Floggings

He told me to be ready for him in a front closing bra, panties and a black robe. i chose the blue lace bra with the panties that match. i like how the cups hold my tits perfectly and how the nipples show thru the lace and are slightly mashed down even when trying to be totally erect. And i know how he loves my ass even better when framed by a thread of material up my crack.

Hung by my wrists from the rafters, blindfolded i felt the first strike of the flogger. Count! he said, so i counted each one until he stopped at 25. ?? no more? So i asked more please and he said more what? More flogging please. We'll start again at one, count..... 1, 2, 3 until 25. Tell me what it feels like, he says..... it it beginning to burn nicely, may i have more please? i asked for a vibe in my cunt (he could say no, but he might say yes) and i was rewarded. So starting with number 1, holding the vibe inside of me, we began again to 50 this time.

i felt the ball being placed in my mouth and the strap buckled behind my head. He said bend your body so your tits stick out... thaaat's it and then i felt the motion of something moving the air around my nipples. my nipples hardening and stretching towards him, wanting to come into contact with whatever it was moving the air. Groaning, drooling..... more please, more can i feel more please? and the sweet sting began and stopped.

He unfastened my hands from the hooks and brought them down behind my back and told me to sit and there was a wooden chair behind me. He clamped my cuffs together and tied them into the rungs of the chair. The rope started winding it's way around me, under tits, over tits, around tits, around legs holding them open ..... oh god i wanna show him pussy, show him where he can use me more than this little vibe is using me. i feel the chair getting wet and slimy with cunt and i can smell it. The beatings begin again, the nipples twisted and pulled. You want more? i nod and moan, more please. He parts my lips with two of his fingers. i wanted to come, but it wasn't time. Sooooooo close.

The buckle of his pants rattles open and zipper sounds follow. He pulled the gag from my mouth and fed me his cock. i want to take it all so i do and i want to nurse the head so i do.... sometimes he's fucking my mouth and sometimes he's just feeling my wetness and then i'm gagging and then sucking and then he moves away.....

.... he helped me kneel on the floor and then to all fours where the beating began again. One cheek, the other, together, thighs please, heavenly pussy feeling it and then something felt like liquid pain running down my ass. i wonder if he loved hearing my screams..... but i didn't move.

This wasn't Sir i was with last night during this scene, but was encouraged by Sir to do this scene..... and when i asked my partner tonight if he "felt" anything during this scene, any good feelings of power or of control, he said no. Any feelings of pleasure.... he said yes, he "came", but he doesn't experience it, nor feel it, not like i do. But he knows i like it, so he does it.

It is very pleasurable, this bdsm play. i'm lucky to be loved. But, there is little exchange of power going on, if any, and i wonder it i can carry this bdsm portion of the relationship by myself, and i do know that it is nowheres near a D/s relationship.