You are riding the subway with your headphones beating out the latest Beyonce or Ludacris track. The doors open and a tall, caramel-skinned woman enters the car. She dawns a swirl of crazy hair with multiple colors and textures. Her outfit is very shiny but looks like she is going to a Halloween party or a rave. As you try to “casually” glance at her, your brain keeps thinking two things: What the hell is up with her? And where is she going? I am Foxy Squire. I am alternative female model who enjoys the BDSM scene.
I am a Dominant who owns one sex slave and while dating a gentleman in an non-monogamous lifestyle. I have been to private and public alternative parties such as fetish, vampire, cyber, goth, steampunk, swing, and many others. I must thank Emilie Jerard** for rescuing me from my vanilla life and gently ushering me into the alternative scene. This is the story of my first spanking at a BDSM play party: He started by massaging my back, which was quite slick from the heat of the room. He pulled up the back of my skirt and exposed my bare ass and black thong.
He began with his hands. His hits were light and controlled but they increased ever so slightly in frequency and intensity. After a few minutes he whispered in my ear with a low voice "That didn't even hurt, you could take more." His goatee brushed against my neck and gently tickled me. Each individual whisker felt like small nails digging into my soft top layer of skin. He started with his lightest flogger. The initial sting was so slight, it reminded me of ants on my legs. He whispered again "Are you ok?"
I could only shake my head yes. He let the ends of the instrument dance over my back and bare bottom. Then a sting of strength rushed through my senses. It was incredible. He had changed to his heavier flogger and the mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming. He slid the flogger strings around my thighs and down my back. He leaned in so close I could smell his aftershave. The light, outdoorsy musk invaded my nose and sweetly stung my senses. I told him that was the heaviest that I could take. He politely thanked me for my honesty and lingered in the moment. He finished with a set of forceful thrusts to my backside. It wasn't the sting, it was the reaction to the pain. I could feel his satisfaction with every hit. It was intoxicating…the free sexual vibe that was being fed between us. He removed the long, black skirt from my thong and slid is hand from my back to my upper thigh. He told me that I did a good job for my first time. I sat there taking in the moment and looked up at him from my seating position. He said, "I have one more request."
"Yes," I replied.
"May I kiss you?"
"Sure."
He rested his hands on the back of the seated area behind me and leaned into me. I could feel his tongue explore every space in my mouth. His tongue seemed to fill up more than my mouth could take and I thought I might choke on it. He pulled back and just looked at me in wonderment.
This column will be a journal of my alternative exploits and your window into the private strange, subculture that I live in.
**Emilie Jerard is the only alternative couture brand that specializes in the use of high quality PVC fabrics. She designs, patterns, sews, and assembles all pieces to provide the subculture with the substance of mainstream. She is the first and last word on all alternative clothing and designs. Every aspect of her brand exudes the most important idea of fashion: QUALITY. Emilie Jerard is the BRAND that satisfies your needs. www.emiliejerard.com
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