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Once Anastasia has walked out of my playroom, I just stand there, stunned, at a loss to comprehend what has just happened between us. It was her suggestion that I punish her to demonstrate how hard it would be. I checked with her before she entered my playroom, and she gave me her consent. Ana never indicated through body language that she wanted me to stop, neither did she use the agreed safe words. She counted out loud until I completed the six belt lashes.
"How brave you are my Ana," I exclaim.
Instead of coming into my arms, Ana's tear stained face is filled with pain, regret and pity as if I was possessed by the devil. She runs out of the Red Room. Where has she gone? What do I say to her?
I gave her what she asked for but it has changed the way that she looks at me. I went pretty easy on her, compared to how Elena hit me when I was her sub. When one controls every aspect of life, this is the only area of my life where I can lose myself in the passionate controls of BDSM. This is a lifestyle where trust and honesty is essential for the safety, physical and emotional well being of both parties.
Her uncontrollable sobbing hurts me as much as it hurts her. BDSM is not supposed to hurt in this way, done right with consent, we both would have achieved the kind of catharsis mind blowing sex rarely achieves. This lifestyle binds me closer to Ana but she has pulled away from me.
'This is what you really like? Me, like this?'
'Well, you are one fucked-up son of a bitch.'
I cannot talk to her about my abusive childhood that left me fifty shades of fucked-up. I warned her, but she stayed. This was the third time that she voluntarily went into my playroom.
I am getting used to sharing this, the Red Room with my Ana. When she asked for this, I thought she was making an effort to adapt to my needs. Now I find myself confused that she could withhold her true feelings and let me hit her as hard as I did with the belt.
'Don't you dare 'Ana' me! You need to sort your shit out, Grey.'
I don't think Ana has left the penthouse. Someone who has been hurt is likely to go where they can find comfort. I anticipate she's in her bedroom, and her welfare especially given her parting words is my priority.
This could be like the first time I spanked her. She was confused but after some consideration she admitted it hadn't been so bad after all. She let me erotically spank her with the silver balls slipped inside of her. Her moaning betrayed how much she enjoyed that session.
There has to be a way we can get over this. There has to be.
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I change out of my ripped jeans into PJ bottoms. Anastasia is not in the communal areas of the penthouse which means she's in her bedroom. I try the door handle and find it's unlocked. Thank goodness she hasn't locked me out after her painful parting words.
