I’m normally the adventurous one. I brought the dripping wax play into our sessions. She loved the instant feeling of the burn and the delight of peeling the wax off her tits. I was the one that got the silver nipple clamp and chain to lead her around, each tug on the chain pulling hard on them and eliciting a moan. She surprised me today. A package arrives and when I notified her she sent me a text saying “Open it. I want you to use it on me tonight.”
Damn she was bold. But I did so like her suggestions to me. Designed to give control over to me in scenarios that she wanted to explore. Eagerly I opened the parcel. A sexy silent blindfold, a pair of shiny metal handcuffs and a leather flogger. I couldn’t help but smile as the thought of what I could do entertained the rest of my day before our date that night.
Now here she was. My beautiful girl. Her wrists handcuffed to the top of the bed. Her eyes covered by the silken blindfold. Her body naked. She had her mouth openas if sucking in some last breaths. Her chest rising and falling in nervousness, nipples hard, those sexy little bumps around them. Perhaps the most impressive thing about her was that, with her legs spread, I could see she was wet already. Her outer lips already apart and the slick opaque milky fluid coating her inner delight. A small trickle of liquid dribbling out. As much as I wanted to taste that nectar, tonight was about the flogger.
“Roll over, I want your arse” I said. Thankfully the handscuffs allowed this. I had to help her a little but there she was, lying on her stomach. The amazing curve of her back emphasized by her hands being above her head, helping to create the most sensitive dip in her small of her back. This then increased the curves of her arse. Her’s was a full bottom. Nice and round. I was going to delight in leaving my mark on her. We had joked earlier about her using her safe word. Perhaps.
I picked up the flogger. The wrapped leather handle weighednicely, the leather tails hanging down. I dragged these over the skin of her arse, left to right, announcing that I was almost ready to begin. I could hear her taking deep breaths, preparing.
I waited. I knew this would be killing her. It seemed like ages. She was fidgeting, moving her arse and hips. Moving her head slightly but I remained absolutely still.
“You still there?” she asked.
“Oh yes. Are you ready?” I replied.
“Spank me please.” she said.
I ran the many tails between my hand before rolling my wrist over, allowing the tails to slap gently against her arse. She flinched feeling the first stroke. Three or four small red marks on her left cheek. I proceeded to do the same to the right cheek. She moaned, enjoying it. A little harder Then.
The next flick of my wrist I could hear her gasp. That stung a little. I could see the red marks where the tails of the flogger had struck. Then to the other chef. My next stroke was vertically over her arse. Then the other chef. She yelped. Unexpectedly for herself and me, that one stung. I could see now a criss-cross of marks forming.
“Spank me…harder please,” she said in a low guttural voice that I hadn’t heard before.
I put a bit more power in the next one. A loud twack as the tails smoked harshly. Then again. Instantly those deep red lines appeared.
“Harder please,” her voice weaker.
Seemed she really wanted this. I rolled my wrist over and back, the flogger lashing one then the other. Repeating again in quick succession. Each time a loud twack. Her entire arse now glowing. It must be burning, singing. Her breathing shallow, her moans soft. I noticed the sheet under her, wet. Soaked in fact. Her pussy was leaking, not Just dripping but actually flowing out.
“Please, more,” her voice so quiet. Panting.
I repeated the flogging again on both chefs. Twack and twack. Lines now merged. Her whole arse red. She was biting her lip, the pain almost forcing her to cry out. Stoically she held it in, wanting so see her own pain limit.
I could see a couple little blood spots. “More please” she said so weakly.
Whether it was her submission or her tainted arse, I needed to fuck her, now. I was already hard, the play being very arousing. Unzipping, pulling my hard cock out I pushed the head against her wet entrance. She gasped realising what was happening. Pushing back on me I felt myself slide in. I pushed, delving deeper into her warm and tight cunt. It’s felt amazing. I held her hips as I starting fucking her, the red cheeses of her arse wobbling as I thrusted. Her moaning was constant. Faster and harder. I needed this just as she did. He body tension, I could feel her clench on me, as she shook in orgasm. My own approaching as I pounded into her, hard and deep. My baby being fucked hard by me after allowing me to spank her hard. Grunting she joined with me as I came inside her, filling her with my seed. She loved that, loved how I would finish inside her.
I unlocked her handcuffs, rolling her onto her back. I pulled the blindfold up. Small tears in her eyes. I lifted her torso up, wrapping my arms around her, cradling her. Kissing her forehead. She responded with her arms around me too.
“I’m so proud” I whispered in her ear. “You did so well”. Her arms squeezed to acknowledge my voice. I would hold her and tend her for the next hour until she was ready. She was already talking about the next time, how good it felt, the sting and bite. She wanted it again. A couple weeks and she should be healed. She’d wear the marks till then.
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