Friday, April 22, 2016

Playtime at #Osterfest 2016: flogging at Qualgeist


Sir and I had lots of fun at the various Puppy events at this years Ostefest - but it wasn't all just puppy-dog tails and chew-toys...


One of the best nights out was at Qualgeist - a great bondage club run by a cooperative out in Mehringdamm. Like many places in Berlin, the club was tucked in the ground floor of an old apartment building, four or five courtyards back from the main road. It is small, but it was one of the best equipped clubs I have ever visited: with multiple cages, bondage chairs and beds, slings, a St Andrews Cross and a fantastic hoist set up within the main room - with a 15 foot high ceiling...! 

They don't believe in cramming in the punters either, so there was lots of room to play without being bumped or stood on (or a getting hit by a stray flogger). It does mean that they aren't the easiest club to get into, however: get there early because once they're full, the doors close and you have to wait until someone leaves. We avoided the main party night, but we still ended up queuing in the cold for a good hour before we got in; not that I really minded though: I had my Man to keep me warm after all...

Once we had got in and stripped out of our boilersuits, Sir clipped His lead to my collar and led me around the club to explore what was on offer. There were several pups about (all on 2 legs), and lots of guys trying out the equipment; we also caught up with a couple of nice UK skin guys who we've met at several events before, and got to watch them doing a little trampling demonstration.

Sir took us both upstairs so that I could get into pup-mode. We found a great space with a huge padded bondage bed in it where a couple of fully suited and helmeted bikers were tying another biker down: it made for the most amazing and sexy demonstration - especially when the biker-Dom finally climbed on top of His helpless buddy and slowly humped him into a muffled orgasm - lidded heads pressed close together to see their faces through the fogged-up visors...

We padded around for a while - the pup hooded and on all fours. There was plenty to see, from guys getting mercilessly tortured in the bondage chair, or slowly mummified in layers of rubber tape, to beautiful displays of rope-containment and slow fisting in the slings.

We gave a little to the action too - with my Man letting me drive Him to knee-buckling pleasure, licking and sucking Him with all the training and talent I could raise...



Finally, Sir led me back to the main room where He'd spotted a nice St. Andrews Cross; there He had me strip my semi-transparent rubber surf-suit to expose my bare back, and cuffed my hands up onto the wood. The air felt cold against my skin after the wet warmth of the rubber - but Sir had plans to warm me up by breaking in the new heavy leather flogger He had bought at Boxer when I bought my hood...

Damn, but the heavy leather felt good. Sir started slowly - whispering the tongues across my back and shoulders - getting the feel for the balance and swing of the new flogger, and carefully watching His dog's reactions. He needn't have worried: there was no biting or cutting from the soft leather, just a blissful shudder as the solid weight caressed my skin. Slowly, Sir stepped back: giving Himself more room to swing the flogger and test its weight - each blow subtly rising in power and weight, slowly teasing me with heightened awareness. We started to gather a small crowd of appreciative watchers, and so I leaned outwards, hung my head, and spread my back wider: opening my body in sacrifice to my Man; I heard Him growl in appreciation - and felt the buzz and flow of power ramp up between us as His blows ramped up harder, faster - and the hard concussive power of His will spread warm pain across my skin and deep into my muscles.  

Flogging is an immensely sensual  experience to watch: the arc and fall of the whip, the whistle and thud of leather upon flesh, the drifting smell of warm leather and sweat, the breathless grunt of the Master's swing and the bitten-gasps of pain from the sub.. It looks so impressive - but nothing can compare with how it feels.

It's not about the pain. Not really. The pain of each blow is intense, but curiously fleeting - a sudden, heavy touch across the skin, and then gone. Each blow feels like a crushing hug, focused into a split second of sensation; there is an intensity to that feeling: a connection between you both that is all the more powerful for it's brevity. But, each blow builds upon the last - a lingering, stinging, kiss that slowly warms the flesh, shudders through the muscles, eats down into your heart and your soul. The longer and harder those blows rain upon you, the deeper you are forced into yourself - and the more open you feel. Your body aches, your skin burns - and yet you find yourself leaning outward: spreading your shoulders, rounding your back - begging for more with your aching flesh. Each blow becomes a step closer to an unseen but ultimate goal: complete surrender and total communion with the Man behind the flogger - the God who blesses you with the transforming power of His pain...

And then it is over - and He steps close to you. Your shuddering body feels the HEAT of Him radiating into you. He touches you, strokes a hand across you - breathes upon you; every cell and fibre of your being is sensitised, humming, open, raw - you FEEL Him more intently, more intensely than you could ever imagine possible. Your body trembles, your mind reels within a warm sea of surrender - and then He finally enfolds you in His arms: pours all the energy that you have surrendered to Him back into you - ninefold, a hundredfold - radiating from Him and into you, and reflected back from the shuddering core of yourself back to Him. Those moments feel as though you have both stripped bare your souls - climbed out of your skins and connected on a level beyond the organic.

It's the most amazing feeling I have ever felt.


Sir took us for a drink, and then another little tour of the play space; when we came back, we noticed that the Hoist arrangement was free - and I totally begged to be allowed to give it a try...!

The flogging on the Cross was amazing - but I think the experience of the entire weekend had to be then: winched up into the roof high above Sir's head: suspended by my booted ankles and spinning free in empty space - seeing my body gravity-stretched and turning in the mirrors that surrounded the room, the lights dancing over my inked and sweat-shined flesh - looking down at a circle of men far below who had gathered to watch as Sir lowered me slightly, then tied and restrained my hands to bolts in the floor so that my body was stretched tawt: racked in space as He slowly flogged me back into spinning submission, sweat dripping from me, each drop rainbow bright in the lights as it fell to pool upon the floor beneath me... and then, finally lowering me enough so that my head was the right height for Him to take my throat and release the tensions He had built through the night - gently pushing me forward and back, my helpless body and hungry throat swinging onto Him and off, without any effort on His part....

Oh yes - that was an experience that will burn in my memory for a very very long time. 

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