I shiver in anticipation. My favorite flogger has thick leather strips mixed with a few fur strips. For some reason that flogger takes me to a higher place. He can administer more strokes because the fur adds an immediate soothing element. It takes the bite off too quickly for me. I love it and hate it all at the same time because it keeps me on edge for so long. After hearing what he wants to do to me, I see why he wants to use this on me.
You stroll slowly over to me the flogger loose in your hand by your side. I am greedy as I take your appearance in as you approach me, I doubt I will ever get my fill of you. I am still in the stance that you left me in. I want nothing more than to please you, but my knees are beginning to shake. I see the scowl in your face. “Is your knee bothering you, pet?” I hesitate to answer, fearing you will stop, before we even truly begin. “I will not stop, just adjust.” A small sigh of relief escapes me, “only a little Sir.”
You quickly snap the flogger against the front of my stomach so that it grazes my lower stomach, “you know better pet, the next time you are hurting you had better tell me. Adjust your legs so that you are comfortable.” I bow my head, disappointed that I have disappointed you and pull my legs so that they are shoulder width apart, “yes, Sir, I understand.”
You lift my head, “Good pet, are you ready?” “Yes, Sir.” “I think for your little indiscretion I’ll add another element to our play tonight.” You reach into your back pocket pulling out a black, silk blindfold. My eyes widen, this is a step that we had not yet taken together. “Do you trust me, pet?” I nod. “Verbal answer,” his voice is non-negotiable. “Yes, Sir, I trust you.” “Good. Gather your hair please.” I quickly gathered my hair pulling it away from my face and you place the blindfold around my eyes plunging me into darkness.
“You will stand here and take however many lashes I give you, lace your hands behind your head and do not move.” “Yes, Sir.” I wait for the first lash, the anticipation humming through my body, wondering where the first hit will come from.
I feel as the leather and fur trail across the top of my breasts, my nipples tightening, then it drops to my stomach and trails to my right hip and around to the swell of my ass and the sensation is gone. I want to cry out at the loss of sensation. Suddenly I feel the bite of leather against my back, the instant burn and softness shoots straight to pussy and wetness begins to pool between my legs. I moan out loud and immediately a barrage of short, quick hits fall upon the soft skin of my back. The sensations are taking me higher and higher, but it’s not enough to take me over. You know this. You begin to methodically lay marks across my lower back and across my ass and the moans I make quickly intermingle with pants. I struggle to keep my fingers laced behind my head as the hits continue and the burning sensation quickly melds to pleasure.
As soon as the hits begin it feels as though they stop, I cannot see you but I know that you are standing in front of me and without a word you begin raining shots across my breasts. I throw my head back and you stop, “You will keep your head upright as if you are looking at me, slut.” Goosebumps cover my skin at your tone and words and I force my head upright and pull my gaze towards your voice. As soon as you are satisfied you begin to let the hits fly again. They cover my breasts, go down my stomach and I feel the bite and sting. I am so close and yet so far from release. I need more.
Then you let the hits drift closer to my drenched pussy, my juices coating my inner thighs. I cry out, tears crowding my eyes, I try to beg you with my eyes for more, to go lower, to give me what I need, to give me my release, but I am blinded to so. You continue to torment me just grazing my thighs and around my pussy. I feel the burn in my thighs and across my stomach I need just a little more, “are you ready pet?” “Please, Sir, I beg of you.” I moan, widening my stance. You grin wickedly, “as you wish pet.”
Suddenly the hits become short, concise hits against my upper, inner thighs causing the strips to graze against my wetness and the lips of my pussy. I widen my stance farther and the leather and fur strips graze closer. I need just a little more bite, I am so close. My tears are flowing freely now, from frustration, ecstasy, from everything and then I feel the bite right against my clit and I fall apart. I scream, in a voice that does not sound like my own, as I come apart from the high that you have given me, struggling to keep hold of my fingers against my head.
I feel the hits get lighter but this time they are all against my wetness and clit. You place your leg behind my body to help steady me, and remove the blindfold from my eyes, “come again for me pet and this time let me see you.” My eyes adjust to lighting in the room and search for you. I am still shaking from my last orgasm, “Sir, I don’t know that I can, I am too sensitive,” my voice hoarse, not sounding like my own. “Now, you will come twice, instead of just once,” you growl as you pull the softness from the flogger and begin to rain bites onto my thighs and pussy lips. “Come now for me pet and let me see your juices flow.”
I cannot fight the pain that you provide me, it gives me such pleasure and I lose myself in it. I lose myself in the sensations and cry out never losing contact with your eyes as I let myself fall over and over. Before I completely come down I am falling over again, the juices flowing freely down my legs and before I realize it I am collapsing and you have swept me in your arms.
“Pet, you have pleased me so, but we are just beginning.”
To be continued….