It's an interrogation, and I think my interrogator might have sadistic impulses outside the strict remit of his brief (unless he's playing a very long game), but other than that, there's no back story to this one, no plot exposition. Like D's topping style, this scene moves from moment-to-moment, and is all the more intense for it.

There's a part of me that loves struggling, resistance and takedown, but my inner sub likes being a good girl too much to do it for fun most of the time. I love D in a long leather coat, and I love (and hate) the cold distance he establishes between us when he's taking me on a real rollercoaster ride. I love, love, love having one of his hands over my mouth while the other explores my body, and I love that he took me up on my old, filthy fantasy of having my head trampled into the floor with the sole of his boot.

Shooting this was exhilirating, a slow wordless dance following D's lead. I had no idea what was coming, although we'd talked about the appeal this sort of fantasy had for each of us before, and he knew what I was likely to enjoy. Roy Tersley, the Janus photographer we were shooting with, had no clue what he was in for and had just expected to be shooting some nice spanking scenes, so I hope we didn't upset him too much! It was rough, violent, cathartic and absolutely drenched in sexual tension. By the time we'd finished I was flushed with arousal, and more or less failing to pretend I hated it (this is a problem I often have with ravishment scenes!)

D and I took a moment to reconnect in the changing room, and before we really knew what was happening we were fucking right there on the dressing table. Turns out he'd found it just as hot as I had. It was one of the most raw, intimate, downright unprofessional moments I've ever had on a shoot - normally I manage to retain a modicum of self-control, no matter how much fun I'm having! - but it's also one of those precious memories which I think I'll look back on with a grin for the rest of my life.

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