Floating World #7-Getting Topped by Sexyhusband

Our last night at Floating World, I was ready to try something I'd had a lot of fear over since I'd gotten the positive pregnancy test--submission to Sexyhusband.  While I had found a new way to be submissive (we'll discuss it another time) the new way didn't involve pain, and I'm a pain submissive.  Specifically I like floggers, canes, sensation play, and rope bondage as a submissive. 

We had heard so much conflicting advice over what was and was not safe for pregnant women to do, it felt easier to just stop back in March.  It wasn't that much of an issue for several months as I fought back almost non-stop nausea and a huge drop in sex drive.  After all, if you don't even want to have sex, you certainly don't want to play BDSM games, which require more energy.  But about a month and a half ago, when my sex drive came roaring back I began to lust for pain, and to feel guilty. 

I felt guilty because what kind of selfish bitch am I?  Hadn't I heard that XY and Z MIGHT be dangerous for the baby?  Couldn't I just wait a few more fucking months?

And then Sexyhusband asked me to top him.  Which was fine.  Except I was jealous, because I wasn't getting topped, ever.  It certainly sharpened my skills as a top, but that wasn't the point. 

Over the course of Floating World, I began to let go of the guilt.  I kept talking to people, especially class instructors about what was and wasn't safe.  While there is certainly some controversy over the ass, everyone said that my upper back was fine to play with.  I'm not comfortable with my breasts being played with, and again, there was enough controversy over rope bondage (coupled with our general lack of experience) that made me decide to stay away from those areas.  But it gave us a base surface.

So I took a deep breath and asked Sexyhusband to top me on the last night of Floating World.  We had a bet going, that we mutually lost (about exactly what color we thought Goldslut's shiny sparkly riding crop was--we were both wrong) and my forfeit was to try submitting publicly for at least a 1/2 hour.  Of course Sexyhusband would have respected any request of mine to stop at any time or to go back to the hotel, but I was game.

We left the hotel dressed for fun.  I had on my brand new red plaid schoolgirl skirt (you'll see pics as soon as I can find that damn camera cord--we're almost unpacked and it has yet to turn up--I fear I may have to buy one at this point), the nursing tank I model here, white lacy socks, and black schoolgirl maryjanes with a 2-3 inch heel.  I also had on a collar, and my favorite piece of sexy jewelry--a bracelet we bought at Tiffany and had inscribed with the word "slut" (it just tickles me pink to subvert Tiffany jewelry).  Sexyhusband had on jeans and shirt, and a leash to use when the time came.

There was a class to attend before play, and then we were off.

Sexyhusband opened the front of my nursing tank to expose my breasts, clipped the leash to my chain, and led me around the dungeon, finally settling me on the very same X I'd had him on. 

He removed my collar, as we have discovered I am not a huge fan of stuff on my neck.  We didn't lock my hands so that I could brace my body off the X, keeping the belly safe from potential impact, and I put my hair up out of the way.  We also removed my tank top to bare my back.

Sexyhusband had brought along the three new canes we'd bought after the caning class, the bundled cane I'd used on him the night before, my sparkly riding crop and a variety of toys.  He'd left the floggers back in the room as he didn't feel safe practicing his aim on his pregnant wife, and I was a bit nervous about wrapping around to the side of my breasts or belly if he accidentally had a bad miss.  There were also bear claws (think sharp scratchy things that feel delightful on your back), the pinwheel, the bunny flogger (because you can't actually hurt anyone with a soft bunny fur flogger), and several other sensation toys.  He also had the spray bottle of rubbing alcohol.

Following my example, Sexyhusband blindfolded me. 

It's important to note that this was largely a learning session for Sexyhusband, who has topped me before, but not with a lot of the toys we were using that night.  I strongly encourage anyone who is starting to top to do this sort of session with their partners to learn new skills--no one likes the big overconfident dom/me who then fucks up and hurts you in the bad way because they didn't take the time to learn a new skill on an actual person as opposed to the theory in a class.  It's also important to note that we had discussed all of the things he was going to do to me in advance, established safewords and non-verbal cues and were being SAFE.

He started with the lightest cane and he began hitting me lightly, getting feedback on what the "safe" region was, and if I wanted more or faster.   After establishing that, he began to go a bit harder and faster, finding his rhythm.

The next toy to come out of the bag is an old favorite at this point.  We bought the bear claws at Wicked Faire (first post in the series is here) back in February and they have served Sexyhusband very well as I will do many many unmentionable things to get him to use them on my back.  I moaned, begged and cried out greeen (note--why use just red and yellow---GREEN is a great feedback word) wanting more and more scratches.

Sadly the bear claws were a brief interlude, and I would've started pouting, but the bunny flogger was making soft and seductive patterns over my back.  Even though I was blindfolded, my eyes fluttered shut with pleasure.

It was a bit of a shock to feel a sharp thwack on my back as my riding crop descended.  We did soem educational feedback on zones and I can only imagine how pretty the purple shiny sparkles must have looked in the dim glow of the dungeon, descending on my pale upper back.

A bigger cane was the next toy on the list, tempered with the prickly pokes from our plastic pinwheel.  Sexyhusband may be a student of topping, but as in all things, he's a quick study.

Scratches came back, both from Sexyhusband's nails (grown out just enough to be exciting and useful) and the bear claws. 

It was around this point that I felt the slow descent into submissive space (aka "sub space") began to speed up.  For those who have never felt it, it's basically a rush of endorphins, not unlike what you might feel on a roller coaster (should you be an enthusiast) or what you feel post orgasm except it keeps going on and on.  The pain begins to not just be pleasurable, but the source of pleasure that radiates to your nipples and to your clit (or cock, depending on your plumbing).  You begin to be able to take harder more consistent pain, and stop caring about (or even begin to welcome) the possible consequences (such as bruises, if you're fair like I am--see here for what I mean).

I honestly can't tell you all of what he did to me, except to say that it felt wonderful and involved canes, my riding crop, his hands, his mouth and lasted a full hour at my request.

He finished me the same way Lady Arielle did, which was to spray my back with rubbing alcohol, which doesn't really feel like anything---until you blow on it, which makes it deliciously cold.

I was so proud and happy to have let go of my demons and had a good time, and Sexyhusband was wonderful both for his support and his careful but insistent pushing for me to trust in myself and in him and to enjoy myself.