Only one person ever slaps my face. Or rather – only one person has ever slapped my face, more than once, with my full consent given and with a whole lot of pleasure gained for both of us!
These days, m’Lady slaps my face whenever ey feels like doing so. That can be in person; using my hand as proxy; or virtually over chat or text.
These days, I have permission – nay, orders – to orgasm each and every time my face is slapped by m’Lady (in person, by proxy, virtually). And I do. The most recent time was only a few hours ago.
Is this punishment? No. Is it a sign of love and affection? Absolutely. Does it turn me on? Hell yes. Have I begged to be slapped; offered up my face for it; turned my head in the hopes that the other cheek will receive one also (then basked in the praise this brought); provided my own hand for it? Yes, I definitely have.
Would I have ever expected this? No. It’s something that crept up on me – on both of us.
A few years ago, when doing a photoshoot with Amie, I asked her to try slapping me – I was curious to see what it would feel like. I think she was a bit surprised, but she was willing to give it a try, and so, with my full consent, she did. And wow did my head ring! It didn’t bowl me over, but it definitely gave me something to think about for a while.
It certainly wasn’t something I’d have considered asking anyone to do anytime earlier. Living with a chronic migraine (which I still have) my skull feels full of pain a lot of the time. But as I’ve gotten better at managing that pain and reducing it, so I am able to do more with my head. I can allow touching on the top of my head as well as the back (which, as someone who loves having her hair pulled, pleases me no end). And it means that my face is less overtly sensitive as well.
So, mulling on what I learned from my face-slapping try with Amie, I visited m’Lady for the first time. And, among the many many (many) thing we did and tried over that 10 day period, slapping – of my breasts, my cunt, my thighs, my belly, my face – was something that we tried as well.
And slapping, when it’s m’Lady slapping me? Gets me incredibly wet. And wanting. And melty. And begging.
I don’t know why it gets me off. It might be that it’s a transgressive act, something that looks like assault but is delivered with love and lust. Or it might simply be that my pain and pleasure centres are exquisitely intertwined, especially on my face.
Everytime m’Lady slaps me, or I slap myself for em it hurts. It stings. I tear up. I redden. But also I cock my head and hope (beg) for more. And when, on my most recent visit, ey gave a new order, that I was to orgasm each and every time my face was slapped? It was a pleasure to comply.
And so I do. Each and every time.
Please, m’Lady, would you slap your fuckmeat’s face? Please?