yes kinky people I’m looking to see who is still around….. *BESIDES HEIDI*  (sit back down) anyone still around?

Ill be there, bootblacking of course!!!

anyone else going?

oh yeah sorry i havent updated at all lately, things have been absolutely crazy. I have a new Miss, she’s awesome, I’m working for a leather kink company, traveling back and forth between NY/NJ to Philly to Easton, PA. Im also pledging for the NYbol (New York boys of Leather).

Im also coordinating the bootblacks for DO.

Well thats it for now.

TNS

Kara came to see us again and the subject came up of our last scene with her video taping it. We discussed how some improvements could be made and she had her camera with her, which was a much better camera. So an impromptu scene was decided upon.

Kara helped me with my hair and make-up and I admit, I enjoyed the pampering and the girliness of it. I wore the short black lacy nightie that Deth loves so much. I was showing much more skin this time. And Kara didn’t mind at all. She was being a total professional.

We went to the bedroom and I got into position. Kara seated herself in a chair directly across from me, so she could get both Deth in the scene and every grimace of pain across my face. Deth chose as a weapon of beating my short black leather harness collar. Its thick and it leaves a hell of an impact. He started by explaining to the camera what he was using, and then had me count backwards from 20 until I hit the magic number, which turned out to be 4, and then he laid into me with a loud whack across the ass. I let out a loud “OW” and then finished counting down to 1. After that he just laid into me and started hitting me across the ass and thighs, and having seen from the video, he was not being gentle at all, pulling back his arm and really lighting me up. I knew he was being especially vicious tonight, and my ass was paying the price. I cried out with each hit.

Then he told me to roll over. I did so and adjusted my nightgown so that I wasn’t showing off anything improper in front of Kara. Keep in mind that she is straight and quite vanilla, and these are her first experiences with the world of BDSM. This night she had an especially hard time watching me get beaten because I was so obviously in pain. Deth pushed me to my threshold. He began whipping my chest and abdomen and then down to my thighs which stung like jellyfish had gotten me. Then he came back to my chest. He said he wanted to make matching welts on each breast. So he positioned the collar across my left breast and counted down, gently tapping me with each count.

“1…2…3…4…” WHACK!

I gasped from the pain that lit up my breast and nipple. I removed my breast from the nightie and saw that it had indded gone right across my nipple, actually knocking the ball out of the nipple ring. It was already turning a strawberry color from the broken capillaries.

Kara came around the bed to get a close-up.

“Now I have to do the other side. I did say I wanted a matching set.”

He thought for a moment and then decided I should take my top down so as not to tear it. So I freed my right breast from the gown and closed my eyes and took deep breaths. The count down began.

Kara remarked that she wanted it known that she thought this was a bad idea. And that it was on film that she thought it was a bad idea. She feared this time he would knock the whole hoop ring out my nipple.

“1…2…3…4…” WHACK!

He missed. He laid the collar across my upper chest and instantly my eyes stung with tears. I tried to take deep breaths and they were half sobs. Immediately my chest welted up and turned red. He took notice of the mishit and apologized, saying the collar twisted because he put so much force into it. He gave me a moment to compose myslf. And then my nightmare got worse.

“Unfortunately I missed, so we have to do it again.”

I moaned softly and put my head back. He gently told me to close my eyes, and laid the collar across my breast. He began to count, once more.

“1…2…3..4…” WHACK! I whimpered and took a few quick deep breaths before examining my breast. He had hit his mark this time.

“See? That wasn’t so bad. Now roll over and face away from me again.”

I did as I was comanded. He started to lecture the camera that with this type of collar, or instrument, it could be used two ways. It could be held in the middle at the O-ring, and deliver short sturdy hits, at which point he whacked me across the ass. I let out a loud “OW” and gripped the bed harder because I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what was next. He said that it was pure physics, and that holding it at the end and letting it be longer, it would go faster and strike harder. He demonstrated by striking my across the ass with the full length of the collar and I let out several sqeals and whimpers. He started whippijng me again and one time got me across the ass cheek, and the collar wrapped down my thigh and I let out a loud scream and started to whimper and cry. I had hit my threshold and he knew it. He asked if it had gotten my thigh and I said yes.

“Roll over onto your back then.”

He gave me a few mins to compose myself while he talked to camera about different methods of deep muscle stimulation he has used on me, such as punching. He soothed me by wiping at my tears and petting my hair and telling me everything was alright.

“Are you ready to feel all better baby?”

“Yes Daddy.”

I sat up on the bed, on the edge of the bed facing away from him, and he gently pulled my hair back. He wrapped his thick arm around my neck and I put my hands up as our safety measure. When the hands drop, it means I’m fading out. Kara at this point is on her knees by the bed trying to get the shot. She has become an active participant in our scenes, doing what she must to get right in the action with the camera. Suddenly I felt his grip around my neck tighten. I tried to take a breath and he said “No breathing allowed…” And tightened his grip more. I started to panic but let it go and just flowed with the feelings. Suddenly I started to see stars and felt myself fading out. I slowly lowered my hands and he held on a moment, then released me, I jerked back and gasped for air and felt the flood of endorphins as the blood came back to my brain. I smiled. I felt better already. He told the camera he was going to give me a few minutes to recover, then he was going to do it one more time.

After a few minutes when I had came back to my senses, he again wrapped that thick arm of his around my neck, with a better grip this time, and again I tried to take a breath. “No breathing allowed I said…” and he tightened his grip. I could feel my face turning red and then suddenly everything sliding away from me. I tried to hold onto that sensation and then my hands started to fall of their own volition. He held on a bried moment, then released me and I caught myself with a deep gasp. I smiled at the camera and took several deep breaths. Yet another safe playtime.

And caught on camera for our archives.

I look forward to Daddy getting his Christmas present. Should be more stories to come after that. I’ll let ya’ll know when the time comes. Until then, Merry Christmas from Private Notes with Heidi. I hope you enjoyed another peek into my bedroom.