Naked, whipped lady for Open up your eyes and realise

Open up your eyes and realise.

Naked, whipped lady for Open up your eyes and realise

Sometimes something happens that opens your eyes to whole new train of thought. When you realise why something isn’t working quite right. One such moment occurred during my first session with Pie. A man I met through Alt when I lived in Dorset during the first time that Sir was out of contact, following his accident. We had kept in touch as friends on Fetlife over the years that followed and then, when the dust had settled from DrS and I was needing some kind of kinky release we started to discuss meeting.

I did my research.

Being part of the wider scene meant that I had more people I could check in with about his reputation. Everyone I asked said he had been safe with them. He’d learnt as much as he could beforehand and came up with a highly detailed scene plan. This they had been asked to agree to.

It started with a call, to verify each other, and we swapped details so I could find him, he knew where I was and I would have a safety call that would have his number too. B was asked to be on hand so I could call when I got there, and check in again early evening, and again later in the evening. Then (as I was sleeping in the spare room)Β  when I had left in the morning.

Time to nail down the detail!

I had been cleansing for years, but he has a huge fetish for enema play. We decided that this would be a good starting point. It didn’t take long to realise I wanted to explore my interest in watersports, pain and have plenty of orgasms. I knew the safewords I would use and the way the day would play out.Β  Everything had been discussed, negotiated and planned. On paper it all worked, and we had a very satisfying session of cleansing, impact and subspace, but those orgasms wouldn’t come. Until the following morning when I held my wand to my clit and he used a cat on my thighs and breasts.

I realise there were a number of reasons for this.

The first being that all of the excitement had been planned out of the scene. I will be forever grateful that he took such care over our first play session together. However, it led me to understand that what I want and need out of play is variable, depending on who I am with. There was also a surprising imbalance in our expectations, something that hadn’t been discussed pre-scene.

What would I call him?

We had enjoyed the enema play, and I was feeling suitably relaxed, and filled (with a generous plug) then I was taken to the spanking bench and restrained. Then he started the flogging and asked me a question. I don’t remember what it was but the answer included his name. He became quite menacing at that point, came closer and said “Yes please…what?” and I repeated myself, not realising what the issue was. “Yes please Sir” he barked at me.

Now, at this point I lifted my head and the blindfold came off.

Meeting his eyes I shook my head and stated “I can’t call you that, I wouldn’t mean it and I don’t say things I don’t mean”. I remember watching him inhale deeply, digesting what he was hearing. It was then that we both realised we had missed this part out of our discussions, and I would not budge. He took it well (I guess it was either that or play would end) and we agreed that I would call him by his initial. He still signs off text messages in this way to this day. The rest of the impact session was exactly what was needed. I was marked and my skin was singing. I felt alive, energised, sparkly.

And when I was floating six inches above the bench, becoming incoherent… He released me, guided me to the sofa in his lounge, and covered me in a blanket. Bringing me a glass of water, a cup of tea and the apple from my requested aftercare items. When I was able I called B and then we ordered Indian takeaway, watching a film while we ate. Soon after I took myself to bed and had the kind of deep sleep that follows intense pain scenes. The following morning I was woken with a Doxy in my hand and a request to make myself cum which he beat me. Then he pissed on my welts before I showered and took myself off to a rope munch. Sharing my marks with good friends as we tied with each other.

So what was my defining moment?

I had always assumed that I was a submissive, 100% submissive and that to be better I should be able to submit to everyone I trust. True, I had spent many months exploring kink without submission in a public setting, but this was either in part of a dynamic of sorts, or with friends to explore different sensations. I still thought that to be a proper submissive I had to match the expectations of the dominant in a private scene. I had felt uncomfortable with this with MS, and H, the submission was missing. But the masochism remained.

I had been with Pie less than 3 hours when I realised that I was purely a masochist playing with a sadist. I wasn’t engaging in power exchange. What was happening with Pie was different. And just like that I knew that I wasn’t a bad submissive because I couldn’t submit to just anyone.

Submissive me thrives on the control Sir can exact over me, I don’t know anyone else who has that skill. And while masochist me is always happy when His control involves pain that isn’t a vital part of our dynamic. What is important to me is his enjoyment and so I try very hard to fulfill his desires.

But for others… I just want to safely indulge in the receiving of pain. I need to know that they are enjoying it, and trust and friendship will strengthen this, but it is a one dimensional exchange of energy.

I’m a submissive masochist rather than a masochistic submissive.

And with that realisation I found a peace in my kinks in a way I didn’t realise that I needed.


Open up your eyes and realise was first published on A Leap of Faith.


  1. I found this fascinating and get it too – surely to submit completely you must find the right person who can exert that power over you. I can not see how it could possibly happen with all people that you choose to play with. It seems with CST you are both being able to enjoy games you are both into rather than it being a complete dynamic.
    Expectations – I hadn’t thought about that but these well may differ – I can apply that to my life for sure
    May x

    1. This was late 2017 and it surprises me how naive I was, even that recently. While he and i are still good friends our play relationship was fairly short lived. (4 months I think, but I will get there soon)

      I started to understand that the more we understand our own expectations the easier it is to communicate what we want and need. That gest easier with practise for sure!

  2. That is so interesting. You now have me wondering whether I am a submissive masochist or a masochistic submissive, as I always said I am a submissive and I am a masochist. I tend to think I lean more to being a masochistic submissive though.
    ~ Marie

    1. I think, for me, its the ratio. I have a number of sadistic friends who are amazing and we play nicely together. But i only have one outlet for my submission which also includes masochistic play. (When he likes to include that)

      This is why labels are so confusing! I learn more through submission, or lack of it… but I have more opportunity to indulge my masochism. Confuddling x

  3. This was really interesting to read. What did you find of the enema? How does it even work? Like when stuff comes out? I can never envision how it would work for play!

    Your realisation that maybe you don’t have to be by definition serve everyone to be a good submissive is interesting. Strangely enough I never had that idea. Maybe because I feel very much incapable to serve a lot of people lol

    1. It was more that I felt if I trusted someone enough to cause me the pain I need why would I not be able to give them my submission. I have never had that need to submit to everyone that identifies as a dom and shows up in my inbox. πŸ˜‰

      For me personally I will always expel in private. I think people find it humiliating to have another insert the tube and fill them but i found it to be a bonding exercise. (Much like rope is often good for connection) but i found it quite relaxing if uncomfortable. I have been cleansing myself for years so it was just the volume, and the fact someone else was there so I could lay down and chill out while he checked the temperature and surroundings.

  4. More than one defining moment in this post πŸ™‚
    It’s great when you find a person who changes you and defines who you are, just by being themselves. The expectations part really sticks with me, I don’t think enough people ask others what they expect to receive out of a scene, or dynamic.
    Thanks for sharing!

    1. I think that by this point I was starting to get down to the nitty-gritty-N. I hadn’t realised my strength yet, but this weekend developed an interesting friendship, and gave me evidence that I could make myself heard mid-scene. He was surprised, thats for sure.
      I’m glad you enjoyed reading this one x

    1. It was an interesting way to learn. And a surprise realisation for us both. I think he has probably added “what shall we call each other” to his long list of pre-scene questions. 😁

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