pictures

i rarely post pictures of myself......... Sir does enough of that for both of U/us i guess.
As a child /young person i hated pictures books... i wanted to create my own pictures of what someone looked like.. or what a scene looked like... it kinda spoiled my fun to have the pictures neatly displaying the author's view of things...... When i DO post pictures on my blog most often they are pretty abstract depictions of my mind's image. i hope i leave enough room for your imagination to take what i offer and run with it........

However this morning i was thinking of pictures that i get in my head during sessions... yesterday Sir had announced i would be having a session at 9pm......... now that may not sound terribly late to most of you...... but to this "old" lady who wakes each morning around 5 and flops into bed most nights by 10....... 9 sounded VERY late.. i dragged my feet going downstairs.. literally and figuratively... all i could think was i am sooo tired... gimme a break!! But then Sir was not in any mind set to give this lil subbie a break......... after all.. Friday night 9 o'clock in the play room might be the only time this entire weekend that Sir gets a chance to beat this ass..........

As the first flogger started whooooshing through the air, the pictures were vivid in my mind's eye............ i could see myself hanging from the cross with my arms stretched high above me - my body was fast cooling off.. getting chilly .. developing goosebumps.. the air currents created by the flogger felt like Artic winds blowing across my naked skin..i could see myself shivering .. i could see myself - not in the playroom - but strung between two trees on some snowy icy landscape.....

change of toy - change of picture ........ this one brings on images of hundreds and hundreds of bees stinging my ass.. over and over again... i dance from one foot to the other trying to chase the stinging away.....wanting to feel a cool hand soothing the itching burning stinging feelings from my body........

another change of toy.. this time the whip....... at first Sir teased me it.... barely flicking across the skin of my ass and back.. barely kissing my body....... my pictures evaporated completely and i turned to look at Sir wondering what He was up to.. then the flick of the whip came closer .. taking wee small bites out of my body....... then it became a whirling derbish of pain that ran from the tops of my thighs to the top of my body...... my mind saw it as though it were whirling around me... completely encircling me in pain........

the crop followed... and i could see the welts rising with each hit..... scarlet red welts against white skin....... burning hot.. more and more welts till they all melted into to one large red welt across my ass........

then Helmuts toy from hell and now i could see the skin breaking, bits flicking off... blood slowly oozing down my legs..

and finally the hard wooden paddle......... this was the final curtain on the pictures/movie that had been playing in my mind eye's for almost an hour............ hard cold wooden paddle placed firmly across my ass .. telegraphing where to expect the hit.. hard fast and making me dance an Irish jig under the cross..... and soon sobs.. heart wrenching sobs.......... tears streaming down my face leaving rivers of mascara down my cheeks ......... NOW my Sirs arms warmly wrapped around me.. holding me safe.. His scent making its way through the fog wrapping itself around my mind holding it tight to Him as well....

and the picture show ends...........