my sacred kink birthday initiation

Today is my thirty-third birthday.

I enter into the magical space that has been prepared with care and intention, filled with candlelight, beauty, exquisite piano music, and Divinity. Amongst the people, I see one of the Goddesses sitting there, holding a beautiful flogger in her hand and looking at me with a mischievously provocative smile. Her eyes are telling me clearly: “I am ready for you!” I look at her and laugh in delight and anticipation.

My eyes find the Love Witch herself and I make my way to the back of the room to join her there. As everyone has settled into the room, she begins to announce the beautiful spectacle that is about to begin, instructing and inviting worship of me, the Birthday Goddess, in her deeply alluring, magnetic manner. I speak my desires and my boundaries for everyone to hear. I undress and reveal my sexy, black lingerie. I have chosen my tiniest lacy thong to make for the most space on my Full Moon cheeks to receive.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

Music of seductive tension begins to play as the Love Witch takes my hand and leads me to the centre of the space that everyone has gathered around. I get down on my hands and knees. “Are you going to be a good girl?”, Aphrodite asks. I smile and teasingly reply: “Maybe…”

The Goddesses are getting ready behind me. I see Inanna sitting in a corner to my left. She is acting as our sacred observer tonight. The Love Witch kneels down in front of me where she will remain the entire time to caringly monitor my well-being and to enrich my delight.

And so it begins.

The first stroke. “Aah!” I slowly move into a space of surrender as the flogger begins to hit my body. I feel pain, delicious pain, that erupts into delight. The flogging continues and I begin to lose any sense of time and space. All my senses are merging. I feel the impact of floggers on my butt and my back. I feel soothing hands touching and massaging me in between strokes. I smell and taste rose petals that the Love Witch is teasing and pleasuring me with, hear her voice whisper sensual invitations and spells into my ear. I see her beautiful face and her delicious, seductive gaze. I see the others, seeing me. 

I close my eyes and sink more deeply, more fully, into the sensations. I smile, I laugh, I moan. I don’t know who of them is touching me, flogging me, spanking me, worshipping me… the Goddesses are doing their sacred work.

One of the Goddesses kneels before me, presenting an offering of Yarrow flowers bound into a bouquet. “Would you like to be flogged with some flowers?”, she enticingly offers. Mmmmh.... “Yes, I would love to be flogged with Yarrow!” My pleasure expands as I feel the plants hitting my backside.

Aphrodite is emerging from behind me into my visible space, holding a black and red flogger in her hands. “Can you hold this…?” she says seductively, and I know what I have to do. As I look into her eyes, I very slowly open my mouth. Aphrodite places the handle of the flogger between my teeth. “Good girl!”, she praises me. The impact play continues, revealing to me: Your amazing ass is worthy of alll the attention you so deeply desire.

I hear the Love Witch’s sweet voice: “Nod if you’re good!” I look up into her eyes and nod, and smile in my pleasure, as much as the flogger in my mouth allows me to smile. She smiles back at me and giggles, as I continuosly feel hands slapping me and caressing me. 

The flogger is removed from my mouth. I’m being asked how I want to end this experience. “I want to end with 33 strokes for my 33rd birthday”, I say. “Do you want to count, or do you want us to count for you?”

“I don’t want to count”, I reply. “I want to be in the experience!”

“We will all count for you!”

Freya is getting ready to deliver the thirty-three strokes with her flogger in her experienced hands. She begins. “One”, I hear everyone count as the impact hits my ass. “Two-three-four-five!” The flogger hits, pauses, hits hits, pauses…

“Twelve, thirteen! Fourteen…fifteen-sixteen!”

The building tension in the room is palpable. Everyone has now become part of my experience, fully holding me as I move through these waves of pleasure, pain, pleasure, delight, suspense, anticipation, pain, pleasure…“Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two” - four strokes hit me in quick succession. Only one more to come. The suspense is heightening.

“Oohh, I’m not sure if she really wants that last one…”, Freya is teasing. I start to wiggle my butt cheeks in anticipation, showcasing the glory of some of the magic my ass holds. Everyone is cheering now.

S-U-S-P-E-N-S-E……… I keep wiggling, when is it going to happen…?

“THIRTY-THREE!” Freya’s final stroke hits as the energy in the room peaks. AAAAHH. 

Exhale.

I have never felt so worshipped, cared for and worthy as I am feeling tonight. And I have never felt so erotically alive.

Now I feel cool ice lovingly placed upon my body, soothing my ass; hands caressing my skin. One of the Gods has joined this beautiful ritual of aftercare as well. I ask for ice to be placed on the back of my neck too, the area that loves and revels in cold sensations. Aphrodite is bringing a blue candle shaped like a cock before me, its flame at the tip unmistakably inviting me to make a wish. “Do I have to blow?” I say, teasingly, with my extra-deep, sensual voice. I hear laughter all around me. “Yes, you have to blow”, Aphrodite says. I gather my desires for this coming year into my breath, close my eyes as I inhale, and cast the spell into my exhale that extinguishes the fire.

I thank the Love Witch and the Goddesses. Then I emerge from our contained sphere and broaden my energy out into the whole space: “Thank you all for witnessing me”, I speak into the room. 

By them witnessing me in this way, I have been reborn. They have now seen and received me in my fullest erotic embodiment of kinky pleasure, making it undeniable that this is me, this is who I truly am at my core. They have rebirthed me here in this sacred Womb of erotic initiation. They all have become my sacred mirrors.

“Thank you for letting us witness you”, I hear Pan say. I slightly turn my head and look at him standing there, leaning against the wall. He is the most sacred mirror of them all.