Rose The Evil Twin

I Meet Rose The Evil Twin
This scene report was originally posted to the soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm newsgroup.

June, 2000

I have known Monique for a couple of years; have seen her do fire play and wax play (as a top) at our late and lamented Phoenix clubhouse. I also know that she is accomplished with quirt and paddle and various other instruments of (my)mass torture. So when, via email, she offered to "do" me at the upcoming play party, I jumped at the chance. We exchanged more emails setting out such ordinary details as safewords, hard limits, likes and dislikes. Her last email to me was signed by her evil twin, Rose, and the deal was done.

I was eagerly looking forward to the party, though, at the same time, it was going to be a somewhat new experience for me. You see, strictly speaking, Monique is not a dominant. In fact, she is about to enter into a sub mission contract with a couple. She does top, though, and does it very well! But for me, it would be the first time I was topped in a scene but with there not being a dominant tone, if that makes any sense. Mind you, it has nothing to with her being a woman. I am not bisexual at all, but I have no problem at all being topped by another woman. But there is a different mindset when the person at the other end of the whip is a dominant. More on this later.

It must have been somewhere around 9 or so when we headed down to basement dungeon. We were the first ones down there, but had already chosen the padded medical table for our scene, since I would be laying there for a while. After we compared toybags, Rose the Evil Twin chose her arsenal from both bags. I put on the blindfold and leaned over against the table to start as Rose the Evil Twin worked on her flogger techniques for a bit. Then it was on the table, on my stomach and the show began.

She started with some of the softer floggers, such as the deer and elk and suede, then moved on to the various and sundry paddles and crops. At the same time, there was a light and easy reparte going on between us and we were even exchanging quips with the others I could hear at the other end of the dungeon. As the implements got harder and my back and ass got redder, my shouts of pain got louder and I am afraid I let loose with an "oh shit!" on more than one occasion. (Note: I do tend to be rather stoic and not make a whole lot of loud noise in scene, but I had always wondered if this was because I was really like that or just afraid to let go. So I decided to force myself to let go and express my immediate reactions.)

At one point, someone put a rather large plastic or lexan paddle in my hands to hold as another, smaller one was used on my ass. The small one was a lot worse than the big one, which, I found out later, was offered by the host.

After some time, Rose the Evil Twin put on those rubber gloves with all the nubs on them and gave my well paddled and reddened back, shoulders and ass a good rubdown. It was quite and intense pleasure/pain sensation and I got a real rush of that "feeling" in the pit of my stomach.

I am not even sure how much time had passed since we had started but we took a bathroom/rehydration break and watched the other scene going on for a few minutes. In the coolness of basement dungeon, I could actually feel the heat coming off my back and butt and there was a pleasant sensation of notpain as I got down from the table and wobbled over to the bathroom, still wearing nothing but thonged panties and the blindfold pushed up on my head.

Back to the table, relieved and watered, and was time for the next step. Now the intensity was turned up and you will have to excuse me if things get a bit jumbled. I know what was done to me..mostly..but the sequence may be off. Rose now went to the braided cats and, her personal favorite, the quirt. I know I began to find it harder to talk, to the point where she asked me more than once if I was ok. Rose's method with both the quirt and the more intense paddles was a real mind fuck too. She would gently play them against my shoulders or back or ass, sometimes once or twice, sometimes 3 or 4 or 5 times. Then she would let loose with hard, stingy, guaranteedtomakeyouyell stroke that caught me completely off guard. She continued to do this and there was no rhyme or rhythm to the strokes so that there was no way I could anticipate them. Again and again and again and I know I was moaning at this point.

But The Evil Twin was not done! Oh no...she had not yet gotten to.....the knife!

Now I had seen it and felt it and I knew it was not really sharp, but that was with my mind. When I felt the first prick on my ass, I thought I was stabbed. When it was dragged down first the back of one leg then the other, from my ass to my heel, I was sure I was being split open. I know I was moaning loudly now but she was done. Because as the knife reached me heel...it didn't stop. It continued down the heel to my arches and this was a most exquisite pain I had ever felt. I know my back was arching and I was on the verge of tears. Then the other foot, and again I was overwhelmed with pain/pleasure/sensation and breathing hard and fast.

I was vaguely aware that someone else was also flogging my feet while Rose the evil twin was carefully exploring my head and neck and ears with that knife. At one point, my head was pulled back and the knife held against the taut skin of my throat. Then the point was slowly drawn across and I was sure my life's blood was spilling out. The knife then traced it's way from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, below my neck but above the breasts, leaving a raised line necklace of the finest red.

But the part that really caught me by surprise was when, grabbing hold of the part of the panties coming out above my ass and pulling them to one side or the other, the knife seemed to split open both sides of the crack.

Never had I felt anything so intense. Never had pain and pleasure been so close that I could not tell one from another. Maybe it was partly the pulling on the panties that put pressure on my clit along with with the feeling of the knife nearly gouging into my anus, but for the first time in my life, pain was sexually arousing and I nearly came.

As I caught my breath for a few seconds, Rose the Evil Twin returned with (I think..not sure) the quirt and a maybe one of the cats and now the blows rained hard and fast. One after another. Again and again and again. Ass, shoulders, back, ass, thighs, ass, back, shoulders. Each blow now eliciting little more than a breathy moan. I was now approaching sensory overload and (don't laugh) was finally able to say "I think I need to safeword now." Honest, those were my words! (Btw, Rose the Evil Twin was about ready to safeword herself!)

I am not sure how long I lay there, with a quilt placed over me, moaning "oh god" over and over again. When I was finally able to sit up, there was no one left in the dungeon. In fact, it was about midnight. I don't know who else had been down there and was only vaguely aware that there had been, at some time, more than one person working on me.

It was a long and wonderful scene and filled with new and different sensations and experiences for me. What was most different, for me, was the mindset I alluded to above. In all honesty, I have to say that I never real ly felt "submissive" as I have in the past, with other dominants. At no time did I fell compelled to answer "yes, Sir" as I had at the prior party when I was single-tailed and cained by a dominant. Yet this scene had all the care and tenderness a bottom could want as Rose did lots of stroking and caressing and reassuring along with the quirt and flogger and paddles and knife.

So, would I do another scene with Rose the Evil Twin? In a heartbeat!