First Fire Experience
My Fire Experience
Here it was, Sunday night and the final day of The Floating World Event in New Jersey. Daddy and I were preparing for his Whip Workshop, the last of three Presentations He was giving when He came over, pulled me in close to Him and casually asked me how I felt about “Fire Play”.
My instant response was, “Oh Daddy! You have known that ever since we saw that Fire Scene done by Ellwod at the 2006 Sagacity Birthday Bash in Victoria, I have been exceedingly curious about it! Why do You ask?”
He said, rather blandly, “Oh, just because I was thinking of taking a Class on it.” He then walked off and left me with the business of preparing Handouts for the Participants.
We were pleasantly surprised by how well this particular Class was attended, especially since it was the very last Class scheduled, being held from 10:30 PM until Midnight. We had the usual folks who were reluctant to leave, those who had more personal questions, those who wanted to seek further information and those who wanted a deeper, more intimate connection with the two of us, so by the time we cleared out, it was nearly half past Midnight.
“Daddy,” I asked as we gathered up our materials and exited the Class Room, “are we going to do a Scene tonight,” and He, being ever so succinct, turned to me and said, “Yes, Little One. ‘Q’ the Event Photographer is going to do a Fire Scene with you.”
Speechless, I gaped at Him in open mouthed wonder as I felt a deep, driving need surface like a Phoenix from the ashes. A need so primal and real that I have found myself throughout my life participating in high risk sports and adventures just to see it met and fulfilled. This was the adrenalin rush of being held on the ‘sweet edge of terror’, something akin to diving with and feeding sharks, which I have enjoyed immensely. The edge that is so far out there that it somehow merges with Universal Consciousness and I become ‘All That Is’.
Fear and excitement, which are basically the same experience in the body, bubbled furiously within me as we walked to the Fire Play Space. This was like a dream come true and I began asking Daddy a thousand questions at once, not one of which I remember, nor His answers.
He said, “Q was absolutely hot for you, Little One, and He asked me if He could do a Fire Scene with you. “Q” tells me that he has been learning about Fire since Boy Scouts and has using this element for decades with some of his close-up magic tricks, however it has only been during the last two years that he started using Fire in his Play Scenes.”
Daddy further found out that “Q” had learned this type of Fire Play primarily from Pyro Sadist, of Needle Play and Helen Fluterby, Member of TES who lives in NJ. He has attended many Workshops and had practiced on himself for weeks before he practiced on others. From the very first time he shared this with another person, he felt an immediate connection and response and was hooked! Whenever he can, he attends various Workshops to learn more about Fire Play and has even begun to develop some of his own techniques.
“Little One,” Daddy said, “I would never let Him near you if I did not feel that He could be trusted,” and I found myself even more excited than ever about the prospect of playing with a “Magician of Fire Play” because all my life I have loved magic and everything about it.
I was both bemused and once again amazed at His statement because I had no idea that this man was all that interested in me. Daddy did tell me though, that on Friday night when He did our Whip Scene, the Event Photographer went wild shooting us from every angle because He wanted to capture the raw passion, eroticism and sensuality which He saw vividly portrayed and unfolding before His eyes.
Quite frankly, I had not really been aware of His presence because by the time He evidently started, I was well past the “conscious awareness” of the comings and goings of the various Participants and Attendants. Throughout the course of the next day, we were inundated with a multitude of individuals wishing to share the expressions of their experience of our Scene and we both considered ourselves to be well blessed and in deep gratitude for this most positive and illuminating feedback which, once again, fed our souls and reaffirmed the vision of our mission in the lifestyle we honorably pursue.
As we continued toward “my appointed destiny”, which I by then, had begun to call this serendipitous event, images, thoughts and questions raced through my mind. Feelings of doom, death and fiery destruction rose unbidden from my subconscious. How was I supposed to prepare for something I barely knew anything about? How was I supposed to respond? What would be required of me from this new Master? My body was alive and pulsating with a growing excitement and I felt as though I would faint dead away right there on the spot as my Daddy placed me into the enfolding arms of “Master Q”.
Having no idea what to expect and trusting my Daddy completely in His choice of who He allows to Top me, I permitted myself the infinite pleasure of literally falling into and under the spell of ‘Q’, whose deep brown eyes appeared like bottomless pits of dark carnality and unexpressed passion. His gentle sensitivity calmed me at once; however the felt influence of His arcane talent completely and utterly mystified me. In my own inner knowingness and conscious awareness, the realization came to me in a nanosecond that, never before had I beheld at first glance, this type of depth and compassion in a Top save fore that of my Daddy and my former Master.
In that realization, I near swooned in delight and relaxed into the flow of the preparations which began to take place. I was asked to remove all of my clothes, not that I had much on to start with, and to place my hair back, up and out of the way, which I did quite happily with the clips I already had in it from Daddy’s Whip Workshop.
Between them, they placed special fire retardant sheets of the massage table when my body was to lie, along with a pillow which was placed beneath my knees and chest. My sense of time evaporated as I, in my mind, presented my body on the sacrificial altar of Pele, the Goddess of Fire. Master Q proceeded very slowly at first, exploring my tolerance for heat and my autonomic responses to fire. I heard His exclamations of delight but in no wise can recite back a single statement which He made. At one particular point in time, I remember lying facedown upon my tummy and thinking, “Well, this is certainly different. I cannot see anything that is being done and I do not really have a sense of what is actually happening so what in the name of God am I supposed to be feeling while He is doing this to me?” From that thought and question, I quickly jumped to the conclusion that this was going to be dreadfully boring and felt, in that moment, that I could go to sleep during the whole process.
In truth, I did not experience the usual endorphin high which so often engulfs me during a Whip, Spanking, Needle or Rope Bondage Scene. The actual sensation of heat was very pleasurable and did not bother me much because of the lack of visual input to stimulate my brain into a fear response, so I just lay there in a kind of bemused and curious state.
In retrospect, even as I write this review, I now realize that my subconscious was responding on levels I was not even aware of and my body reacted accordingly by delivering it’s own peculiar mix of fight or flight hormones.
Through a warm, fuzzy haze, I heard Master Q tell me to roll over onto my back and as He kindled the flames upon my body, He commanded me to open my eyes. As I complied, I beheld a most glorious and evocative sight. A yellow tongue of liquid fire raced headlong from my thigh up to my knee! I squealed in enjoyment and, raising my left leg into the air with my toes pointed skyward, I begged Him to do it again. Laughing outrageously, He happily obliged. When Q began to play a dance of fire upon my feet, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, so deeply delicious and erotic were the sensations. It was in those moments that I began to go where only angels fear to tread. My body became alive with a motion that undulated with the movement of the fire.
Daddy told me after the Scene that Q was filled with joy and that it was obvious He also had entered an altered space. Together we were a symbiotic creation, moving in unison to the compelling nature of the power of fire. Daddy was so very fortunate to be able, not only to capture images of the extraordinary dance of fire on film, but He was invited by Q to actually participate, which He did with stunning competence and creative ability.
During the final stages of our Scene, Q placed the palm of my hand over His solar plexus and, upon placing a ball of fire in His own hand, placed it over mine. The effect was dramatic and deeply connective and by the time we finished, I was so aroused that I began begging for Daddy to drive His magical fingers deep into my Yoni and pleasure me with a G-Spot Massage. No one, not even I, knew what the results would be. Quite suddenly, an eruption from some hidden subterranean depth occurred, the likes of which surprised and pleasure both Q and all the people standing about watching (so I learned much later). Like an artesian well, Daddy provoked such a release of the Nectar of the Goddess that it flowed up, out and over my belly and fell cascading to the floor around His feet.
For Q, this was in His words, the hottest and most erotic and sensual Fire Scene which He had ever had the privilege to do. He had been inspired to do things which He had never done before because of the dynamics of the Scene and He also expressed deep gratitude at having been the witness to such a powerful female ejaculation, which to Him, was the icing on the cake.
I hold the belief that everything is perfect in my Universe and that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing in the very moment I am doing it and this particular event was no different.
Although Fire Play is considered by many to be an extreme form of Edge Play containing elements of excitement and increased risk of danger, it was perfect for me to participate in and experience in that moment. I will always be deeply grateful to “Q”, a Master at Fire Play, for giving me the opportunity to taste His most talented expertise and for writing to me, a most beautifully written email, from which I am quoting a few sentences.
“Little One, our time together was the best experience I could hope for when I share my Fire Play. Your reactions inspired me. I still feel the thrill when I think about being with you. You and your Daddy gave me a wonderful gift that night when you gave yourself over to me. Your gift overflows to surrounding people and that is what first attracted me to your Whipping Scene. Your complete surrender and offering yourself to your Daddy is a beautiful living poem, flowing back and forth between you two. I was honored to become part of your gift as people came to watch us enjoy the flames together.”
Here it was, Sunday night and the final day of The Floating World Event in New Jersey. Daddy and I were preparing for his Whip Workshop, the last of three Presentations He was giving when He came over, pulled me in close to Him and casually asked me how I felt about “Fire Play”.
My instant response was, “Oh Daddy! You have known that ever since we saw that Fire Scene done by Ellwod at the 2006 Sagacity Birthday Bash in Victoria, I have been exceedingly curious about it! Why do You ask?”
He said, rather blandly, “Oh, just because I was thinking of taking a Class on it.” He then walked off and left me with the business of preparing Handouts for the Participants.
We were pleasantly surprised by how well this particular Class was attended, especially since it was the very last Class scheduled, being held from 10:30 PM until Midnight. We had the usual folks who were reluctant to leave, those who had more personal questions, those who wanted to seek further information and those who wanted a deeper, more intimate connection with the two of us, so by the time we cleared out, it was nearly half past Midnight.
“Daddy,” I asked as we gathered up our materials and exited the Class Room, “are we going to do a Scene tonight,” and He, being ever so succinct, turned to me and said, “Yes, Little One. ‘Q’ the Event Photographer is going to do a Fire Scene with you.”
Speechless, I gaped at Him in open mouthed wonder as I felt a deep, driving need surface like a Phoenix from the ashes. A need so primal and real that I have found myself throughout my life participating in high risk sports and adventures just to see it met and fulfilled. This was the adrenalin rush of being held on the ‘sweet edge of terror’, something akin to diving with and feeding sharks, which I have enjoyed immensely. The edge that is so far out there that it somehow merges with Universal Consciousness and I become ‘All That Is’.
Fear and excitement, which are basically the same experience in the body, bubbled furiously within me as we walked to the Fire Play Space. This was like a dream come true and I began asking Daddy a thousand questions at once, not one of which I remember, nor His answers.
He said, “Q was absolutely hot for you, Little One, and He asked me if He could do a Fire Scene with you. “Q” tells me that he has been learning about Fire since Boy Scouts and has using this element for decades with some of his close-up magic tricks, however it has only been during the last two years that he started using Fire in his Play Scenes.”
Daddy further found out that “Q” had learned this type of Fire Play primarily from Pyro Sadist, of Needle Play and Helen Fluterby, Member of TES who lives in NJ. He has attended many Workshops and had practiced on himself for weeks before he practiced on others. From the very first time he shared this with another person, he felt an immediate connection and response and was hooked! Whenever he can, he attends various Workshops to learn more about Fire Play and has even begun to develop some of his own techniques.
“Little One,” Daddy said, “I would never let Him near you if I did not feel that He could be trusted,” and I found myself even more excited than ever about the prospect of playing with a “Magician of Fire Play” because all my life I have loved magic and everything about it.
I was both bemused and once again amazed at His statement because I had no idea that this man was all that interested in me. Daddy did tell me though, that on Friday night when He did our Whip Scene, the Event Photographer went wild shooting us from every angle because He wanted to capture the raw passion, eroticism and sensuality which He saw vividly portrayed and unfolding before His eyes.
Quite frankly, I had not really been aware of His presence because by the time He evidently started, I was well past the “conscious awareness” of the comings and goings of the various Participants and Attendants. Throughout the course of the next day, we were inundated with a multitude of individuals wishing to share the expressions of their experience of our Scene and we both considered ourselves to be well blessed and in deep gratitude for this most positive and illuminating feedback which, once again, fed our souls and reaffirmed the vision of our mission in the lifestyle we honorably pursue.
As we continued toward “my appointed destiny”, which I by then, had begun to call this serendipitous event, images, thoughts and questions raced through my mind. Feelings of doom, death and fiery destruction rose unbidden from my subconscious. How was I supposed to prepare for something I barely knew anything about? How was I supposed to respond? What would be required of me from this new Master? My body was alive and pulsating with a growing excitement and I felt as though I would faint dead away right there on the spot as my Daddy placed me into the enfolding arms of “Master Q”.
Having no idea what to expect and trusting my Daddy completely in His choice of who He allows to Top me, I permitted myself the infinite pleasure of literally falling into and under the spell of ‘Q’, whose deep brown eyes appeared like bottomless pits of dark carnality and unexpressed passion. His gentle sensitivity calmed me at once; however the felt influence of His arcane talent completely and utterly mystified me. In my own inner knowingness and conscious awareness, the realization came to me in a nanosecond that, never before had I beheld at first glance, this type of depth and compassion in a Top save fore that of my Daddy and my former Master.
In that realization, I near swooned in delight and relaxed into the flow of the preparations which began to take place. I was asked to remove all of my clothes, not that I had much on to start with, and to place my hair back, up and out of the way, which I did quite happily with the clips I already had in it from Daddy’s Whip Workshop.
Between them, they placed special fire retardant sheets of the massage table when my body was to lie, along with a pillow which was placed beneath my knees and chest. My sense of time evaporated as I, in my mind, presented my body on the sacrificial altar of Pele, the Goddess of Fire. Master Q proceeded very slowly at first, exploring my tolerance for heat and my autonomic responses to fire. I heard His exclamations of delight but in no wise can recite back a single statement which He made. At one particular point in time, I remember lying facedown upon my tummy and thinking, “Well, this is certainly different. I cannot see anything that is being done and I do not really have a sense of what is actually happening so what in the name of God am I supposed to be feeling while He is doing this to me?” From that thought and question, I quickly jumped to the conclusion that this was going to be dreadfully boring and felt, in that moment, that I could go to sleep during the whole process.
In truth, I did not experience the usual endorphin high which so often engulfs me during a Whip, Spanking, Needle or Rope Bondage Scene. The actual sensation of heat was very pleasurable and did not bother me much because of the lack of visual input to stimulate my brain into a fear response, so I just lay there in a kind of bemused and curious state.
In retrospect, even as I write this review, I now realize that my subconscious was responding on levels I was not even aware of and my body reacted accordingly by delivering it’s own peculiar mix of fight or flight hormones.
Through a warm, fuzzy haze, I heard Master Q tell me to roll over onto my back and as He kindled the flames upon my body, He commanded me to open my eyes. As I complied, I beheld a most glorious and evocative sight. A yellow tongue of liquid fire raced headlong from my thigh up to my knee! I squealed in enjoyment and, raising my left leg into the air with my toes pointed skyward, I begged Him to do it again. Laughing outrageously, He happily obliged. When Q began to play a dance of fire upon my feet, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, so deeply delicious and erotic were the sensations. It was in those moments that I began to go where only angels fear to tread. My body became alive with a motion that undulated with the movement of the fire.
Daddy told me after the Scene that Q was filled with joy and that it was obvious He also had entered an altered space. Together we were a symbiotic creation, moving in unison to the compelling nature of the power of fire. Daddy was so very fortunate to be able, not only to capture images of the extraordinary dance of fire on film, but He was invited by Q to actually participate, which He did with stunning competence and creative ability.
During the final stages of our Scene, Q placed the palm of my hand over His solar plexus and, upon placing a ball of fire in His own hand, placed it over mine. The effect was dramatic and deeply connective and by the time we finished, I was so aroused that I began begging for Daddy to drive His magical fingers deep into my Yoni and pleasure me with a G-Spot Massage. No one, not even I, knew what the results would be. Quite suddenly, an eruption from some hidden subterranean depth occurred, the likes of which surprised and pleasure both Q and all the people standing about watching (so I learned much later). Like an artesian well, Daddy provoked such a release of the Nectar of the Goddess that it flowed up, out and over my belly and fell cascading to the floor around His feet.
For Q, this was in His words, the hottest and most erotic and sensual Fire Scene which He had ever had the privilege to do. He had been inspired to do things which He had never done before because of the dynamics of the Scene and He also expressed deep gratitude at having been the witness to such a powerful female ejaculation, which to Him, was the icing on the cake.
I hold the belief that everything is perfect in my Universe and that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing in the very moment I am doing it and this particular event was no different.
Although Fire Play is considered by many to be an extreme form of Edge Play containing elements of excitement and increased risk of danger, it was perfect for me to participate in and experience in that moment. I will always be deeply grateful to “Q”, a Master at Fire Play, for giving me the opportunity to taste His most talented expertise and for writing to me, a most beautifully written email, from which I am quoting a few sentences.
“Little One, our time together was the best experience I could hope for when I share my Fire Play. Your reactions inspired me. I still feel the thrill when I think about being with you. You and your Daddy gave me a wonderful gift that night when you gave yourself over to me. Your gift overflows to surrounding people and that is what first attracted me to your Whipping Scene. Your complete surrender and offering yourself to your Daddy is a beautiful living poem, flowing back and forth between you two. I was honored to become part of your gift as people came to watch us enjoy the flames together.”
Thank you so much for taking the time to write down your experience an post it! I hope our paths cross again someday.
-Q
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