Over the past two weeks Herne has been learning about me as I have him, and I am learning things about myself in the process. Tonight he grabbed my nipples hard, really hard and I basically winced and said “jesus that fucking hurts”. He smiles and says, “I was hurting them alot more the other night”. I thought he was joking until he reminded me about mentioning how wonderful it would be to pierce them and how needles could be fun … ugh me hatez needles.

Me, well I was a little stunned as the other night we had been playing for a while and when he grabbed them and squeezed them I had felt nothing, no pain like tonight. It got me thinking about the different levels of pain I have been recieving and the states of mind they put me in. It’s almost a foreign feeling to me how pain can put me in such a state that after a while something that would hurt on a random whim wouldn’t after a while of play, how the body adjusts and processes pain in different states of self.

Tonight Herne decided that for this weeks HNT we would put some purdy cane marks on my butt, and the build up to it had been intermittent throughout the day, little reminders here and there. My body was in a state of being on edge and waiting. A few days ago we had played with a green bamboo cane, rather whippy and as he explained tonight when we were talking, it had quite a bit of give. I had commented after tonights session that the new cane he had used tonight was alot different and fucking hurt alot more than the green cane and he explained the difference between the two.

My ass recieved a few whippy’s from the green cane and by that stage after having wax, clothespins and a hell of alot of yummy biting and hair pulling and spanks, it didn’t hurt as much as it did the other night. He explained I had no warm up last time and pointed out the difference which I understood. The new one however caused me to curse like a banshee, the word fuck seemed to come out after every caning in various forms … older bamboo, no give and coated with an evil plastic, the afterburn from that one being rather intense. Very fucking stingy in fact … me hates that cane already.

What I have found out is I can take a hell of alot more intense type pain when I reach subbie space and things become a little blurry and I also discovered I quite like being caned lol. Or at least my body said so by the state of how fucking wet I was haha. Interesting night of mind boggling discovery.

I really need to get rid of the damn bamboo bush in the corner of my section …

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Well oooowwww fuck.

…if there was a cane i’d be running

wouldn’t show that to you unless you were in the cage…

:O

Canes, cages, spanking, dares, *sighs*

You are a bad, bad man with a rather deviant mind and I like it.

My masochistic tendencies are awakening.

The brat is feeling a little mischievious.

Teh cane is eeeeevil

*pout*

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