My name is Sadie, that is Sadie with an E, which means explicit! I write erotica books on sensitive subjects other authors shy away from. I write how it is! There is a saying - write about what you know. Most can’t do that because they haven’t been where I’ve been or met the people I have. How can events be described better than those lived or experienced? That is what I describe in words, that’s is what I write about.
My blog today is the first of hopefully many. I have called it Confessions of a Pain Slut - the start! I have so many to confess, I shall have more to add travelling forward, nobody can stop being a pain slut, you have to endure the last encounter and look forward with trepidation to the next. These experiences, what takes place within the privacy of the homes of people I visit form the basis of the books I write. There is truth within them all. Everything I have ever written has been experienced by me personally. What did I say earlier “write about what you know” – I know! Let me tell you about Mistress Annette, she was a professional dominatrix, of course I didn't know that at the time!
I met Annette five years ago. We met quite by chance in a Bath coffee house. You know how it is. The place was crowded, I was seated in the window watching the world go by. Then this voice spoke, a voice which sent shivers down my spine by its crispness, it’s dominant nature. That appeals to a submissive woman, which I am. Of course – was my reply when she asked if she could join me. She looked at me with her green eyes and she went straight in, no tentative side talk. Was I married, what did I do? No to the first, a legal assistant to the second. Was there anyone special in my life was the third. A simple reply to that too. I sensed a woman on the hunt and I was her prey, she had snared her prey and she knew it. I won’t dwell on the reasons I ended up at her house the following Saturday, invited for dinner.
Over three courses created by a woman who knew how to cook she stripped me bare. Not actually, well not just then, but her probing was relentless. She learned I was submissive and needy. She got down to business very quickly telling me she had an adult playroom set aside for pleasure. She’d like me to see it and decide if I’d like to join her inside to play. The word was spoken with childlike simplicity, something quite natural to do. I had no idea what to expect when she opened the door and switched on the light. It was a room I’d seen in my dreams almost since childhood. Fitted out with the bizarre. A spanking bench sat in the center of the room, shelves ran along the walls and were filled with every sex toy imaginable. There were dozens of vibrators in every size shape and color, butt plugs and what I later found out were anal beads. Just imagine what they were used for! A shiver went down my spine when I saw the leather paddles and canes hung from hooks on the wall. Annette explained that she would like me to submit to her within its confines and experience forbidden pleasures – how did I feel about that?
In my books, I often write about those featured keeping a private diary. Recording their shortcomings. This started with Annette, she handed me a diary later as we sipped a balloon glass of brandy. She asked me if I had been punished as a child, by that I assumed smacked or worse. I said I had. She asked me if I felt I should be punished as an adult, for mistakes I made, my misjudgments. I said I had thought about that a lot, especially recently. Annette said she had seen me as she had entered that day, I had looked sad and troubled, like I had a lot on my mind – which I had. So, I had in fact been selected - chosen. Now I was seated next to her and she was handing me a blank diary and I was to keep a daily record. I was to return the following Saturday and to bring an overnight bag. I would stay over. I immediately wondered where I might sleep – with her?
She said she would discuss my submissions - that word again! Afterwards, decide the best course of action in the event my entries required addressing. That was her word – addressing, whatever that meant? I was soon to find out, she showed me a photograph which took my breath away, left my heart beating wildly. The thing is I wasn’t sure why! Was it fear, or excitement or possibly both? The photo displayed a naked woman lying face down on a bed. Nothing too unremarkable about that surely. But what was certainly remarkable were the marks which were visible on her buttocks. She had been caned! Annette told me to write my diary wisely, certainly honestly but to consider the consequences resulting from my words if certain behaviour was described. Masturbation was forbidden, the woman depicted had ignored her instruction and twelve strokes of the cane resulted. Those words echoed in my head as I left. The question was would I return? I could change my mind, even post the diary back and say I’d had second thoughts - grown cold feet. So, as I close my first blog, that was the dilemma facing me over the next seven days. To dutifully complete the day to a page diary with honesty, leaving nothing out - or forget it. Each day would tick down relentlessly like a clock. Then on that day I’d wake knowing my appointment was at 1400 hrs sharp. I was to wear simple clothes and be prepared to stay over. My biggest fear was masturbation. I was as relentless as the clock ticking down. I’d seen the penalty for ignoring instructions and I sensed she’d know if I lied. What was the penalty for lying? I had a lot to think about over the coming days.
Sadie Stern – Confessions of a Pain Slut - with more to follow.....