On my knees in the middle of the room, elbows and forearms on the floor, ass high. This is how I found myself within minutes of being told there would be no playtime that night. I’m not sure how the plan turned around so quickly, and by that point, I didn’t really care.
I could see his shadow as he stood over me. I felt the movement of the flogger through the air before it ever landed. With each thwap, thud, and smack, my mind went flying. I was so relaxed I could no longer keep my eyes open. Had he kept his attention on my back and ass, I might have fallen asleep on the floor at his feet.
He had different ideas.
He kicked my feet apart forcing me to change my position. I spread my knees wide until I knew I was completely exposed to him.
The suede strands kissed my pussy.
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
After each stroke of the flogger, he gently and slowly lifted the flogger up so that the strands caressed my body.
I shivered. My back arched.
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
Later, he would pound my flesh with that same flogger. In this moment, though, he aroused my body, bringing moisture to the surface until I could have sworn fluid trickled down my thighs.
I hissed and moaned. I keened and whined. More. I wanted more.
An hour later, after he’d worn his arm and three different floggers out with plenty of strokes against my body, we lay in bed, snuggling and cuddling. My mind was finally blank for the first time in days. I was riding the gentle tide of arousal and relaxation.
Until I felt his fingers on either side of my labia.
With gentle strokes, he caressed every part of my pussy except the spot I most wanted him to touch.
I gasped and jumped at the slow rhythmic pulsing of his finger on my clit. Finally.
It was never enough to bring me over the edge. It was a tease. Then he sped up.
I begged for release, realizing I hadn’t had an orgasm in over a week. The first one ripped through my entire body. Streaks of lightning moved outward from my core. I choked back screams as lights exploded behind my eyes. My entire body tightened as pleasure turned to pain as he forced the second orgasm from me. With a small scream, I gushed, soaking the bed beneath me. Relentless, he continued until a third orgasm caused me to twist and turn, anything to get away from the pressure and pleasure. It was delicious torture.
Before the night was over, he slid inside of me and fucked any remaining thoughts from my mind.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I almost described the flogger on my pussy as masturbation by suede. Rawr! Okay, enough about me. Go forth and read more Masturbation Monday posts. You’ll be glad you did!