March-Opened Eyes

I remember March. March was the month when I first invited another to share pleasure with me. He was smart, lusty and had ginger hair, just like me. It was time in my life that I remember fondly and I feel that it set a good example of what sex could be like; slick, hard, tender, satisfying and intimate.  Of course, now I know it can be much more than all of that, but I still think it was a good foundation to start off with.

Now I am approaching another first for the month of March; KinkFest. My love and I went to  a leather tasting recently. They had stations for rope, boot blacking, sensation play, electrical stimulation, spanking, punching, flogging, caning, cell popping, play piercing and single tail whips. I didn't try it all. I started off with the sensation play, as a warm up. Then I followed along the theme of "something old (flogging), something new (play piercing), something borrowed (violet wand) and something blue (or rather red, which was the single tail).

It was exciting to get my feet wet. I met wonderful women who did terrible things that I really enjoyed. My cunt became slick, engorged and throbbing. I felt powerful in my choice to submit to these things. I felt powerful asking for what I wanted and receiving it. As I looked into my lover's eyes, I felt powerful, when the last strike from the flogger pushed me over the edge, my eyes rolling  up into my head and body shuddering as my orgasm flowed through. I felt slightly self conscious when my lover told the woman flogging me that I had cum on that last strike. She came and thanked me and I felt powerful again. It was like I had started on the path home.