A couple weeks ago we stayed at a hotel down in San Diego to visit some friends.  Mr. D brought his toy bag so we could play in the room after we were done visiting. Once it was dark, he turned off all the lights in the room so we couldn’t be seen from outside the room.  He opened the balcony door and said, “Put your hands on the bannister.” I was naked and as I reached out to grab the bannister, I could see down to the pool 15 floors below.  I was grateful there wasn’t anyone done there.  Daddy is the exhibitionist, not me. Well, sometimes, but right then I had a ball of nerves in my stomach as I looked out at the view.  Who was out there?  What could they see?  My feet were inside on the carpet as Daddy commanded so my back was completely horizontal with my breasts swaying in the cool air.  He began to warm me up with the flogger on the back of my thighs.  The stance was just wide enough to be outside of comfortable.  The slider tacks were hard on my feet so that wasn’t changing.  Daddy checked in with me when he noticed me fidgeting.

We tried a couple adjustments but nothing worked.  “Come on in.” He said and I breathed a sigh of relief.  No more balcony tonight.  He put the hotel’s wing chair in front of the window.  “Kneel.” I mounted the chair on my knees.  My arms braced on the arm rests with my feet and my ass hanging off the chair.  This was perfect.  “Damn, you are hot as fuck.” I heard him say.  I love how he admires and appreciates my curves. He began flogging me again.  The sting of the falls bit into my skin and I flinched.  I could feel the wind from the flogger swish over me right before each contact.  I moaned and winced but did my best to fall into the rhythm.

He stopped flogging me and his hand caressed my ass.  His fingers reached underneath me and pushed into my pussy.  He worked them deep inside and my wetness flowed.  He pushed himself up against my body and his cock nosed my pussy and asshole.  The height of the chair was challenging for this.  He fucked mey pussy for a few strokes but the angle kept getting in our way.  I was trapped by the limits of the chair so there wasn’t much I could do to help.  He returned to flogging me. There were several glancing blows to my ass and then he landed some solid hits to my hips on each side.  The sting and the following heat warmed me.  In this position, I gripped the armrests tightly and arched my back more as he beat me.  He worked the flogger up my back and the hits got harder and more stingy.

We had visited a sex store in the area that afternoon and Daddy purchased a new toy.  It has dozens of silicon strings as falls that are bound to a handle.  He decided to try out his new toy.  He paused and picked up the toy.  At first, it was silky and felt ticklish as the silicon raked across my skin.  Then he picked up the pace and the stingy sensations came in.  We both liked the new toy.  He said it wasn’t as flexible as the old whippy toy that it replaced but we were still happy with it.

When he released me from the chair, I rose slowly.  That position of kneeling for a while had put my feet to sleep so I moved gingerly to the bed.  When I laid down I could feel all sorts of pin pricks in my back and my ass.  Daddy had done quite a job on me…even more than I realized.  He mounted the bed between my legs.  I wanted him very much.  When he stopped to bury his face in my pussy, I was torn.  I wanted cock.  I was hot and ready for it. But then his tongue went to work.  I jumped out of my skin, the feelings he gave me were so intense.  I clawed at his back as the intensity of his mouth on my clit grew.  Soon, I was begging him.  “Please Daddy, please fuck me.” I wanted him buried in me.  He let me wallow in need a while longer then finally put his full weight on me.  I was so ready.

I was beyond needy for him at that point. But he wasn’t putting it in. “I can’t, I’m not ready.” My hands were caressing him.  My body arching towards him yet still he wasn’t entering me.  I hadn’t heard him. I looked up at him.  “I’m not hard baby girl.”  Finally, it sunk in.  For whatever reason, he wasn’t ready.  When he first said something, I thought he was teasing me and didn’t pay attention.  He had been ribbing me and teasing me all day with word riddles and I thought he was doing that again.

“Sweetie, we go through a huge range of emotions in every session.” We do.  Every session we have is intense in different ways.  Tonight, his ebb and flow was different than normal.  We stopped and took a breath for a very few minutes.  He stayed between my legs and we kissed.  I was about to change position when he pinned me to the bed.

“Stay right there.” Just as suddenly as we had stopped, we started again.  In that short period of a breath, he was back in the game.  He thrust inside me and I wrapped my legs around him.  The tingles of pain from the flogging added to the sensations he gave me while fucking me.  Afterwards, he made me turn over so he could see his handy work.  There were some pretty good marks on my ass.

Play can be amazing even if you have a few foibles during the course of the evening.  We’re human.  As long as we both have a sense of humor and relax, it is fun no matter what happens.  I do my best to write the truth.  I’m writing our sexual lives, not erotica. I hope you enjoy our fun and maybe learn from our trials.  I know I do.