Real Stories - May 2005

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The experience was both liberating and satisfying. I felt pride in having not only let my guard down, but also awakening at unleashing a part of her psyche that even she was unaware of. I thought it was both healthy and pleasurable for her to know that this option of disciplining me was available to her, whether she chose to use it for sensual reasons or to genuinely discipline me for a wrongdoing. I also took satisfaction from knowing that she now knew that I accepted her in all her moods, and that she had absolute freedom to be a total bitch if her whims suggested. I felt like I had given her a gift, and had the satisfaction of both giving and seeing the gift well-received and used. The bruises and welts were something I was proud of, and I admired them. The next morning I took Anna to breakfast at the local restaurant. Smirking from across the table, she asked me if I was having any trouble sitting. I replied that I was, but that my discomfort was temporary and that the growth in our relationship was permanent.

As our relationship grew and Anna became more comfortable with experimentation, she became more bold. Eventually, Friday evenings (and occasionally Wednesday evenings and Sunday afternoons) became my discipline times.