Quite apart from those who wish to
role-play school scenes or the Victorian era, many corporal punishment
practitioners love caning for the sheer adrenaline shock it pumps into the
system. I know several dominants who advocate the use of the cane purely for
punishment. There is nothing quite like it for beating a point across for some
real or imagined infraction, and their submissives wouldn’t have it any other
way. There is nothing quite like six of the best to encourage a male submissive
to remember to put the toilet seat down in future. Mind you, as a dominant, I
wouldn't allow them to stand when using the facilities at all, but that's a
subject for another discussion.
I remember the first cane I bought, a thin
whippy rattan that stung with every strike, but eventually became more work to
wield than it was worth. I was introduced to the delights of dragon canes
(rattan again, though a little thicker) by an old friend and took to them like
an old school ma’am. From those two canes my cases have grown to encompass
models in nylon and carbon fibre, right up to the inch thick canes that I use
in the sport of stick fighting. Canes can become addictive. Most of my canes
are in pairs and are used for drumming, an intense sensation similar to a heavy
massage with canes.
I use canes as a method of relaxation. I
start off gently, caressing with them before building it up to full intensity.
A submissive can probably take more from canes than any other toy, and they are
certainly the implement, other than one intended for insertion, most likely to
give an orgasm if used lightly on my pubic mound. It removes any tension far
more effectively than any massage the slow build up encourages a serious amount
of pain. They can hurt, too, and a heavier strike will pull the submissive out
of their reverie, sharp enough to remind me who is in charge. I’ve even known
people to fall asleep under their caress, happy and contented.
The feel of cane against bare skin, the
sting of pain, the intense fire if the cane is left pressed against the skin
where it landed before raising it for the next stroke can be the most intense
of BDSM experiences. Not as flashy as fireplay, as immediate as singletails or
as downright terrifying as submersion perhaps, but in the hands of a skilful
top it can become the most glorious dance between the participants. Within a
short time endorphins will be coursing through the recipient until they crave
the next stroke and want to feel the cane bite into them.
If I show you the rattan will you follow?
Many of the characters in my novels engage
in BDSM activities, and their attitudes to the subject are based on
observations made in the real-life scene. Mistress Joan from Screaming Yellow and White Lies isn't based on a particular
person, but several of my friends and acquaintances might recognise traits they
share with her. Similarly Master Robert, Richard and, indeed, Meinwen herself,
though I shall deny any observation of the similarities between the
middle-aged, red-haired Welshwoman and myself.
I try to make the scenes in my novels as
real as I can, often down to the sudden attack of cramp during a bondage
session and the very real limits people have when they walk the tightrope
between pleasure and pain, and just how far someone will go to serve their
dominant or loved ones.
Take a tour of Laverstone and see for
yourself what life as a submissive could be like.
Rachel Green's Screaming
Yellow and White
Lies are erotic murder-mysteries and her Sons
of Angel is urban fantasy.
2 comments:
Fantastic! Thanks for being such a kind host :)
Super post. Thanks for sharing your insights and experiences, Rachel.
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