Playtime with Moss Adira

Playday with Miss Adira.

Well, many of you will have watched the videos or seen the photos from our playday, now it’s time to write about it. Unfortunately I am very late writing it, I try to write about any play or punishments that day or the next day, as my memory is rubbish, I want to write about how I felt, my emotions, all the little things you go through during a scene. So I am going to have to base this from; 1; watching the videos back; 2; trusting my memory. So I hope I can write this down and give you an accurate account.

So firstly, my instruction for when Miss Adira arrives…..I want you lay on the bed, naked, hands by your side, facing the window. I will arrive at 10am.

I woke up that morning with a nervous, butterfly feeling in my tummy, nervous trepidation about what was going to happen as I was sure Miss Adira would have a plan in her head. I had to block it out to get all my homework done and all the tasks completed before I went to shower. I was going to give the dogs a bone so they were occupied for a while, (this worked well, as they gave DiDi a little welcome then went back to their bones. Only trouble was they then brought the bones upstairs. If I left the door shut, they would’ve just barked all day so for once I broke a rule of mine and let them come upstairs with it. Though I wasn’t happy when they came on the bed with them. But as I was getting my bottom spanked at the time, I just ignored it.)

I had my shower, shaved and moisturized, then lay on the bed letting the cream soak in, keeping an eye on the time. I put some music on the TV, then lay reading my book before getting a few things out that were necessities, lube, baby wipes, dildoes. Leaving them on the bedside cabinet. 

Then I heard the front door open and the dogs getting fussed with by DiDi. I put my kindle away and lay on my tummy, looking at the window, 1 arm by my side, the other I had to tuck under my chin because the position I was in would make my back scream in pain without one arm there. It seemed like an eternity before I heard her come upstairs, not walking into the bedroom, I heard lots of rustling, sounding like she was getting undressed or changed, but I couldn’t go and see. Eventually she walked in, I wasn’t sure if I could speak or not, so I asked her, she said yes. I wanted to move to see her, to see what she was doing, but I didn’t. There was a clatter of toys going on the bed then she asked where our toys were. I pointed to the drawer that I had already opened, then she continued to get toys out of our drawer. I chatted a little, asking if the drive down was okay, I think I just needed to focus on something else other than her getting these toys out.

Then I felt her warm hand on my bottom, she stroked it, stroking my back, sometimes digging her nails in. It was nice, really nice, enough to calm my nerves down. I asked then if I could look at her, she agreed so I turned my head. I saw she was in a black, babydoll kinda lingerie outfit, her boobs spilling out of her bra. I saw she had makeup on and a lovely reddy coloured lipstick, she had her hair in the messy look I love. 

She began giving me a few ‘love’ taps with various toys, enough to warm me up. After a few minutes of me ouching, gasping and rolling slightly, she was laughing, “I’m hardly touching you, what you ouching for ?” “It hurts,” I spluttered, trying to get my breath. “Give over, this one hurts,” proceeding to whack harder, making me grab my big fluffy cushion, burrowing my face into it. “Would you like to video the play ?” DiDi asked. “Ooooooo yes please,” I said, so I got up, setting up the camera stand, to go in a position that has the full view but where Miss Adira can turn away from the camera. We got started again, The dogs sat on the bed, not bothered that their mummy was getting her bottom spanked. 

She began with the Giant Devil, pounding my ass hard, as I always say, you lose your pain threshold when you are not spanked regularly, I was feeling every swat. “Get up a bit, on your knees, “ she told me. Inwardly I groaned, as I brought my knees up so my bottom was higher and she could aim for my sit spot perfectly. Putting that one down, I heard DiDi then shuffling about amongst her toys, picking out a leather paddle. Purposefully getting my sit spot, I continued to hug my cushion and bury my head into it. After a while there was a change of toy, DiDi’s mini cane, she loves this, the size meant you could aim for one cheek perfectly. It hurt but not screaming in agony type of hurt, like I’d have with the high impact cane. Watching the video back, it looks like she was really hitting hard with it. But ALL my Doms say I have an iron butt, LOL. That is until she began whacking my shoulder if I moved or if my bottom sunk down to the bed again, and that killed. I do like being strapped, flogged or caned across my back, it’s such a different feeling there than across your bottom. It’s denser, much more thuddy, the flogger, strap, belt feels deeper, everything feels heavier, not as stingy yet just as painful as on your bottom. One slap with the Jokari on each cheek had me crying out and tears began falling. 

Sensing I was in need of a break, Miss Adira slid her hand between my legs, feeling my wetness, her fingers more slender and gentle compared with Master’s or Daddy’s, as she explored my happy spot. Her fingers delved deep, spreading me wide, as she began fudging me. After a few minutes with her fingers, she got out her vibrator and continued fudging me. I was soon succumbing to the throws of an orgasm, at the same time sniffing and sobbing as I asked if I could cum. “Yes,” she whispered and I let my orgasm take over, shaking and heaving as I came down from my high. “See was that not worth it ?” Miss Adira said whilst getting Mr Grater, slapping my butt.

DiDi delved into the toy drawer, getting out the red suede flogger, “Ooppsss nearly got the lash out then, we don’t like the lash do we ?” she asked. “No,” I said quickly, wanting to turn around to make sure she hadn’t got it, but thankfully she hadn’t. Flicking the flogger across my ass, stroking it up my crack before whipping it once more, telling me to open my legs more so she could strike my happy spot and inner thigh. Whipping across my back she asked if she couldn’t hit the bottom of my back with the flogger ? “No,“ I told her, “Nothing on my lower back”. So she alternated from bottom to back, one stroke hurt a lot more, making me OW loudly, “OW….really,” DiDi said, laughing as she tried to hit harder.

Giving me a break, Miss Adira began doing something, but I had no idea what it was. Until something ruddy hot thing landed on me back, making me jump. As another landed on my back. I turned slightly seeing the candle burning in her hands. Now this is something I would love to progress too, but the candle wax seemed very very burny hot. I had read somewhere that you could buy candles, where the temperature was less than a normal candle. But this felt very hot to me, “Is this nice or not ?” she asked, “No,“ I replied quickly. “Oh so not very sensual?” she asked again, “Not at all.” I told her. But I do fancy the idea of wax play, so I wonder if it’s worth practicing with it more. And look into this low temperature candle. I remember actually doing this as a kid, letting wax drip on my finger or just sticking my finger in it.

Again Miss Adira looked inside the toy drawer, and picked out the leather strap. Master doesn’t use this much because there’s no proper handle but it’s one implement I do love the feel of, that or a leather belt, the leather whipping over my skin, feeling my skin scorch from it, feeling skin somwtimes being stripped away, layer by layer, then there’s the sound of leather cracking loudly as it hits my body and it’s one thing Miss Adira loves to use and loves the feel of too. But for once I was too far gone into subspace, sobbing into my cushion, I felt the whipping but I didn’t, if you understand me. I released all my pent up frustration and stress. Feeling my body begin to relax, just flopping more on the bed, even my usual pain I live with day in, day out disappeared for a while. I was floating just over the bed and I felt awesome.

After a very short break, Miss Adira went back into the drawer, fishing out the awful loopy. One strong whack with that thing and the tears flowed quicker, I began rolling, moving my hands back, when Miss Adira began counting for me to get into position, picking the cane up, she struck my arm, poking my shoulder to get me flat on the bed. She struck the other cheek with the loopy and I managed not to roll. So she got a few more hits in before I rolled once more, my hand flew back, so she hit my arm with the loopy and continued doing gentle taps with it,(not that you can do any gentle taps with that thing, that still hurts,) anyway I soon moved my arm back before she gave me one final hard stroke with it. One arm flew back, my feet flew up to cover my scorching butt and before I could get my breath back, Miss Adira was back counting, when she struck my ass again, I couldn’t figure out what it was. I think I was a bit beside myself at that point, trying my hardest not to reach back, my other arm clung to the cushion as I cried, sobbed, ouched very loudly and trying to control my breathing, “Do you know what we shudda played, guess the implement.” Miss Adira said as I did yet another roll, “Guess the implement ?” I stated as she caned my arm and shoulder, then used the end to push me back flat again, “Yeah, get 5 strikes to guess what it is,” “I can’t remember all of them,” I stuttered, “If you don’t get them all right…..” she paused to see if I could tell what it was. “Is it the spongy type paddle ?” I guessed, “No, it’s this one, look,” she told me. I looked, “Oh, it’s the studded one,” “Yeah, makes a good sound,” as she continued to wallop me. As I rolled the other way, she just carried on hitting the side of me instead, before I rolled flat once more. Then she quickly changed implement again. The high impact cane, one swipe and I rolled away, my arm flew back, the counting began before I felt a severe strike across my arm, causing me to OW loudly as she poked it into my shoulder to lie flat. This repeated after another 2 strikes with the high impact cane and again. I sobbed into the cushion as I heard Miss Adira searching again, so I used this time to try to calm down again.

I felt something very sharp hit my tender skin, making me jump, my arm went to go back but only a tiny bit then I tucked it under the cushion as this spikey, sharp thing was tapped around my burning cheeks. I couldn’t figure it out, so I looked over my shoulder and saw the vampire paddle, DiDi liked this one because on the other side was a hard leather flat paddle and it caused a hefty whack. The other side is really nice, but then you know I love spikey things. We are actually looking for a chain flogger that has a barbed wire type of look to it, so there are some spikey aspects to it.

Changing again, I heard her take a few items out, then I felt the curry comb tapping around my bottom, as my skin was rather beaten, the spikes on this thing made me ouch, cry out, I was struggling to deal with it, yet normally I love it. She changed to a spikey dog brush. We both love these, the sensations as it scraped down your back gave me goosebumps, I sigh as it goes up and down, side to side. But jumped out of my skin when it lightly touched my bottom. I heard Miss Adira laugh, “Is that a bit tender?” I gasped, “Just a bit,” I kinda squeaked out. After a bit longer with the various dog brushes she put them down. “I think a bit of corner time is a good idea now.” As she went to lie on the bed, I climbed off the bed, trying not to let my bottom touch anywhere. I think I was in the corner for about 10 minutes, before I was allowed to move. Looking at the time, I suggested that I go and bring up lunch for us both, so MIss Adira agreed.

We had a lunch break, watching a bit of Judge Judy, DiDi loves this show, then we had a play with the strapon, but Miss Adira has written a blog about this. So I will let you read that one.

After our amazing play with the strapon, we were both pretty spent, but Miss Adira hadn’t finished with me yet. This time I was allowed to pick the toys, obviously Mr Spikey was involved, but only for a short time, I was far too tender to cope with it, I asked for the strap which I enjoyed a lot but the other things will be kept between us, unless of course you’ve watched the videos. 

Sorry it’s taken some time to write this blog, with what’s going on with the world, I’ve been shopping for the old folks, making sure they do stay in lock down, though my Dad has been out shopping a few times. I had to use the scare tactic in telling him how many people have died in the UK so far, “Over 3000, 600 people died overnight Dad. You must not go out. I will get your shopping along when I get my inlaws and mine. If you must go out tie a scarf around your nose and mouth and wear gloves but I’d rather you do not go out.” Think this worked, they are both in their late 80’s, mum is very frail, my inlaws are 10 yrs younger, but my mother- inlaw has a weak chest, chest infections can last 3 months, she has been in lockdown over a month before the PM Boris Johnson chose to order a lockdown, too late if you ask me but we won’t discuss politics.

But I just want to finish by thanking all the NHS, Drs, nurses, first aiders, police, everyone with an essential job, who are helping this country fight this virus. The supermarket staff, the security guards helping us stay 2 metres apart, whom I thank everytime I go shopping, these people deserve an award for all the hard work they are doing at the moment, nevermind possibly contacting this deadly disease. Thank you all so much.

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