Category: Floggers

Girl Play

On By Enigmatic AmorIn Aftercare, Fantasy, Floggers, Flogging, Friend1 Comment

When Daddy came to visit he brought many of his toys with him. He brought two floggers, a crop, a tawse and El Jefe and Goddess. Not only did I get Daddy for a visit but they came out to see us at the same time. I was a lucky girl!

We all had a perfect weekend together. We visited and relaxed, we went out to eat and stayed in to cook. On Sunday night we had play time. Goddess likes a good flogging just as much as I do. Rather than her hubby beating her Daddy had other ideas.

"You're going to flog her Baby Girl." I looked around the room to each of them. Daddy said it very matter-of-factly. I had been talking about doing this. Looks like it was time to put up or shut up, ha!

Goddess stripped off her clothes and the men set up the table. We don't have a spanking bench here so at my house we use the kitchen table. Fortunately, Goddess is as tall as I am so it worked for her too. She had to spread her legs a bit which gave me more options to spank her.

Daddy gave me some instructions and told me her limits. I could not hit her on her back because of surgeries she's had. So I would focus my attention on her ass and thighs.

I began by caressing her. My fingers ran up her back and across her ass. She was beautiful laying there naked for me. Her skin was incredibly soft. Her sexy back and ass were mine to touch.

I put any nerves aside and began to decide how to do this. I had all Daddy's past play in my mind. I knew what felt good for me and Goddess is similar so I knew it was just a matter of me learning how to do it.

I began with the crop. It was the crop that feels less stingy than others so I knew it was a safe bet. I tapped her on the ass and thighs gauging the feel and her reactions. I began too light. I began to work a little harder with each round. I looked over at Daddy for reassurance. He used his hand to imitate a faster tapping. That's right, I thought, he does use fast light taps to warm the skin.

I changed my technique to continue faster as he had motioned. Then when her skin seemed warmer I gave her some heavier swats. She jumped with each one. How fun!

Now I picked up the small flogger that Daddy made for me. I wanted more control so I held it on the end rather than using the finger holds. I tested how to hit her ass at the right angle without sliding off. I kept flogging her…correcting my angle and hold when Daddy pointed it out. All the while I caressed her warm body while I flogged her. I was beginning to love this.

I raked my nails over her ass and thighs. I rubbed my hand up along her inner thigh. I knew Daddy would touch my pussy at this point because I'd be aching for it. I wanted to touch hers but didn't know how far I should go. She seemed to like all I was doing though I think I was too light in general. First time timidity, you know.

I moved to the heavy buffalo flogger. It packs quite a wallop. I had to learn how to flogg with such a heavy instrument. I loved it though. Daddy showed me how to stand and angle the falls across her ass. I loved the physicality of swinging that flogger. I loved the way it made Goddess jump and how her ass moved with the reverberation of the strike. That is so hot to watch.

I should have flogged her thighs more I realize now. Daddy had recently caned and tawsed my thighs and the memory of that pain made me shy away from inflicting the same on her. It was my first time flogging her, your understanding of a person grows each time.

I finished with the tawse. The two straps of leather with a space in-between makes for a stingy sensation. I only used this a bit but it brought out some nice red marks on her ass. Yay.

Afterwards, I ran my hands all over her back and ass. I caressed her hair and helped her up. I got yummy hugs from her and got to cuddle her on the couch. Yay for aftercare, my favorite!

Thank you Goddess for being my first real victim! ❤️❤️

Vacation…soon

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Hey lovelies.  I’ve wanted to write all week but what to write about?  Daddy is in another state not sleeping much.  I’m here with a teen going through major emotional upheaval.  Not exactly a hotbed of BDSM. 

We are going on vacation next week, yay.  Our best friends El Jefe and Goddess are getting married again. They have been hitched for 10 years but never did all the fun and fancy until now.  So off we all go to Cancun.  Whoop! 

They have their families along so I don’t think it’ll be all naked fun all the time but we’ll squeeze some fun in I’m sure.  Mr. D and I will have 7 blessedly sinful days together.  Ahhhh.  I will keep you posted. 

The Beatings will Continue until Morale Improves

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Mr. D and I had a couples massage for a treat.  I had a woman who gave an incredibly deep massage.  My shoulders and upper back were quite sore when she was done.  She told me to let her know if she was hurting me, but when you’re supposed to be a masochist and your Dominant is lying next to you it feels pretty ridiculous to tell a short round woman, “Oh please stop, that hurts.”  She said I was a mess, I took her word for it and let her do her job.  

We stopped at Daddy’s favorite cigar bar and I met some friends of his. We enjoyed a few drinks and later arrived home.   We laid on the bed for a bit, we were nicely toasty by then. He told me to stay as he left the room so I took off my clothes and knelt in obeisance waiting for him.  When he returned he took my hand and led me to the spanking bench. 

I was so happy that he wanted impact play.  I love every expression of what he does to me.  I mount the bench and I am his. I am his willing plaything.  My hair falls over my face and I’m cocooned in the sensations he provides.  His voice caresses me while his instruments play across my body.

Many times it is impact play and other things as well.  He has tied me to the bench, he has facefucked me on the bench.  He has made me wear plugs and other inserted things.  This time though it was pure impact play.  

He used a feather duster to awaken my skin and tease my nerve endings. Then he used a long leather flogger to prime me.  I so love that flogger.  It is heavy yet he wields it in such a way that it can provide thuddy pleasure.  After he warmed me up with soft strokes he used this flogger to give me its bite and sting. I squirmed on the bench when he did this.  The bite of it makes me whimper and move away from it. But this warms my skin and makes me feel completely alive.   

He knows when I have reached my limit on one area of my body so he switches to another.  He used several different crops on my back.  With the soreness lingering from the massage I felt every biting smack of those crops.  It wasn’t a respite from the pain it just moved the playing field.  

“I want you to slip away and fly but I don’t think you will today.”  I wondered how he knew.  I felt languid and fully under his spell but he was right, I didn’t feel like I would go into subspace.  He switched to the heavy buffalo flogger.  This flogger is fairly new to us.  When he wields it the impact packs an intense wallop.  The sensation is very like being punched. Every strike to my ass jolts me forward on the bench and forces my voice and breath from me.  I hear myself grunting as the hit ricochets through me. I absolutely love it.  I feel every ounce of his power in those strikes.  I am putty under his punishing blows.   I want more, ever more.

Again he switched to something new.  He never rests from the onslaught but he is in my head.  He knows when to change rhythm, when to move from back to thighs to ass.  We are a matched pair dancing the timeless steps of the sadist and masochist.  He comes around to my face and holds a piece of leather to my lips.  “The one I made especially for you, slut.” It was the slapper he had fashioned himself.  I ran my lips over it, bit it lightly to feel it in my teeth. God, how I love this man. 

When he was done he told me, “Rise when you are ready.  Hold the sides and step down, one foot at a time.” I rose and was relieved I had listened to him and held on.  I was so limp I would have fallen.  I wasn’t in subspace all the way but I was certainly very deep into the sensations and experience. It took me time to come back together. 

“Look what you do to me.  I’ve been dripping the whole time.” I held his hand to steady myself and saw that his cock was hard and he was indeed dripping. I can’t tell you how much that thrills me.  To know that he clearly is very turned on by what we do gives me such a rush of joy. 

“Run your fingers up the base.” He’s teaching me how to milk him.  I put my fingers around the base of his cock and run them up the vein on the underside of him.  As they reach the tip, his come floods out if I’ve done it right. I took my prize and licked my fingers as he watched. 

Implements of Torture

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To christen our new home in a new state I wanted to get Daddy something special, something to enhance our D/s lifestyle. We had seen a beautiful Bison flogger together when we chose my collar.  I had thought about it many times since then and he had mentioned it too. So, that is what I chose for him.  

While I was on the Stockroom website I looked around at other things too.  I found a beautifully made tawse.  I was so excited to find it.  Tawses are old school implements that teachers in England and Scotland used to discipline children.  They are usually made from one single piece of leather with a handle.  The long slapper is split down the middle and looks something like a tuning fork in shape. The split is supposed to give it a distinctive sting.  This one has a handsome pattern stamped on the handle.  It is very nice, very quality-made.  

Tawse from Stockroom

Daddy asked me to look around in Scotland when I was there for a tawse.  I never found one.  I researched them and found out that they stopped using them in schools decades ago.  So, I was doubly excited to be able to fulfill this desire.  

The Bison leather made the new flogger quite a bit heavier than his cowhide floggers.  It also has a smooth and shapely Granadillo wood handle. I loved the feel of it and really hoped he liked using it.  When we got to the house and unpacked I tucked both toys under my side of the bed for the right time to give them to him.  

Bison Flogger from Stockroom

Monday came and after our errands and lunch Daddy said he wanted to beat me.  “Is that alright with you?” He asked.

“That sounds perfect to me Daddy.”  He knows I will never turn down play time.  It is my absolute favorite pastime. 

I knelt on the floor on my side of the bed at his feet.  “I have a surprise for you Daddy.  I wanted to give you something to celebrate the beginning of our life here in this new place.”  I brought out the flogger first and then the tawse.  

He was very pleased with both of his gifts. “Thank you very much baby girl.  If you want to play now, go present yourself.”  I rose from his feet and went into the spanking room.

(I have no affiliation to the Stockroom.  I’m just a happy customer.  I hope by linking to their site that they will be okay with me showing you their pictures.)

Poly Play – Part One

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Still in Mexico, it was our last full day there.  We took ourselves to the pool once more.  This time Painted Lady tried the brownie and she was very horny by the time we had been in the pool long enough for one drink.  She very rarely does something like that so it hit her hard and fast. 

She made it clear to Coupe that she was feeling quite playful and wanting him.  They have a fun casual thing between them.  They each date other people but when we all get together they are a pair. The two of them drifted off to the other side of the pool to get hot and heavy.

Meanwhile, the rest of us were drinking and carrying on.  We were feeling no pain. El Jefe pinned his wife, Goddess, to the side of the pool and gave her a deep kiss.  I was feeling feisty by then after all that had happened that morning.  When El Jefe was done kissing his wife I said, “My turn!” and locked Goddess in a kiss.  There is something very provocative about her.  She has a naturally sexual quality to her.   

We kissed and it was the first truly sexual kiss we’ve shared.  Before, I was too timid.  This time I was all in.  It was hot and so sinfully decadent.  I have no idea if anyone in the pool noticed two women kissing, I really didn’t care at all.  I was captivated by her. 

Soon after that, El Jefe kissed me too.  It was the first time I’d ever kissed him. Clearly, we all had sex on our minds. Goddess and the men headed up to the room.  Lady and I stayed to finish one last round of drinks.  I knew we’d be playing upstairs in the room soon but Lady wasn’t ready to go up.  We got our drinks and were sipping them. I looked up at our balcony and saw Coupe, young stud that he is, wielding a leather flogger over his head.  That was a real clear message…get your derrières up here!

I pointed to the balcony, “They want us to come up Lady.  Look.” Again, we looked up and now Coupe was motioning us up while I saw a flogger being used in the background.  Daddy was swinging the flogger over the chaise lounge set back on the deck.  Oooo, that meant Goddess was getting her birthday present. What the hell was I still doing in the pool?!?!?

“Come on Lady, we’re going!” I said and headed towards the pool stairs.  Lady came following with her drinks in hand.  She was still heavily under the affects of the brownie.

“You have to drink this,” she said. She handed me one of her happy hour drinks and I downed it.  We had to get upstairs.  We were missing it.

As we entered the room, three sets of eyes turned our way. “We were wondering when you’d get up here,” Daddy said.  He was flogging Goddess, her backside was already very red.  Coupe was caressing her legs and her ass between strokes of the flogger.  El Jefe was standing nearby watching and making sure Goddess was doing well.  I think he and Daddy were taking turns flogging her by the looks of it.  Later Daddy told me all three of them had taken turns.  I was impressed since I knew Coupe did not have much experience with a flogger before then. 

I knelt down near Goddess’ upper body and ran my fingers gently over the marks on her back. She made happy sighs so I kept doing it.  She turned her head to look at me so I kissed her.  She returned the kiss with fervor. The flogging continued while we kissed.  At some point I looked up and Lady was there.  She kissed Goddess passionately as I watched.  I had a front row seat to the action. After a while, Lady turned and kissed me as well. 

“It’s the birthday boy’s turn.” Someone said and Goddess rose to let El Jefe take her place on the chaise. He laid down on his back so he could see and be felt by all the women. He did not want to be flogged, he wanted to be pleasured.  He pulled me to him and we kissed.  El Jefe is gifted with an extremely long and talented tongue.  He’s rather famous for it. Kissing him is quite intense.  I’m pretty sure he held back because kissing him with all that incredible tongue in action would be almost too much.  

At one point I came up for air and looked down to see that Goddess was giving him a blowjob.  I was thrilled.  I had hoped we’d all play sexually but it had never happened before then.  I think we had finally gotten comfortable enough with each other.  I turned back to him and Lady was there kissing him.

“I want to taste those.” El Jefe said after he and Lady came up for air. He was looking at my breasts.  I shucked off my bikini top and lifted my breasts to his lips. He suckled them and his incredible tongue worked me over. Lady moved down to give him head along with Goddess. 

After a couple minutes, Lady was moving about and fell right on her ample behind.  All play stopped to make sure she was okay.  Daddy put a pillow down on the ground so she could kneel comfortably.  The deck wasn’t the most comfortable area for sexual play but that’s where it happened. Coordinating multiple people sexually in a small space is interesting to say the least. Other than this one mishap, I think we did really well.

Play continued with El Jefe pulling me into a long kiss again.  I wrapped my hand around his cock since it seemed to be free at that moment.  I told him, “I think Goddess should get on top of this.” Wanting  him to have the full birthday experience. 

He said, “I think you should get on top of it.” At this comment I stopped short.  What should I do?? I want to please El Jefe but am I allowed? I looked over at Daddy who was sitting and watching. Did he hear the request? He made no sign to me.  Do I break the rhythm? Do I do what he wants? What about condoms? Daddy’s fixed but no one else here is.  Help!  

I looked at Daddy again.  He clearly did not see that I was in a dither. I went back to kissing El Jefe and stroking his cock with my hand. Almost immediately after that he reached orgasm and Goddess’ lips slipped right down over his cock meeting my hand.  She swallowed his load and came up smiling at me like the Cheshire Cat. Whew, wifey to the rescue! That was amazing.

Coming Alive Again

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We were having a relaxing day. Breakfast was done and he went out to have a cigar.  Usually that means he is occupied for about an hour.  I decided to have a shower and get dressed so we could go run some errands when he was done. 

I dried off and put on a sexy pair of red lace thong panties for later. As I was pulling a pair of jeans shorts over the panties I looked down the hall and Daddy was standing there watching me. My heart raced a little.  He pointed at my shorts and lowered his finger to the ground.  Oh my, I don’t think we’re going to the store, I thought as I lowered the shorts. 

I kept my eyes on him as he walked down the hall.  He looked me up and down as I stood there in nothing but panties.  “Very nice. I was wondering where you had gone.  I called for you but no answer.” He said as he kissed me.

“Sorry Daddy, I was showering.”

“I see that now.  I was ready to have a nice relaxing blowjob while I had my cigar but you weren’t around.”

“I’m sorry Daddy.” I felt bad.  I had inadvertently missed a cue.

“You should be. Put on your collar and meet me in the dining room.” Then he was gone.  My heart raced faster. I threw off the wet towel on my head, shook out my wet hair and followed him to the dining room.

The chairs were pulled out from the table and the table was clear of everything but the red tablecloth that was on it. He wasn’t there at first.  He came in from the patio holding a length of rope as I was surveying the room.  “Lean over the table, arms out.”  I did as told, stretching my body across the table.  My thighs were up against the edge with my ass out and my breasts on the table top. “Is that a good height?” He asked.  We had never played on this table before.  My grandmother’s dining table. 

“Yes Daddy, it’s good.” I stretched my body out on its surface, my arms in front of me.  When he’s tied me before it’s been on his padded spanking bench or a bed.  The hard table was something new.  He looped the rope several times then laced my wrists in the loops.  He tied me off across the  table to the adjacent bar. Fortunately the bar does not currently have wineglasses in it. “You know the words that will release you if needed?” He asked.  I told him I did.  Our safe words are the standard ‘red’ and ‘yellow’.

Now, I’m stretched across the table with my feet steady on the ground and my ass presented to him.  His hands caress all over my back, butt, and thighs.  I close my eyes to enjoy the warm up for I know some of what is to come.  First, he spanked me barehanded.  He has big, warm hands.  He is incredibly strong and I felt his power in those first strikes.  He spanked me and I bounded forward on the table from the force.  My grandmother’s table creaked under me.  Randomly, I thought of Daddy just recently gluing and fixing the chairs and that he might end up having to do the same to the table.  The strange places one’s mind wanders at the beginning of a beating.

I tilted my head to the side, the table was hard under me.  Daddy had tied me with play in the line so I could move around a bit.  He picked up an implement, possibly an English riding crop and I felt the sting of it.  There were warm up taps all over my ass then he struck me hard.  I know I squirmed and let out breathy noises.  I really try to breath and take as much as possible.  His fingers pushed between my legs and felt my sex.  I was already growing wet and we’d only just started. He positioned the crop up against my clit and moved it back and forth in rapid succession.  It teased my clit so much.  There isn’t enough room between my thighs for any big strikes so I relaxed and pushed out my ass to give Daddy more access. 

His fingers pushed against my clit and rubbed hard.  I moaned into the tabletop.  Next, I felt and heard something different, something new. The sound was light. It was oh so stingy. He was relentless with the swatting implement.  At one point I was close to my breaking point and said,”No please, no Daddy.” Whimpering to him and hoping he’d stop. 

“You’re asking the wrong person, Daddy’s not here.” I had no idea what he meant, I just wanted the stinging to stop.  The cheeks of my ass were getting most of the onslaught and I was close to crying.  

Again I said,”Please Daddy, please no more!” 

“Daddy’s not here, Daddy is the nice one.” He said as he continued to beat my ass with the stingy thing.  “You know how to properly beg for what you want, slave. Or do you no longer want to be my slave?” What? Wait. I did? Oh yes! I did know. It finally occurred to me, my proper protocol.

“Please Sir…please Sir!” I said.  My voice quavered. Pitiful little voice.

“That’s better, slave.” The stinging stopped, thank god. He moved to my side and roughly lifted my head by my hair.  I looked up at him and he kissed me.  I clung to his lips like a castaway on a sinking ship.  Our connection, his lips, these were my saviors right then. “You know what that was, don’t you?”  I shook my head.  “That was the stingy toy you bought for Goddess.” He showed me the toy.  It was a crop with a long handle and a plastic red hand for the swatting end.  I had bought it to tease Goddess and now he was using it on me.

“Lift yourself up.” He said.  I raised up on my forearms, my breasts only slightly on the table.  He chose a different crop this time.  It felt like a crop but slightly different.  It was less stingy, easier on my skin.  He peppered my back with a light smattering of hits.  He focused some stronger strikes on my shoulders which felt almost like a massage.  I loved that.  

After some time spent using the second crop he switched to his heavy flogger.  This flogger is well oiled leather so it feels very heavy on the skin.  He used it mainly on my ass.  The tops of my asscheeks took many hard hits.  It hits so heavily that it felt like I was being punched with it. Each strike forced out a blast of breath and a staccato sound from me. Wetness from my pussy coated the insides of my thighs. He stopped for a moment and rubbed his hard cock against my heat emitting ass.  “See what you do to me?” He said.  I pushed back against him.  I wanted him inside me so badly.  He teased me with his body pushed up against mine, his hands pushing up under my chest to grab my breasts.  I moaned shamelessly for him.  

He continued flogging me.  My back and ass took the heat.  Finally he rested.  I could hear his labored breathing.  It is quite a workout to flog and beat someone like that.  He untied me from the bar and grabbed the rope at my wrists.  He pulled me unceremoniously down the hall to our bedroom. I saw rive let’s of sweat running down his back.  “Get on the bed.” He said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.  He untied me and said, “Keep your arms out on the bed, do not move them. Eyes closed.”  After being tied for so long, he knew all I ached for was to touch him.  Damn it, I thought.  I could have cried right then.  I wanted connection. “Legs spread, knees bent.”  He mounted the bed with his cock against my pussy. Connection, I would get. 

To be continued…

Hotel Play

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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.

Taken

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As promised, he made he his again. I am owned, I am slut, I am slave.

I wore red. A red dress with a zipper from cleavage to hem. It was to mirror the red he made me wear before I left. Red heels and a red dress.  He couldn’t take his eyes off me.  His roommates got to see me for all of 30 seconds before I was taken off to the bedroom.

I entered his room with him following right behind me.  He put his hand in my hair and kissed me, claimed me. “Kneel.” 

I knelt at his feet in my place.  He took down his pants and pushed his cock into my mouth.  It felt good, it felt like home.  My face pushed up into him as I took his whole cock deep into my throat.  I just knew my freshly done makeup was smearing across my face.

He pulled back and away from me.  Left me there panting slightly.  Turned off lights and undressed. “Kneel.” I had slipped down onto my butt to be lower when I needed to swallow his cock.  I sat up on my knees again.  He took his heavy flogger and circled it around my neck.  He kissed me again deeper this time.  I was intoxicated by him and by what was to come. He pushed my chin up and back while his lips and teeth assaulted my throat.  He knows how much that makes me tremble.  His power is so complete when he does that.  It takes all my control to not run in that moment. He knows it.

“Take it off.” I rose and unzipped the dress all the way, letting it fall to the ground.  I unclasped my bra and let it fall.  I pushed down my thong until it lay pooled on the floor as well.  I stood before him naked.

“Kneel on the bed facing the headboard.” I climbed up on the bed and got into position.  His fingers probed my pussy.  I was wet.  I was surprised.  I didn’t feel like I was yet but his control over me does that without me knowing. I also felt pain when he touched my clit.  The wand we used on Sunday had rubbed me raw while between us and I could feel where it had ground into my pelvis.  I thought about mentioning it but it would have broken the mood and I had a feeling tonight was going to be about pain anyway so I let it go.

He pulled back from me and the falls of the flogger hit me hard on the ass.  I cried out.  No warm up, no pretense, just immediate harsh hits.  They fell two in a row one on each cheek then he backed off with smaller hits to sooth and spread the pain.  Again two harsh stinging hits and then lighter ones to coax the sting over my skin.  Intermittently, his fingers would probe my pussy.  Then the flogging would begin again.  He was not gentle and I was jumpy.  I knew this was going to be a rough night.  He would take me, he would mark me.

He pushed his dry fingers against my asshole.  I startled.  “Nervous?” He queried but didn’t wait for a reply.  His face pushed into my ass as his tongue and hot moisture assaulted my puckered hole.  I moaned loudly.   The juxtaposition of the harsh nerve-grating pain to the hot wetness of his tongue made me go limp with ache for him. I wanted him badly.

He pulled away from me and the flogger began to touch me on my sex.  He flogged my thighs and my pussy. I had pushed back against his tongue which had exposed my tender bits for the bite 0f his flogger even more. It stung and hurt so that I jumped in place on the bed.

He mounted the bed behind me. I was so relieved to feel his cock push into me.  He felt massively huge.  He is very well endowed but he felt even larger than usual.  Perhaps the time away, or that my pussy was swollen from being flogged, either way he pushed hard into me and it felt like he wasn’t going to fit until he slid it finally.  I was dry from the flogging but he was not taking no for an answer. “What is that baby? What do you feel?”

“Your cock Daddy. Your cock inside me.”  I lifted up to say it because my face had been all the way down in the covers.  The change in angle gave him a bit more access and he pushed in deeper.

“That’s right. And what are you?” He was goading me.  He was forcing me to submit.

“Your slut Daddy. I’m your slut.” I wanted to cry out.  His cock stretching me felt so good.  I was his, I was back where I belonged.  He began to fuck me in earnest.  “Yes, yes Daddy, oh yes. I’m your slut Daddy.”

“On your back.” He backed off and I turned over for him.  “Spread your legs and keep them spread.” He put my hands on my knees so I would keep my legs up and wide open. He was sitting between my legs and took his flogger in hand again.  I’m sure I visibly cringed.  He doubled the flogger so the falls were shortened in his hand.  He flogged my spread open pussy and it stung so much! I cried out and tried to keep my legs open but the pain in such a tender spot made it so hard to control my body. “Keep them open!” He growled.  I flung them wide again with a whimper.

The flogging of my pussy continued until finally he put down the flogger and outright slapped my pussy with his palm twice in rapid succession. I convulsed almost in two from the pain of it.  It smarted so much. To feel that kind of pain in such a vulnerable spot left me breathless and feeling violated. He knew he had me, he made me keep my legs open myself.  It was invasive mentally more than any other way.

He mounted me again and began to fuck my dry pussy.  The pain of the spanking was fading but my pussy was raw now.  My body gave off some moisture when he began to fuck me but not nearly enough.  He got lube and put some on me. It burned like fire for a minute because I was abraded but that subsided when he entered me again.  He began to fuck me and I began to respond.  The pain was gone, thank goodness and my body began to respond to him again. I moaned and desperately wanted to lose myself in the feeling.”Look at me.” He wanted to see me. He wanted me for him and to not slip away.  I looked into his piercing blue eyes and saw him claiming me. I saw the intensity of him and I felt his power.

“Play with yourself.” I put my hand between us and rubbed my clit while he fucked me.  I could feel my body respond exponentially. “I’ll give you a predicament baby girl. I’ll count to ten and if you haven’t cum I’m getting out the wand.” He knows I love/hate that thing.  I kept playing with my clit and he counted. “1…2…3…4…5…10.” He skipped half the numbers and grinned like a Cheshire Cat when he said ten.

He flipped my leg over him so that I was on my side.  I know what he wants when he puts me in this position.  He wants my ass. He lubed my ass and pushed his finger in.  I struggled but then felt the pleasure of his finger sliding in my ass so I settled down and began to enjoy it.  He mounted me for what I thought would be more pussy fucking with his finger inside my ass.  But it wasn’t to be that easy. He positioned himself at the entrance to my ass and I panicked.  I had no time to prepare for this and he’s so big.  He wasn’t really going to do this right now, was he?

“You have a pillow right there if you feel the need to scream.” Oh shit, he was absolutely serious.  This was going to happen right now with no preparation.  I grabbed onto the comforter and desperately tried to relax because tension was only going to make this worse. He pushed his cock to the entrance of my ass and it prickled with pain.  He could tell he wasn’t going in.  He pulled back and pushed his finger inside me again, fucking my ass more.  “Breathe woman.”

I relaxed by command alone.  “She’s relaxed and ready for me.” He pulled his fingers out and mounted me again.   He pushed his cock in and my body gave way just a bit.  I am never sure, when he starts, if I’m going to tear or if my asshole will stretch for him.  He was going too fast for it to stretch right then.

“Slow Daddy, please slow.” I cried out.  I wanted to cry.  That wasn’t going to help me so I sucked it up and relaxed.  Finally he slid inside.  I was so relieved.  Then he began to fuck my ass.  It was so incredibly tight.  It was a little painful but as he fucked me it got better and I began to enjoy the feeling.  Then he fucked harder and faster.  It was too fast for me to get used to it so I just bore it.  I had no other choice, he was not to be denied.

After a few minutes he pulled out. “On your stomach.”  I was barely breathing, I had been holding on for him to finish or my body to give in.  Something. I got onto my stomach.  If he was going to fuck my pussy now, I’d be fine.  I wanted him to finish well, I wanted this to end well. But when he mounted me he was going to fuck my ass again.  I balked.   I couldn’t take it again.  In my mind I said,“Red, now is the time to call Red.”  Out loud I cried out, “Oh no please Daddy.” I hoped he’d hear me.  I wanted it to stop.  

He heard the fright in my voice and stopped.  I was so relieved.  That was so hard.  I wanted to cry but I kept it together.  I was stunned and confused.  I had lost the good feeling at some point along the path and didn’t understand what happened.

“What are you thinking?” He asked.  I shook my head.  I couldn’t figure out how to put it into words. I couldn’t rightly decide what had happened.”Maybe I should put a pad of paper by the bed then you can tell me.”  That made me sad.  I can’t always verbalize my feelings right afterward.  But I feel like we talk and I do tell him how I feel.  I try really hard not to just write everything here but to talk with him too.

We snuggled but he felt distant, like he was far away in his thoughts.  We are both out in new territory sometimes in this lifestyle.  Just because he’s the Dominant doesn’t mean he has it all figured out.  I mentioned that he felt distant and he told me that he needed processing time too. He said maybe it was too soon after me being gone for such a deep session.  Perhaps.  Somehow, it felt less consensual. Is this slavehood?  Was it me not submitting enough? I don’t know.

We talked and snuggled and eventually we made love and it was really amazing.  He laughed afterwards because I had told him we’d have to be really nice to my sore pussy tomorrow and then we ended up having sex right after that.

Dungeon Flogging Class

On By Enigmatic AmorIn Exploration, Floggers, Flogging, Leather, Mr. D2 Comments

We arrived at our flogging class.  It was at a local dungeon with about 20 other people attending.  The instructor was very good, I thought. He showed us a slow motion technique to learn Florentine flogging.  This is a two-handed flogging technique.  There are patterns that you can learn.  The first was a four step pattern and the second was a six step pattern.  Mr. D and I both felt the six step pattern was actually a little easier to pick up.

We practiced the patterns while the instructor came around and watched each of us and gave us pointers.  Even though this was Mr. D’s first time with Florentine he was well practiced at flogging already.  The instructor said to him, “I doubt I’m teaching you anything at all.” 

It was really fun. I hate to admit it but I haven’t practiced at all since then.  I would love to get to the point where I’m really good at it.  I would love to flog people and give them that release and that experience.  I don’t think there is anything wrong with a submissive topping someone to give them pleasure.  It seems to me this would be one more service I can offer.

There was a play party after the class so we stayed at the dungeon for that as well.  It started very slowly because it was pretty early.  We sat and watched the crowd grow and listened to some nearby conversations between our classmates.  One woman from the class entertained us by being an attention seeking person. I had noticed her in class.  She was overly eager for anyone to notice her.  It’s fun to people watch but even more so at a dungeon. The personalities are more pronounced.

After a bit, one couple began rope play in the middle of the great room. It was mesmerizing to watch the detail and concise movements of the guy tying the ropes.  His girlfriend was a petite thing and he tied her quickly and well.  He ended up suspending her from a wire placed above the room for that purpose.  It was an interesting scene to watch.

After they were done, Mr. D and I walked about the dungeon looking into all the rooms. We saw a woman from the class with her Dominant.  She was absolutely gorgeous and we had both remarked on her looks during the class.  Her Dominant had her stretched over a pummel horse and was doing different things to her.  Things like flogging and spanking but the interesting part to me was that we watched him punch her repeatedly in the back.  It wasn’t like he was angry at all.  It was a part of their sensation play.  I commented to Mr. D and he knew about that type of play.  He said it was impact play and gives a release similar to massage.  

Mr. D asked the DM (Dungeon Master – a person in charge of monitoring the play in the dungeon) how we could use a room. At this dungeon, they had white boards at each door so you simply wrote your name on the board and then you had an hour.  We took the last open room.  It had dark painted walls, a couch and a large massage table. 

“Take off your skirt and your top baby girl.  You can leave on whatever else you like.” I stripped off my skirt, my top, and my bra.  I stood before him in a black thong and strappy black shoes with silver studs.  I’m not sure why I left the shoes on.  I suppose for effect but I later regretted it.  It was a challenge being bent over in the shoes.

“Bend over the table.” His hands caressed me and prepped my skin for the flogger.  Even though I’m a chunky girl, I felt completely fine stripping down in the dungeon. Mr. D puts me at such ease.  His clearly apparent desire for me and his admiration of my curves puts any hesitation I would normally have right out of my mind. If he wants me naked, I get naked.  I’m his to do with as he pleases and to show off as he wishes.

He flogged me for a good amount of time.  There were a few times where he hit me with the flogger and the falls rapped around my body and it stung across my waist and my stomach.  This is very unusual.  Mr. D is very skilled with one handed flogging.  He told me later that all the practice we had done in class has worn out his arm.  He tried a couple left handed strikes to test out his non-dominant arm but clearly did not have the same control.

He had all his implements laid upon the bed next to my head.  I knew what was there, the floggers, the little silicon whip and the stingy hand paddle. He used the little whip and I felt the stinginess more deeply than during the flogging.  The flogging he gave me was hard but there is a different level of sting with the whip.  Then he rubbed the smooth paddle on my ass.  I moaned.

“Yes, you know what that is, don’t you? Beg me for the paddle.”

“Please Daddy, please give me the paddle.” 

He paddled me with it then.  I squirmed and tried to get away from the stingy thing at first.  It has such a concentrated sting and he knows my aversion to it.  Then something happened.  I told myself not to squirm away.  I tried to stay still no matter how much I wanted to flee it.  The more I did that the more I began to like it and want more.

Mr. D stopped and ran his hands over my red ass.  He whispered in my ear and pressed his body into mine.  “I want you baby girl.” His fingers pushed into my sex.  “Mmm, you’re wet.”

“I want you too Daddy.  Please fuck me.” I moaned and pushed my ass into him as proof.

“I want to, but where baby girl?” 

“Right here Daddy, oh please.”

“No baby girl, not here.” 

I sighed.  I ached for him.  I needed him inside me right then.  I could care less who was watching through the doorway.  It probably helped that I was bent over, couldn’t see them and Daddy’s scent and dominance filled my head.

Mr. D was stopping.  We weren’t going to have sex and he was stopping.  I wanted him and I wanted more.  My odd change of heart with the stingy paddle still had my attention.

“Please Daddy may I have more of the paddle?” My voice was soft so he made me ask again.  I really wanted it.  He agreed and took the paddle to my ass fiercely. It was incredible.  The heat, the pain and the sting were palpable.  I was beyond the fear and I wanted every hit he gave me.  I loved it all, took it all.

Afterwards, he gave me aftercare and we said our goodbyes. On the way home Mr. D said, “I was really surprised you asked for the paddle again.”

“So was I.”