Under the Surface
Avah | November 12, 2007
I had one thing on my mind for Friday night’s orgy: I wanted a caning. I was so in the mood for pain. And I knew Boymeat was going to be there, so it was pretty much a sure thing.
The party was at Tyler’s in Brooklyn, and even though I left late, I was still the first to arrive. His sweet as pie girlfriend, Evangeline, let me in and we had some yummy hot chocolate as we talked. Wendy came next, and shortly after her, everyone else arrived en masse having all just come from the Modified Eros show.
I got so excited as all my favorite people started pouring in the room, including friends from camp! Ace was there as was Sammy and his girlfriend Laura, and Desire too! And then of course all my orgy friends!
I mingled for awhile talking to different people, not in any rush, and just enjoying spending time with my friends. I did my best as well to avoid Ace’s tickling advances, except that bitch Wendy fucking started it and pinned me down while the two of them tickled me as I shrieked and howled. Man, I hate being tickled!
Jocasta and Desire were having fun together with rope, and that was great to watch. Jocasta was doing herself up in a breast harness when Desire expressed interest in getting tied up. Miss Jo did a very nice job doing her up in a fancy body thing, and you better bet Desire looked great in it. Then next she showed Wendy how to do a rope harness for a strap-on. It’s always a fun night when the rope comes out.
I got my chance at a caning without even having to ask. Isn’t it great like that? Boymeat single-tailed the shit out of Eden’s back first that night, and after they were done, he took out a cane for me. Boymeat had me lay face down on a couch laying across Eden, with my head in Tyler’s lap and Boymeat sat on a stool above me. He started with a firm steady rhythm using one of his thicker canes and I quickly switched into a head space of concentrating on the pain.
I made sure to keep breathing as I focused on processing the pain. But fuck, it hurt. And, yeah, I liked it. Which Boymeat loves to rub in my face.
I soon started to break out in a light sweat, as is what happens with canings.
I cried out when it hurt; I sighed when it was bearable. My feet kicked when he tortured me by concentrating in the same spot.
We were aiming to get me to cum again, but I wasn’t so sure I was going to get there. The vibrations were pulsing right through me, but the pain wasn’t quite translating properly for that. Plus there was something just under the surface that I think was inhibiting me- I was really just in the mood to cry.
Boymeat was good though, he kept coming over and checking in on me.
Then he pulled out a stingier cane and started whacking on my back. Holy fuck. That shit hurt. It was like needles jabbing, or something like that. I don’t know, but it was intense.
Eventually we moved to the bedroom, a quieter place in hopes to get me off. Space was cleared on Tyler’s bed for me to lay down. Boymeat resumed his caning of me at a steady, easy pace with a nice thick cane. I thought I might be able to cum then, but Boymeat gradually picked up the intensity and I again started sailing on the pain. My foot tapped the floor in beat with the swinging of his cane as I moaned into mattress. I howled and squirmed as it got more and more difficult to bear.
He paused and kneeled next to me, pulling the curls out of my face. His hand was right next to mine and I started to reach for it.
“Here, take my hand,” he said moving it into mine.
He stroked my head a bit as my breathing slowed down to normal. I wanted to cry. It was right.there. But it just wasn’t breaking the surface.
“You didn’t have to stop,” I said, smiling at him. I had hoped that maybe just a little bit more was all I needed.
He gave me just a bit more, but still nothing.
He got underneath me on the bed and pulled out his cock for me to suck.
“Is this a thank you or a post-caning treat?” he asked me right before I took him in my mouth.
“Thank you?” I said unsurely.
He shook his head and guided my head down onto him. I blew him for a bit, moving from his cock to his balls.
“Damn my inability to cum in public,” he cursed.
Boymeat zipped himself up and I laid my head in his lap getting my after care as fingers went through my hair, tugging gently ever so often.
Eventually, I got up. I forget why exactly. I wandered around a little bit in a subspacey kind of daze, still feeling unfinished.
Towards the end of the night I propositioned Jefferson. I told him specifically I wanted him to rough me up. I had no opinion on how he did so, so he chose to clear off some of the kitchen table and bend me over it. He pulled out his flogger and hung it over his shoulder as he slapped my poor, sore ass.
I squirmed and screamed and his hand grabbed my hair to keep me firm against the table.
He took his flogger in hand and stepped back and started hitting me with it nice and hard. He aimed for my ass and back and I sighed and moaned on impact. I don’t know if a flogger really could ever make me cry.
All of the sudden I felt coldness wash over me as he poured water on my bottom half. He spanked and flogged me on top of it and it stung with the wetness. I squealed again as he poured the rest of the water on me and I started to shiver a bit as I got chilly.
I dragged Jefferson into the bedroom to fuck me next. We made out on the bed as he fingered my clit and got me off. I went down on him after and got him hard to fuck me. He grabbed a condom and pushed into me hitting my g-spot instantly. I groaned under him as he fucked me hard, pinning my arms down. I kept pulling him down to kiss me though. I kissed him roughly, biting on his lip and tugging on his hair and he sighed into my mouth, grabbing me tighter.
I pulled back from him and gave a sly smile.
“Baby,” I said to him.
“Yes, honey?”
“I need you to hit me.”
“Where?”
“Slap me,” I told him.
He nodded and straddled my hips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, tensing a bit. I love having my face slapped, but it still brings up a primal, visceral reaction that borders on fear.
He came on the left side first and within the next 10 seconds, I felt that emotion bubbling to the top. My jaw started to tremble and I was ready to let go. The heat built in my cheeks and I grabbed at Jefferson lightly, suppressing the urge to fight back. I whimpered as the slaps came in forceful succession and soon the tears started to form. He punched my chest with another hand and I flinched and tried to recoil.
He paused a moment, and I nodded my head in a silent affirmation for him to keep going.
He started again and very quickly I started to cry. Just as I needed. He stopped once I was able to let go and pulled me into him, holding me. I cried softly, my chest shaking as I breathed, and I assured Jefferson that I was ok.
“It’s not a bad cry,” I told him. As in, I wasn’t sad about anything, I was just feeling a little weepy.
“I know, baby. I trust you and you trust me, and we can do that for each other,” he replied kissing me.
We cuddled together quietly, but all too quickly, Eden came in to let Jefferson know his ride was starting to get ready to leave.
He left me for a few moments to get dressed, and I just stayed curled up on the bed, ready for sleep at that point. He cuddled me a little bit more once he was dressed and we both got up when all his crew were ready to head out. I hugged everyone goodbye, told Jefferson and Desire I’d see them the next afternoon when I would get Desire to head down to DC.
I thanked and kissed Boymeat and he told me next time he would drink more water. (*Sigh*)
Wendy and I got dressed and I tried to usher her out the door as quickly as possible. First to arrive and last to leave. And part 1 of the orgystastic weekend came to a satisfying conclusion.
