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    Half angel, Half mess
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    Your favorite BDSM session

    Share you favorite encounter, now I know seasoned perverts such as yourself play a lot and have lots of memories to choose from, but admit it there is always that „one“ with a certain edge over all the others…
    When I'm good I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.

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    Half angel, Half mess
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    My „favourite“ session came about after I posed that stupid question „How are you going to use spanking for punishment if I like it even when I dont, ?“ In defense of my sanity I would just like to say that for the longest time he has been my only source (so what he didn't tell me, I didn't know) and for some demented reason I have always liked playing with fire .

    We were playing heavily that week and this particular session came two days after the aforementioned conversation. He tied tied me standing, my arms pulled up to the ceiling.
    Then he seduced me, silently, touching me, building unbearable suspense. Using only the chemistry between us to dominate me. Then he finger fucked me, until I came.

    For a man who works gazillion hours a week he sure has his selection of hobbies, some of which are reading psychology books, savate (13 years) and kenjutsu master of 25 years. As a result he has an impressive katana and shinai (bamboo sword used for practice in kenjutsu) collection. By making me come, he ensured I had the full benefit of pain without turn on curbing it.
    Then he caned me with shinai for about 20 times or so. By the time he finished I was beside myself, feeling and not feeling pain at the same time. I thought that my ass was shredded.
    As it turns out, "asshole" didn't even break skin, let alone drawn blood. Apparently "its all in the wrist", .
    I felt it for days, but perversely thats my favourite memory. Something about that moment was so charged that it was more powerful then an orgasm. And there is also a sense of pride for testing my own limits and surviving it.
    When I'm good I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.

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