Flogging. It’s a play activity that I take to like a fish to water. I love the feeling of it, the pure sensation, the rhythm of the falls, the sound of leather or rubber against flesh. It’s so erotic to me and lets me relax and ease myself into that sweet space I love so much.
Master placed the cuffs on my wrists in preparation. He was gentle and yet reserved. I knew he was preparing for a good day as well. He has been practicing his swings and control over the floggers all week and I know he wants to get really good at it. I was anxious to feel the results of his practicing. Carefully he tied my wrist up to the eyebolts in our ceiling, making sure not to stretch my poor shoulder our of alignment.
He touched me, caressed my back and ass; warming me to the sensations of his touch. I was alight with sensation and anticipation. He spanked me, soft at first, they felt mild and gentle. Then harder, sharper almost biting into my virgin flesh. Virgin only because it was not warmed up yet, but he was to resolve that soon enough.
The first falls of the flogger were delicious, my nerves rewarded with a great feeling of relaxation in the pain the thudded into me, the beat that threatened to send me away from my body. It’s so quickly relaxing and freeing to reach that space of yourself that you are at peace. I closed my eyes to feel and absorb as much as I could.
The strikes were so steady and consistent. Nothing like they had been and I knew he really did practice hard, he had promised to excel at something and he wanted flogging to be that thing. I don’t doubt that he will be the best one day. He may even be giving demos on it in the future. I digress. My body welcomed the strikes, easing into the rhythm he played with my body, swatting my ass with it every so often, shaking me from the zone to remind me that he was there controlling my body.
The suede flogger he started with is always heavenly, but when he switched to the rubber one it was a whole new world. The sensation was something like little razors striking my body, the sting was way intense. I can tell by now that Master really is enjoying his new found comfort level with floggers and I’m reaping benefits myself.
He pauses to check my hands that are tied up and then reaches for the new wooden paddle. I have a love/hate relationship with this toy. It’s a sting toy, so for that I love it, but my goodness is it a massive sting. Just the gentlest swat and I’m singing it’s praises with my squirms and hisses. Definitely something I’d like to work up to harder swats of course. After a brief introduction of the paddle he transitioned back to floggers.
By the time he decided to let me out of my bonds I was feeling quite relaxed and hot. My back and ass were tender sore, my thighs were still stinging from that rubber whip. He proceeded to walk me over to the couch, bend me over and paddle me some more. Let me tell you I struggled and whined through those strikes but it wasn’t long before he was fucking me and then I was in heaven.
It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds really and he was out, ordering me to sit on the floor and face him. He shoved his prick in my mouth; now tasting of me and fucked me. Release came, I gagged on it (as usual) and looked up to him. I began registering just how sore my ass and back were, how loopy I was feeling.
He collapsed on the floor next to me and smiled. It was a good day. A very good day.
Now, I have never participated in HNT even all the while I’ve enjoyed everyone else’s contributions immensely, Master has allowed me to post my own this week to go with this story. So here it is, my very first HNT.
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