Being walked in on in a scene

Since the covid-19 crisis, we have had our older daughter (the Adventurer) and her boyfriend of ten years living with us because we have plenty of room and their regular apartment is in Manhattan. There is nothing for them to do there from a recreational standpoint and they wanted to stay out of the intense covid areas at this time. Our daughter has been attending law school remotely and her bf has been working remotely from our house.

Over the weekend, my husband (@Romulus) and I decided we needed a quiet block of time alone together for some sensual S&M which I love almost as much as inflicting pain 😁 , only I was the one restrained. This was going to be a night of closeness, cuddling, edging and orgasm denial; and I have a love-hate relationship with me being on the denial end of the teasing and denial.

After the Independence Day fireworks were over, we went up to our bedroom around 10:00pm while the "kids" (they are 26) were downstairs watching tv and playing my stereo (not my husband's) in the den. We brought some wine upstairs and just laid around in bed for about an hour cuddling and relaxing. Then he got our ropes and a few "instruments of destruction" out and my husband proceeded to tie me to the bed in his favorite manner: legs spread and tied to the foot of the bed frame, arms tied to the head of the bed frame and a waist belt to attach ropes to the sides of the bed. This six point attachment is inescapable. It is the same six points I used when I tied him naked to the dog run cork-screw stakes you screw into the lawn. No one is going anywhere. Anyway, after he had me positioned. He started with some sensual and erotic massage and this went on for about an hour and a half. Then he got into using some dildos for deep vaginal and clitoral massage and intermittent intercourse. He kept telling me I better not cum because I would be punished severely with the piezoelectric sparking furnace lighter. For a person who orgasms pretty easily, NOT cumming was going to be a chore. Since he knows this, he was careful to keep me edging without cumming. Between the occasional fucking and his jerking off, he did eventually ejaculate on my chest and rubbed it over my breasts which brought me to a higher level of excitement. Having an orgasm when being told NOT to cum is almost a capital offense in his book, so I was very careful to control myself. I remembered what he did when I was mummified as a punishment for having an orgasm when Beth masturbated me. Meanwhile after he came on me, he started masturbating me again and after a while I could not stand it any longer and got beyond the point of no return and I came.

Meanwhile almost three hours had elapsed since we came upstairs and the Adventurer and her bf had apparently gone upstairs to their bedroom at some point.

My husband made good on his punishment for having an orgasm before I had permission. He sensuously caressed my breasts and licked my nipples after smearing his cum all over them and then used the sparker on one of my nipples. I pleaded with him not to do it, but the pleas fell on deaf ears. He squeezed the trigger, and with nowhere for me to move out of the way, I screamed YOU BASTARD at the top of my lungs in horrible pain. So there we were, both of us naked and me tied to the bed. The Adventurer and her bf came running, banging on our door to come inside to see what has just happened. My husband said, "you can go away, everything is fine" but my daughter was not having any of that. She insisted to SEE me to know I was OK. After about two minutes my limbs were untiled, I was covered by a sheet and they came inside our bedroom to see that I was alright. About fifteen minutes later, the Adventurer and her bf went back to their room, Romulus cleaned me up with a nice warm cloth, and we all went to sleep. I was hugged like the little spoon.

Susie,

Nice description. Glad you two had a great if intense close time with sex and BDSM the way you like it. I was just surprised that you got all the way through an intense sexual encounter without an enema. Obviously I'm very enamored of large, long intense D/s enemas (plus our other kinks) from my Domme. Glad you had a good time and grateful you shared it with us.

Eric

Nice description. Glad you two had a great if intense close time with sex and BDSM the way you like it. I was just surprised that you got all the way through an intense sexual encounter without an enema. Obviously I'm very enamored of large, long intense D/s enemas (plus our other kinks) from my Domme. Glad you had a good time and grateful you shared it with us.

Enemas are not the only things we do. We have a very varied repertoire and many different activities we enjoy doing with and TO each other. Enemas are not necessary for us to have a good time with each other. We both enjoy inflicting pain and discomfort, but the pain we inflict is never the result of anything done in real life or punishment for real life transgressions. The pain that is delivered is given purely for pain's sake. For us, pleasure and pain are often merged to become one and the same.

Susie,

Did you have a discussion with the Adventurer and her BF the next day about what happened?

For us, pleasure and pain are often merged to become one and the same.

I wish I could have realized that 40. years ago. The more I here about It I think I would have gotten into it. I always through sports that I had a high pain threshold and pushed/enjoyed it. Maybe in the bedroom as well. That’s behind me now.

@Buttshotlover said

Did you have a discussion with the Adventurer and her BF the next day about what happened?

It was a one sentence discussion as soon as they came in to our bedroom. I told her the piezoelectric furnace sparker lighter was used on my nipple. She understood perfectly. She and her boyfriend are into S&M. In fact, I gave her bondage and corporal punishment lessons when she was 18 because she wanted to tie up her boyfriend. She also came home a day early from a weekend sleep-over party when she was 15 years old and walked in on us in the middle of a scene where we were naked and I was flogging her tied up father. So she got to see in real life how we are evenly matched.

If you are interested, here is a link for the sparker:

https://www.walmart.com/ip/Camco-57533-Olympian-GM12-RV-Multi-Sparker/7964408?wmlspartner=wlpa&selectedSellerId=8616&adid=22222222227010068309&wmlspartner=wmtlabs&wl0=&wl1=g&wl2=c&wl3=95467235090&wl4=pla-101469520390&wl5=9004500&wl6=&wl7=&wl8=&wl9=pla&wl10=115786438&wl11=online&wl12=7964408&wl13=&veh=sem

It fires off about ten sparks per second for as long as you hold the trigger and hurts like hell on nipples and don't even ask how much it hurts on the clitoris. If the Nazis had this available, they would have used it.

Susie,

Does it leave burn marks on your nipple?

No, There is no tissue damage at all. It just hurts like hell. That's the beauty of the device.

If it did cause tissue damage or burn marks, I would have thrown it in the garbage.

I think a person would have to be dead or unconscious to have the sparker in contact with their sensitive spots for more than one or two seconds. The pain is horrific. It feels like a massively overpowered e-stim like Spinal Tap setting the volume on their amplifiers to "11"

@SwitchableSusie it seems that you have been 'caught' by your daughters in a couple of scenes with your husband and there was that one time when you were watching porn and rubbing one off. Have they ever walked in on you while you were having an enema?

There was the time The Voice saw me masturbating to lesbian porn. After I stopped and covered up, we watched the rest of the video together. She was about 16 at the time! Hard to believe that was about seven years ago.

Neither of my daughters ever saw me taking an enema.

Are your daughters into enemas ... or is that out of bounds?

I have to say we both had a wonderful time and there was no pain until I was forced to punish Susan for having an orgasm without my permission.

Regarding her screaming when I used the pilot light sparking lighter on her breast, her nipple fit so well in the little sparking chamber, how could I not use that as her punishment? Seriously though, I know it hurts alot. She only got a one second blast, but that is enough punishment for just about any offense.

When Susan screamed and our daughter came running to our bedroom. She really thought we had some sort of altercation and I really injured Susan, but once they came into our bedroom, they saw wasn't the case. I suspect Susan's yelling, "you bastard" was the reason Adventurer thought we had a bad altercation. Susan says "you bastard" to me often. Adventurer asked what I had done to her mother for her to shriek like she did. I told her and gave her the furnace lighter so she could try it on herself. She tried it on her finger and was incredulous that I used it on Susan's nipple. I explained to her that the two of us play very rough sometimes, and that there was no damage to Susan's breast. Adventurer even ripped off her mother's top to see for herself.

I was surprised that Adventurer was so worried about her mother because she knew the two of us are active players in S&M. Today she sent me the lyrics to Pat Benatar's "Hell is for Children" because she wanted to make absolutely certain that nothing would happen to her mother. She was thinking "Hell is for [battered] Women" and actually warned me to never hurt her mother. The scene getting out of control and with real life consequences is one reason why we absolutely, positively NEVER bring real life concerns into our scenes as a reason for emotional or corporal punishment. Once again Susan and I reinforced that Susan is the love of my life and neither of us could ever do anything to harm the other. She went to sleep convinced that the two of us were OK and that I would never harm Susan.

They cry in the dark

So you can't see their tears

They hide in the light

So you can't see their fears

Forgive and forget

All the while

Love and pain become one and the same

In the eyes of a wounded child

Because hell, hell is for children

And you know that their little lives can become such a mess

Hell, hell is for children

And you shouldn't have to pay for your love

With your bones and your flesh

It's all so confusing this brutal abusing

They blacken your eyes and then apologize

Be daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing

Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy

Tell grandma you fell from the swing

Because hell, hell is for children

And you know that their little lives can become such a mess

Hell, hell is for children…