Conrad's Caning

By trishah

I've sort of been hibernating since The Sadist Dom moved back to California in June. I've been missing him terribly. But last week a good friend invited me to go with him to a play party and I decided to go. The party was last night.

Now, I don't play publicly. I mean, I have. But that was with The Sadist Dom because he had a way of insisting. **blinkety wink wink wink** But it's not my norm.

So we went to this party and I was pleasantly surprised to find that I knew many of the folks there. I adored the set up.....lots of play space, lots of "stations" and equipment. And a hot tub out back which was also the smokers paradise.

My friend and I were sitting on a bench along a wall, watching a Domme play music on two subs who were holding on to side by side crosses (that was *wonderful* to watch!) when a man came into the room. My friend said, "There's Conrad and his entourage."

I looked. Conrad is in his middle years, not tall, but handsome and with a certain presence. He was wearing a gorgeous lavender silk poet's shirt with huge billowing sleeves. I told my friend I wanted that shirt. He said that Conrad wears it all the time so he didn't think he'd give it up. And he proceeded to tell me about Conrad's caning abilities.

At first I just listened but my friend knows me well and knew that it had been a long time for me. He also knows that I don't just "play" with folks. My play is usually in a relationship. But still he went on about this guy's caning and suggested that I go tell Conrad I wished to "experience" his abilities first hand. We bantered back and forth about this for quite some time, my resolve weakening and my desire heightening with each quip.

So I gave in and went up to stand in the group surrounding this icon, Conrad, thinking to wait my turn for his attention. He was so busy that I chickened out and literally ran back to my friend, terribly embarrassed.

A few minutes later my friend gained Conrad's attention and over he came. We were introduced, with my friend making the overture for me. I am not usually a timid woman but I was almost paralyzed. **grin** A nice start. It seems that Conrad was interested and said he would be back in a bit.

Conrad was very gentle and understanding of my discomfort during our negotiations for this scene. He explains things thoroughly. His questions showed great respect for me and his desire to know of any problem areas he needed to avoid, both physical and mental. After a bit of this, though, I told him I was boringly normal and there simply weren't any. *laughing*

One thing did come up because of his thorough questioning, though. And it's an interesting point. It seems that he's been a sensation player for a hundred years but has just been involving D/s into it for the last year or so. My experience has been the reverse, beginning with D/s and just recently involving more SM into it. We agreed to put D/s into this scene with him using it to experiment.

He then said, "Lose the clothes." Now, this is a small sentence. But for me, the world stopped. arg. Naked. In front of a kazillion people. I am not fond of this. He doesn't know it. I batten down the hatches and lose the clothes. As I lie down on the bench, I admit my discomfort to him. He tells me about people and skin and bodies. I can't say I was really listening, but it did relax me.

So did how he began. He interestingly began with a hands on massage. My back, my bottom, my thighs, my calves, feet. He rubbed and jiggled and tapped with the outside edge of his hands. It felt wonderful. And he explained as he did it how he wanted me to relax and about breathing properly and lots of stuff. Of course, I just wanted him to hit me...**grin**

While he was doing this I told him about The Sadist Dom and it turns out that Conrad knew him! He'd played at TSD's house in LA a while back. I felt more comfortable than ever.

Then he began tapping with a cane. I could feel that it was one of those light, very stingy ones.....the kind I always tell people I'm not fond of. He tapped and tapped me all over. Then there were harder taps but still, they were only taps. He used his hands as he caned me. Running his hand down my back, over my bottom, holding my leg, stuff like that. As the taps intensified, he would occasionally run his whole arm over my back. Now I know why he wears a silk poet's blouse all the time! That sensation is wonderful! He began learning my body and it's responses.

He'd arranged the bench so he could access me from both sides. I noticed the first time he switched sides, but not after that. I think he used a sheep skin thingie on a stick, too, to stroke me. He moved me to a place where I wasn't thinking about my responses anymore. But I know my bottom was coming up, my back arching. He would grab my neck or shoulder and hold it firmly and cane. Or grab my hair, pulling my head back (oh god!) and my bottom would come up and he'd cane harder and faster. I still can't say any of this hurt, except for certain spots that he seemed to like and concentrated on. I think they call them "sweet spots". **grin** He caned the inside of my thighs, sometimes holding my leg apart when I tried to close them. He caned the edge of the crevice between my cheeks, too. But how could he not with me lifting my bottom, offering it so sweetly. **groan**

Then he whispered to me, "I want you to take some deep breaths now." And I knew he was going to hit me. And he did. And it hurt. And it was wonderful!

He took a couple of breaks when he thought I was getting too excited. During one of these, we talked about how my wires are crossed...*laughing* He has an interesting theory about how most people have separate wires for sexual stuff and wires for D/s stuff and wires for SM stuff. And sometimes a couple of those wires cross in folks. He seems to think it's not too often that all of those wires are connected in a person, and I am one of those. It's **all** connected for me. D/s is sensual, SM is sexual, sex needs to be D/s and SM makes it delicious. I think he had a good time knowing he was making me wetter than hell, too.....

At one point he also mentioned that my responses were not those of an inexperienced person but that my skin was. I was amazed that he could tell that I'd not played in a very long time by my skin, though I have heard and believe that it makes a difference.

Towards the end, he brought out an African Sjambok. I like thud more than sting so he tapped me with it a few times and I said it felt great. He got this gleam in his eye and said he wasn't finished yet. There came three good strokes, each with his admonishment to "breath". They hurt. He does this wonderful thing of just doing nothing after a good stroke to give you time. It's lovely. Then he said that he was an aesthetic kind of guy and needed to give me one more to "make it symmetrical" and that was the hardest stroke. He told me it was a medium. *groan*

We talked some more and then I got dressed. I'm not too sure what we talked about, though...**laughing** I felt wonderful! It didn't hurt to sit, either. Endorphins! I think he enjoyed himself and I'm sure I did. I didn't get to meet Margaret but I enjoyed one of her truffles...mmmmm!

When I got home and pulled my jeans off, there was a little place that stuck to my bottom where I was seeping a little blood. Boy, my skin is really out of shape! But the colors are starting to show and it's lovely. **huge grin** And yes, sitting this morning is done a bit gingerly. All in all, I highly recommend Conrad if you wish to experience a good caning. But you have to get in line behind me. *laughing*

trishah, the well caned cheeky one.


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