So, it finally happened. After planing for almost three months. All those fantasies. The beautiful stories in bdsmlibrary. Begging F. to let me do it. To make me do it. Learning about it. Getting ready for a day I knew would really arrive, but not when.

Sunday I was crucified.

Just typing the words makes me shiver. (And get wet again.) Oh, the pain! The pleasure. The sheer improbability, impossibility, the madness of it. I took Monday off just to recover. I look at my wrists and stare at my body in the mirror and part of me still can not believe it. I have had intense, even extreme sessions before, but this is a totally different... what do I call it? It was not a game, or a stage, it was just something that blows my mind, has changed my life *grins*, even though my body feels like it was passed through a meat grinder. I am so happy!