Recursively Kinky

A friend of mine came from out of town to visit me for a bit and to go to the Floating World in New Jersey. He is from the middle of the country (from which I came).

I made him cry tonight. It was rather neat. We came back to my apartment - currently empty of my roommates and of my primary partner (he is off at burning man). We'd been talking about how floating world went, (he got some great play there (I didn't, but damn did I have a good time)). It shifted to a discussion of our takes on kink. We agreed on a great many points and I realized, that, damn, did I want to hurt him. And I realized, hey, he might want that too! So we negotiated, something we both find new and scary in its way. Prior to this our play has been either very very light (a little scratching or biting) or it's been me co-topping him with his Domme back in the place from which he came.

I flogged him, I pulled his hair, I called him a dirty little slut, and I looked him straight in the eyes as he cried, knowing that he loved it, that it was what he truly wanted to hear. I made him beg for me to hit him, because he loved, because he deserved it, because it is wrong. I put him in front of a mirror, and told him to watch himself as I hit him, so he could look into his own eyes like I had.

I made him wait for the next blow of the flogger. I waited until I felt like I'd waited enough and at that point I waited just a little more, he literally shook with anticipation. It was neat.

Good God I'm glad aftercare was negotiated. Apple cider is a good thing.

Perhaps you noticed something about this scene, it has a bit of recursion in it.

He wants to be punished. This makes him a dirty little slut. Dirty little sluts ought to be punished. He enjoys the punishment. This makes him a dirty little slut ...

Recursion is part of my kink - and it is the title of this blog.