Whipping Post, Part Six

Pup had me clean off the whipping post after we were done with a sanitary wipe and then had me walk out the used condom in front of everyone over to the garbage can at the other end of the party. I was blushing like crazy, Pup motioning me to come back over. He put my aftercare blanket around me and sat with me for a little while as I came down.

It turns out that we’d been at it longer than we thought, and Saltine seemed a little miffed. So, I sent him off to go be with them, feeling kind of bad that we’d lost track of time. 

The girls who’d been across from us came over and asked if they could sit with me. Together, we were watching a guy tie up a girl with a cute butt. “You were really lovely on that post,” one of the girls said. I was a little subspaced, and my head was cloudy from all the impact play. The girl asked if she could play with my hair and I agreed, feeling small and fussed over and pliant.

Pup came back over to let me know he was going to play with Saltine and to ask if I was all right with that. He touched my cheek and I felt even smaller. I don’t really know how to explain it, besides that when I get into a certain space from pain, my brain just goes quiet.