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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! ❤️❤️

Sting

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I mounted the spanking bench completely naked. He put a blanket over my calves and feet. It protects my feet from errant strikes and gives me some warmth somewhere. The rest of me is exposed and available to his whim.

His hand caressed my ass and back as he contemplated what to do to me. He told me I was his plaything, his toy. “Yes Daddy.” I said. He gripped the hair at the nape of my neck firmly.

“Daddy’s not here now. It is only Master. There is no protection here for you now. Do you understand slut?” 

“Yes D..d..Master.” He has ingrained in me that he is Daddy. He cares for me and protects me. But when we evoke the darkness he quashes Daddy purposefully so that Master may step to the fore. 

I knew then that this would not be a soft and gentle flogging.  It would be harsh. I braced myself. Usually he warms my body and skin with gentler, lighter taps. Not so today. From the beginning to the end it was all sting. 

He used a vicious little red hand shaped crop then a leather crop on my ass.  He has several but one in particular has more sting than the rest. Each swat was a harsh bite into my tender ass. “You know what this is slut?” He asked. I shook my head. He walked around to my face. I lifted up and pushed my hair aside.  He held the crop to my lips. “Open.” He put the loop in my mouth and I bit down on it.  “That’s right, you know this.”

He returned to striking my ass but harder and with more intensity.  I tried not to squirm. I failed miserably but I tried.  So much sting! My ass was on fire. 

“Don’t you like what I have to give you? What are you?” He had been talking the whole time. But what had he been saying? The sting was overwhelming.  I had heard but his voice was so distant. 

“I’m yours Daddy. Master! I’m yours Master.” Damn, I’m failing at this, I thought. 

“Yes, you are mine. You have no choice in that. But WHAT are you?” He struck again and again then waited for a response.

“Your slave! I’m your slave, Master.” I said.

“There, see, was that so hard? I should whip your sensitive thighs for making me wait for an answer.” He switched to the leather slapper he made.  It is a short piece of leather doubled over on itself and sewn into an implement about 12 inches long with a handle.  It carries quite a sting and can be wielded precisely. 


He slapped my ass with it and the sting went deeper and spread out much further than the crop had.  “No squriming.” Then he worked his way down my thighs. Oh my god, the sting on my thighs bloomed and I cried out. It was tenfold the level of sting on my ass.  From the crease down I was soon smoldering with pain. 

As I cried out and squirmed he said, “You remember your words don’t you?” I knew he meant my safe words.

“Yes, I know them Master!” As much as the sting was lighting me up I did not want to use my words.  I can’t remember if I have ever used them. Maybe once, maybe never. They are there but I don’t want to use them. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to worry the Daddy in him. And as much as the pain was setting me on fire, I didn’t want this to end. 

Finally, he stopped hitting my thighs. They were throbbing still. He came around and pushed his cock into my face. “See what this does to me? See what you do to me?” His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

“Open your mouth slave.” I reached my hand up to move my hair. With my head down it covered my face in a blanket of blonde. “I didn’t say move your hair!” He pushed his cock and a mouthful of hair into my face. Cum dripped into my hair as I tried to obey. 

He pulled back and went back around behind me again. “Now slave, it is time for you to count. You know your words. That is the only way this will stop.”  He took his buffalo flogger, which is the heaviest one he owns. It hits you full force like a fist. The weight of it is significant. 

He began. He gave no mercy. It was full intensity from the beginning. “One Master!” I cried. Then again, “Two! Master. ” My whole body rocked forward with each strike. “Three! Master.” I went limp and held onto the bench with my hands. I didn’t want to flinch. I didn’t want to run. “Four, Master.”

On he continued at full force. Usually, he strikes in a rhythm. One, two, three, four. Two to each side then rest or some such rhythm where he breaks when he inherently knows I’m reaching a limit.  He’s so intuitive to where I am mentally.  This time, there was no break. The higher I counted the faster he got and soon I couldn’t count.  I tried.  I failed. 

I agonized until I realized he would not stop. There would be no break.  He would break me first. The pain was incredible. I took it and took it and still he did not stop. My mind was in turmoil.  Make it stop! You can stop it! He said use your words. Oh god no. Daddy will stop it. 

But there was no time to think. The pain was mounting.  He had planted the seed. Use your words. “Yellow!” I said. Then I sobbed as he immediately stopped. “Yellow Master, yellow.” It had stopped but I hadn’t.  He made sure I was okay to stand then he led me to the bedroom and had me lie on the bed. I was bewildered. I had used my safe word. One of them.  Yellow is to pause, Red is full stop. 

He moved about the room then laid beside me on the bed. “I used my safe word.” He nodded.  

“I meant for you to use it.” He held me and made sure I was coming down safely.

“I said yellow but we stopped.” I was confused.  Why had we stopped?  Granted, I was deep in a submissive place and still reeling from the pain and endorphins. 

“Daddy’s prerogative.” He held me and asked if I was okay. I thought he’d want sex then but he just held me until I returned. 

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. 

Flood – Erotica

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After dinner, Andrea finished up dishes and stepped into the shower. She could hear the TV in the other room. Her duties were done and she happily let the water course over her body, washing away the tension of the day. 

Slipping on a nightshirt, she sat in front of the computer. She loved this time of night when everyone was relaxed or asleep and she could just browse emails or read articles. It was her time.

John’s deep voice startled her from the door of the room. “My girl, I have a task for you.” 

His command was soft though Andrea knew there wasn’t a possibility of her saying no. “Yes, my Master.” Her heart beat hard and rapid at the uttering of this phrase. 

 “Come, kneel here on the carpet. Table for me sweetie.”

She walked over to him and knelt. Andrea’s hands touched the floor, lifting her back flat as a table for him. Kneeling there at his feet, she felt very vulnerable and exposed. Her nightshirt bloused out from her breasts as they hung freely. Her round ass was fully visible. As he circled her, she spread her legs as she knew he’d want her to do. Arching her back slightly, her sex was exposed for him.

“Touch yourself girl.” Her heart beat faster as she obeyed. Shifting her weight to one hand, she reached the other back to her sex. Her fingers rubbed the tiny nub of her clit. She felt it throb under her fingers as they moved. 

“I want you to come for me doll.” Lowering her head, her long hair grazed the carpet and caressed her shaking arm. Her weight held by one arm was going to take its toll.

Working her fingers faster on her clit, Andrea panted from the exertion of holding the pose and from her body’s reaction. Holding her breath, she bucked as she felt the first waves of her orgasm roll over her. A light sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead, her cheeks flushed from her ecstasy as she looked up to him.

 “Mmm, nicely done, my girl. Now, strip for me.” Her face a mask of obedience, she stripped off her night shirt and stayed kneeling there until he returned with a bit which he put between her teeth. In his hands, were clamps which he tightened on her nipples. The fire and the pain of the clamps burned through her, making her whimper against the bit in her mouth. She wouldn’t let her pain get the best of her.  Thankfully, the warmth was beginning to spread through her body from her fiery nipples.

With flogger in hand, John indicated that she stand up. With her hands clasped behind her, she stood before him. The falls of the flogger caressed her breasts and chest. At first the sensation was teasing and offered some distraction from the pinching on her nipples. This did not last. The whipping began in earnest and she bit into the wooden dowel in her teeth. The sting of each fall barely had time to mellow before she felt the sting begin on her other breast. Each time the falls happened to strike her tortured nipples she would jump and had to resist backing up from him.

Finally, John stopped after they were both panting and flushed. Her breasts and nipples were on fire; her loins were also on fire from the sensations washing over her. 

“Back on your knees my pet. I want another orgasm from you now. Give it to me.” Kneeling by the bed, she felt his hand gently on her back pushing her chest down onto the soft comforter. Any other time, she would have loved the restful position but this time it only caused her to feel the hot licking pain in her nipples even more.

She spread her knees wide and reached her fingers down to touch her throbbing pussy. Heat emanated from her sodden lips as her fingers caressed up and down her pink inner walls. As her fingers touched her swollen clit she came almost immediately. The throbbing intensified as moans escaped her.

Completely spent and sore, she looked up to her beloved and was greeted with a sight that made her heart sink. His eyes were twinkling with pleasure and mischievousness at the same time. In his hand was a dildo. In his eyes was a command.

Taking a minute to digest the expectation, she rose on shaky legs before him. “Yes, my Master.” As he removed the nipple clamps she cried out in pain as the blood rushed back to the damaged area, the pain of it bringing back the whipping all over again.

Pushing her back on the bed, she stretched out before him and took the dildo in her hand. Looking up into his eyes, she found the desire there strong and fervent. A moment before, she had no idea where she would find the strength or impetus to perform any further. 

Now, with his pleasure surrounding her, Andrea succumbed without further prodding. Opening her thighs wide, she placed the dildo at the entrance of her bright pink pussy. All the sensations of the two orgasms she already had this evening came rushing back to her. As she arched her back, she pushed the dildo deep inside her. Her aching breasts pushed into the air, dancing before him. Her knees shook and her hand worked faster and faster, filling her deeply with each thrust of the dildo. Whimpering her pleasure, her eyes never left his. She wanted this more for him now than for her. She was a woman unleashed in her ecstasy lying before him, giving all her passion to him. 

Unable to hold out any longer, she writhed on the bed. Her hand cupped her sex holding the device completely sheathed inside her. Her eyes smoldered as they met his. He nodded and she came hard. Pulling the dildo free she let loose the flood.

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…

Dominance on Tap

On By Enigmatic AmorIn Carnal, Dominance, Domination, Flogging, Spanking, Toys7 Comments

“Take off your clothes. Now.” Daddy’s tone brooked no dissent. I stripped as he watched.  “Hands on the bed, legs spread.” I put arms and hands on the bed, my ass up and legs spread.  I waited.  No warm up, no real warning, then a cane to the ass.  The burning sting bit my ass cheek and I cried out.  I tried to take it and keep it in but this time, every breath and every sigh was vocal.

Another stinging bite to the other ass cheek had my legs tensing.  This was going to be harsh and I didn’t have my sea legs.  We haven’t played with pain in a long time.  The following strikes were light taps.  Finally some warming hits, oh thank god, I thought as I intentionally slowed my breathing which had ramped up quickly.  

His face pushed in between my ass cheeks. His tongue probed and pushed hot wetness into my most private parts.  

He pulled back and said, “You are my whore.  Mine.  Say it.”  I took a deep breath searching for my voice.

“I’m your whore Daddy.  Yours.  I’m yours.”  

“That’s right,” he said.  Something else hit my ass.  It could have been a crop or a flogger held tightly.  It was less stingy than the cane by far but still intense.  With his words, his dominance began to overtake me. The hot pain seared the words into my skin.  Over and over the strikes hit me on the ass, on the back.  I gasped, I cried out, he continued. 

“You are my dirty little slut. Take it slut.”  More strikes and the pain coalesced inside me.  I couldn’t catch my breath.

“On your back whore.” I took as deep a breath as I could and flipped over. “Legs spread, play with yourself.”  He left for a minute to use the bathroom.  I lay there rubbing my clit in such a dither.   He takes me to such a deep place when he’s harsh and dominant.  I was close to hyperventilating.  I needed to calm down but God I loved this.  I strummed my clit like a guitar.  I was so hot for him.  I wanted his cock so badly.  

He mounted the bed between my legs and watched me masturbate.  “That’s right, rub that clit for Daddy.” He leaned in and pushed the tip of his cock inside me.  I moaned and wrapped around him.  “Hands behind your head.”  Damn it, I wanted to touch him. “Yeah, I know,”  he said, responding to my thoughts.  He reads me like a well worn book. 

His iron hand gripped my neck.  I squeaked as I tried for a last breath of air. I slipped ever deeper into submission to him.  It is automatic when he does this. My fear, his dominance, my submission, his power quicken in this act. 

“You are mine.  None of the June Cleaver act here.  The Beav can’t have you.   You are mine, got it?” Each staccato word was emphasized by a squeeze to my neck.  The world narrowed to him and my air.  

“Mine. Say it.” His hand did not loosen at all.  I grunted words that had no hope of being intelligable.  “Again.”  More grunting.  He seemed satisfied and allowed a smidgen air.  

Finally, he slammed his cock fully to the hilt in one long stroke.  My eyes rolled into the back of my head.  The pleasure along with his hand releasing my breath exploded together inside me.  This is my addiction.  He captures it all. He fucked me long and hard.  

“Present your tits slave.” I cringed and gathered them together.  I presented them to him.  The cane materialized in his hand.  I whimpered.  The cane bit my nipples, my tender breasts.  It hurt so damn much.  I cried but I squirted fluid all over his cock.  Damn my traitorous body. 

He pulled out without finishing. I still hadn’t caught my laboring breath. “I’m not finished with you slut.  Be ready.  You will take my seed later.”  

I nodded, “Yes Daddy.”

“Go take a shower, we have a half hour until we meet everyone.” I got up from the bed on wobbly legs.  It was a shower of regaining my breath and gathering myself around me again. 

Hotel Play

On By Enigmatic AmorIn Exhibitionism, Floggers, Flogging, Life2 Comments

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.