Masturbation Monday

Sweet Fucking Release #MasturbationMonday

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There I was trussed up, securely tied to the table…waiting. (Read part 1 to find out how I got to this point)

The first flogger landed with a thud. Then the second. Because he towered so far above me, the strands hit in different places in a new way. It took us both a few minutes to find our rhythm.

He picked up speed, the tips of the leather kissing my skin with a searing touch. I groaned. I squeaked. I hissed. I didn’t pull away.

I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.

Instead, I sank into the table, the rough towel pressing into my skin. I leaned heavily on my elbows, pulling against the rope around my wrists. Bracing myself.

He continued on in an unidentifiable pattern until, “Aaaaahhhhhh!” One of the strands wrapped around my torso, striking fear and fire through my body. It hurt. It hurt so bad.

Immediately, everything stopped. A soothing touch, a calm voice. I babbled out what had happened. He sat with me for a minute. And then…”Wait right here.”

Where could I go?

“These will probably do better.” I tried to remember which of the other floggers we had as a complete set. One is amazing and relaxing. The other filled with stings and pain and sadism. He stroked my back and shoulders with the leather. Oh, I knew this one. Yes, this would do nicely.

Until he picked up speed and found a rhythm. Stinging taps fell on my bottom. Sharp strikes swung up to tap my open and exposed cunt. I know it hurt, but it felt so good, I made very little noise. I pushed my hips back, instead, silently inviting him in.

“Give me a color, girl.”

I wanted to shout out, “Green!” or at the very least, a “Greeny-yellow!” But my brain was no longer connected to my mouth. My eyes, lowered from the start, felt impossibly heavy. My head sagged toward the table.

“A color or a I stop.”

“Green!” I don’t know if it came out as the defiant yell I imagined or a squeaky whisper.

I heard him set the floggers down and then a buzz. It sounded so far away. Quiet. Did I imagine the Hitachi nearby? Did he mind fuck me and grab a small vibe instead? For a moment, I was disappointed but like most of my thoughts they were fleeting, forgotten the instant they were formed.

He placed the buzzing against my labia, twirling and teasing, moving it up to my ass. I squealed in semi-horror. Not there. Give it to my clit. Please. Please. Please.

SMACK!

He brought down the paddle against my ass. I’d forgotten about it. Now it’s memory was printed on my skin. Back and forth, he smacked one side then the other, all while teasing me with the Hitachi. I heard a click of a button. The buzzing stopped. I didn’t have time to feel disappointment as he moved the paddle faster and harder across my bottom.

The pain gave me some clarity I hadn’t had for a while. Now I did pull against the rope. My skin burned. Each blow sent shockwaves throughout my body. And yet, each time, I tilted my hips just a little more. Spread my knees just a millimeter further apart. My cunt knew exactly what it wanted.

Except…”Aaahhh!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

I always hate interrupting kinky fuckery with discomfort but there was a new buzzing. One I couldn’t ignore.

“My fingers tingle.”

At the same time, my knees had slipped and were barely on the pillows. I wanted to ignore discomfort, but this was more than I could pretend away.

He quickly untied my wrists and then my thighs. I sighed with relief, but I didn’t move. We didn’t need to stop. I would be his good girl and stay right here, I silently promised him and myself.

A moment later, after a warm hand soothed my trembling – was it adrenaline? Had I scared myself? – he picked up something.

Click.

Ohhhhhh. And then mmmmmmmm!

From this angle, not directly on my clit, the wand was just right. Finally, he stopped teasing me and held the vibrating head against my opened labia. I tried to ride it, grinding my hips against the vibrations that weren’t in quite the right position to make me come, but fuck it felt so good.

He pulled it back. I whimpered.

He put it against my body. I jumped and sighed.

My skin tingled where the vibrations pulsed into my body. He ran a finger up my slit. I screamed. I was more sensitive than I realized.

He smacked my ass a few more times. Teased me with the Hitachi a few more times. I whimpered and arched my back more, desperate for just a taste of something on my clitoris. I knew I’d come if I could get that. He knows me too well for that, though. Just when I thought I’d find release, even with the awkward angle, he’d stop, pull away, chuckle.

Still mentally floating, I didn’t protest. I didn’t even marvel at his sweet sadism. Instead, I played the game with him.

Until…

“Do you want to come?”

I nodded my head, prostrating myself across the table. Please. Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.

“Get up.”

Here, he had to help. I’d been on my knees and elbows too long. Pillows might keep some of the pain away but stiff muscles are another thing. I let him haul me to my feet by my arm. I swayed against him.

“Can you stand here? By yourself?”

I nodded. Although I understood everything going on, my brain was too fuzzy for comment. I watched as he pushed the floggers to the side. As he folded the towels and stacked them on top of each other on the couch.

At another time, I might have smirked. In my head, I did. I knew what those towels were for. Would they be enough?

He guided me to the couch. I murmured something about my fear we’d ruin it. He shushed me. Said it would be fine. Told me to lay back.

I did.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He showed me the Hitachi and turned it on. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself. This time, there was no tease or warm-up. Vibrations rattled my bones. My body writhed against the wand. He’d found the perfect angle just under my clit. The orgasm streaked through my veins. My skin was on fire.

I exploded.

Fluids poured from my body, soaking the towels. I didn’t fucking care. More. I wanted more. Give it to me! I cried out in pleasure and pain, every cell in my body pulsing.

Yessssss…sweet fucking release.

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! We had a kid-free night and decided to make the most of it. Of course, what happened next is a little funny. We had to stop because I got a cramp in my pelvis. I had no idea that was even possible. But with the way I strained and tensed, it kind of makes sense. He cleaned me up, gave me water, and put me to bed. I slept for 10 hours and woke up sore. Which is just about perfect. Okay, go find out what other smutty goodness awaits you on this the best of all days.

 

 

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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