While sleep helped my mood, I did start sinking back into depression after a few hours. I had my pre-operation appointment at the hospital, and MasterDoc saw DeeDee off while I was out. He did some food shopping and when he got home we talked a bit more about my depression. (I was at least more verbal that day.) The super of his building was repairing something in the apartment, so we had to hold off on doing anything kinky. But once we were truly alone, it was time for my therapeutic beating.
He got out the canes, the crop, the “slut” paddle and the clover clamps. He had me put my collar on and get on my knees on the bed. I hugged my new Liberator Axis (review coming soon!) as he went to town on my ass. He made two hard smacks – one on each cheek – with the slut paddle to start. He says that the imprint didn’t come out well on my ass, but he thinks it’s something that would work on some people, but not others. He’ll look up the medical reason at a later date. He caned me, spanked me with his hands. He hit pretty hard and I took it well. He had me look up at him at one point and look in his eyes as he hit me. It was very hot although it was hard to crane my neck to look up and behind me.
After the beating, I felt much better. Not 100% – I could still feel the depression lingering in the back of my psyche. But I wasn’t paralyzed by depression any more. We hung out, he got me to exercise despite my desperately not feeling like doing it. I showered and we hung out some more. I wanted to have an orgasm, but MasterDoc wasn’t feeling like fooling around just then. He told me I could masturbate and I jumped at that prospect. While having him be a part of things adds to the experience, a solo orgasm is quite good as well. When I asked him to let me use the magic wand he hesitated, but when he asked if I used it every time to masturbate (I rarely use it, actually) he granted permission. I ran off to the bedroom and shut the door so I wouldn’t interrupt his football game.
I took my time, working up to an orgasm. I held off like I would if he were with me. I fantasized about MasterDoc although I’m not sure now what I fantasized about exactly. I think being bound up so that I’m helpless. I started to come and was noisy as usual. As I was in the midst of orgasm and my brain was all fuzzy, he came in, climbed onto the bed next to me, and started to caress my body. Good lord, I came harder. I wrung every last orgasm I could out of my body. After, I cuddled with him and was so happy he had joined me. Just having him there touching me adds to the orgasms.
Between the beating and the orgasms, I felt much, much better. I was in a pretty good mood today with no trace of the immobilizing depression. MasterDoc’s miracle cure works again! (Someone on twitter sent me this link after my announcement that a beating worked again to improve my mood.)
About that link that was sent to you, for those of us that often not only enjoy but actually feel the need for a spanking/beating…we already realize that it does usually improve our outlook and disposition. Having talked to you so much, I know you are aware of this of course. Many are not and just cannot understand why we need it. I even read an article a couple of weeks ago about how spanking increases testosterone levels in women and therefore increased the libido (sex-drive). Very interesting. I will have to try and find that article.
I am so glad that you are starting to feel a bit better than you have recently. I am in hopes that once your surgery is past and you are done with that and have recovered, you will feel tremendously better. Big hugs.
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