Pleasantly Warm
Sandra is a rare kind of masochist. Nature did everything it could to make her indestructible: biology gave her an extremely high pain tolerance, she built herself enough muscle for two men, and years of regular visits to professional BDSM services have trained her body to the point where it no longer just survives pain, it thrives on it. So when Master Samael invited me to a double impact session with her, I felt the pressure of the challenge long before we had even started planning how to make Sandra's session actually hurt.
When I entered the room, she was already in half-suspension, held by only a few of Samael’s ropes in a position that looked painful. Not to her, of course, she was admittedly comfortable. Samael had been carefully scratching her belly with his knife, which she found adorable.
Samael suggested we try chilli on the worked-up skin, so we started with a 1 million SHU extract, usually enough on unbroken, thin skin to make most people see stars. Sandra didn't feel a thing. I moved up to 3 million SHU, which she generously rated a 1–2 on a ten-point scale, then followed with 5 million SHU on the scratched skin just under her breasts. It was so strong that Samael and I were both coughing after applying it, so I was hopeful. But she judged it "pleasantly warm" and asked, half-joking, "Is this supposed to hurt?" Time to up my game.
I went into her intimate areas with the 3 million SHU, a dose that would have sent most people jumping out of the window. Once again she offered her new favourite phrase: "pleasantly warm." Amazed as I was, I wasn’t ready to give up my status as a sadist, so I had a new idea. I flogged those areas too with my rubber finger floggers for some extra impact, and I proudly noted that my efforts added another point or two, bringing her up to about a 4. The last time I did this, impact-rubbing chilli onto delicate skin my guest had painful showers for days and burn-bruises for weeks. Not Sandra.
Sandra was comfortably warm and we were coughing from the chilli.
As agreed I left the room, and Samael moved & tied her to the bench for flogging by the time I returned. We prepared her skin with paddles, building a soundscape that left all three of us in silence. We worked as a team without a single word: when one of us finished on one side, we switched, so her skin was worked symmetrically. I absolutely loved working on her thick layers of muscle. This human fabric returns the flogger instantly, like a fitness ball bouncing off the floor, with almost no loss of mechanical flow. Her buttocks were not only muscular but beautifully round, which only added to my flow and my pleasure in flogging her.
The advantage of having two impact tops is also its disadvantage: there is no real break for the receiver. We get tired, especially at this level of power, but then the other one takes over with fresh energy, so the receiver never gets to rest. This kind of intensity is not for everyone, but Sandra could take it and loved it. Sometimes we struck in the same rhythm for deep intensity, and sometimes deliberately out of rhythm, just to be annoying to her.
Slowly we worked our way into her pain zone. She cried out now and then, which for Sandra by no means meant stop. So we didn't. While one of us worked at full intensity, the other held her gaze. Samael and I became each other's mirrors, with Sandra in the middle. When she squealed repeatedly, we gave her a break. She lifted her head from the bench, her hair was a mess, and the mute look in her piercing blue eyes gave away that she was floating in bliss.
She could take a lot. After the paddles and the famous wooden spoon doubled up at full force, we slowly moved on to the stingier instruments, with the single tail at the centre, of course. At 150 cm long, she bites like a viper. I enjoyed the rhythm of her kisses on Sandra's skin and Samael's gaze meeting mine over Sandra's head. I knew she was safe with him, so I gave my snake everything I had. Then Samael reached for his cane, and I knew this was where he wanted his best moments, so I let him have them. He was fierce on her buttocks and on her soles. She whined from the pain, but we knew her well enough by then to know this was exactly where she wanted to be.
By now we had been intense with her for over an hour, and the four-hour session was nearing its end. Samael still sensed some potential in her, so he picked up the large wooden spoon, held it like a golf bat and gave it his best. She yelped. Only after the session did I realise that the spoon, roughly 80 cm long and seriously robust, had actually broken on her buttocks under his impact... I felt a little sorry for her, so I offered to break the skin on her heavily worked, bruised and bloody upper back and rub chilli into it, to send her home with a souvenir. She agreed. I went in with the 3 million SHU, and I was right: there came again her annoying feedback of my sadistic efforts landing as “pleasantly warm”. Properly leathered skin is far more resistant to any kind of harm, including the burn of chilli, but honestly, I didn't expect it to work quite that well on her. It did.
She needed some time to land softly back in the room and into aftercare. I hugged her and left so she and Samael could talk through what had happened. She was high, relaxed and pleasantly warm all at once.
These are some of the pictures we took right after the session.
She kindly sent us more the day after,
and again two days later:
I should point out that, in my experience, her skin has an amazing capacity to heal. The chilli alone on her upper back should have left burning spots for weeks. Not with Sandra: her skin recovered remarkably fast.
The session was as intense physically as it was fun on the interpersonal level, because the three of us just clicked. Finding the edge of Sandra's pain took two experienced tops, an arsenal of chilli extract and one sacrificed spoon. She would probably say it was pleasantly warm, with an appreciation for our efforts. Amazing.