“She’s not made of glass,” Cody encouraged. “Touch her.”
As if to demonstrate, Cody brought his hands up around my breasts cupping them through my shirt.
I let out a soft moan and then followed the example that he had set for me, taking the woman’s breasts in my hands. They were still swaying slightly from the force of her husband behind her. The skin was soft, much softer than I expected. Her nipples were hardened to peaks and I lightly ran my thumbs over them.
Cody tightened his fingers around my nipples pinching me gently and I followed suit. It was really difficult to know how much pressure to use. All the things I took for granted about my own body.
“A little harder. Watch her face. She’ll tell you what she wants,” Cody instructed.
I pinched a little harder and the woman tossed her head back pushing her breasts as far into my hands as the rope would allow.
I had nearly forgotten about the man behind her all together, but my focus returned to him when he reached his arm over the bar that was supporting her and put his hand between her legs. I assumed that this was the added stimulation that Cody had suggested she would need in order to orgasm. He was going to let her cum.
He barked an order into her ear that made me weak in the knees, and she trembled violently under my hands.
When she had calmed a little, I lowered my hands and took a step back. Cody wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into the solid muscle of his chest, so different from the body I’d just experienced.
The man proceeded to take his submissive down and remove her gag. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a private part of the room where he could perform her aftercare.
“You okay?” Cody asked, for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
“Yes, but I’m getting tired. Would you mind if we went home?”
We said our goodbyes and thank-yous quickly.
“What did you think?” Cody asked as soon as we were on the highway headed home.
“I think I learned a lot,” I answered honestly.
“Give me the recap.”
“Well—” I took a moment to formulate my thoughts. “I’ve decided that I am not and am not likely to ever be a lesbian.”
Cody laughed. “I think I could have told you that.”
I laughed too. “I know, but you don’t really know… I guess. I mean I’ve never really spent much time looking at naked women, and I’ve never touched one. I guess part of me thought there was a remote possibility that I was bi or something. It’s not that uncommon.”
“No. You’re right, and I don’t mean to laugh at you for that. You just caught me by surprise. Did you find it appealing at all? Total repulsion? Scale of one to ten.”
“It didn’t do much for me, to be completely honest. Maybe about a four? It might have been that she was female, or maybe just the whole group setting, but I think I’m destined to be a one-man-at-a-time kinda girl.”
“That’s a very good thing to know about yourself.”
I reviewed the night in my head as I looked out the window on the drive back.
“Sir?” I asked.
“Yes, Katlyn?”
“You’re still going to show me those floggers. Right?”
Cody
I looked around the bedroom one final time. I was expecting Katlyn any minute now and I just wanted to double check that everything was where it was supposed to be. Floggers she had asked for, and floggers she would get. I couldn’t fucking wait. I had been hard most of the day just thinking about it.
Her truck pulled into the drive a moment later, and I met her at the door. “Katlyn, lovely to see you. Please come in.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
It was raining, like usual, so I took her light raincoat and draped it over a chair in the kitchen.
“Need anything before we get started?” I asked.
“No, Sir.”
I led her back down the hall to my bedroom. “Strip and leave your clothes in the hall,” I ordered. “When you’re finished, come to me on your knees.”
I left her alone in the hallway and went into my room. I took a seat on the side of my bed.
When she was ready, she crawled gracefully across the floor to me. Kat was a really odd mix of fluid and clumsy. She tripped over her own two feet at every possible opportunity, but her natural posture was actually very elegant. She looked amazing crawling on her hands and knees.
She stopped when she reached my feet, kneeling respectfully with her head down. Pretty as a picture.
“Very nice, Katlyn. Look at me.”
She lifted her brown eyes. A few short weeks ago she would not have been able to resist the temptation to look around the room, but tonight she kept her eyes firmly on me.
I had been anticipating this all day, and my cock was already aching. There was no way that I was going to make it through a session like this if I didn’t take the edge off first.
“Come here,” I commanded. “I want to use you first.”
“Sir?”
“Don’t talk. Lie down.”
What I really wanted was to sink my cock into her pussy, but I didn’t want to risk her cumming. I wanted her all keyed up and on edge when I whipped her. I, however, needed to be less on edge.
I stood up and lowered my fly, taking my cock in my fist.
“On your back, put your ass right on the edge of the bed and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
She did as I asked, but I could tell that she was nervous. I was in the habit of explaining most things before I did them, and it was making her uneasy to be in the dark. She’d get over it. I was not in the mood to explain myself.
“Put your hands on your tits. Pinch your nipples.” She took her perfect breasts in her small hands and pressed them together. Fuck, she was hot. She didn’t even know it, and that made her even more appealing.
I pumped my cock in my fist hard. This wasn’t going to take long. Positioning myself between her thighs, my right hand steadily pumping my cock, I put my left hand on her inner thigh, curling my fingers over her hip and spreading her pussy lips with my thumb. So soft. Just a little bit wet. Her hips rose naturally, her body wanting more. Good Lord, I wanted her.
I alternated between feasting my eyes on her pussy and watching her tug and pinch her own nipples. She grew wetter, and her nipples grew harder under my gaze. She licked her lips nervously, and her eyes focused on my hand as it moved up and down over my length.
My balls felt hard and tight. My cock ached. I involuntarily tightened my grip on her thigh.
“Sir?” she asked again. Her voice was strained. I relaxed my fingers slightly. I was probably hurting her by squeezing so hard. I leaned forward over her, fisting my hand in the comforter instead and pressing the head of my cock into the soft skin of her stomach. My balls brushed against the folds of her pussy.
I groaned out loud. “Fuck, Kat.”
She lifted her hips slightly and the pressure against my sack threw me over the edge. I came hard, spraying ejaculate over her tits and stomach.
I took a minute to regain my breath before zipping my cock back into my pants. Much better.
“Don’t move,” I commanded.
I went to the bathroom and retrieved a clean, damp cloth. I wiped the cum from her skin and helped her stand.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered slowly. “A little confused maybe.”
“I have an exciting session planned for you. I’ve been thinking about it most of the day. It made me a little tense,” I explained.
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry. I feel better now,” I teased.
“I’m glad, Sir.”
“Tonight I am going to flog your beautiful little ass, and the insides of those perfect thighs, and then I am going to fuck you while your skin is still pink and warm.” I watched her reaction as I talked to her, taking in the slight increase in her rate of breathing and the tremor in her hands as she fought
to hold still.
I had placed a leather ottoman in the middle of the open space at the foot of my bed. It was the same one I had used to deliver her first punishment spanking. My assortment of whipping instruments was lined up on the floor beside it.
“Come,” I said, leading her over to the ottoman. I sat down on it and pulled her down so that she was sitting on the floor between my legs. “We’re going to work from most gentle to most severe.”
I picked up the first flogger, which was a soft suede mop. It was made of approximately fifty one-inch strips of well-worn leather. The handle was about nine inches long and knotted at both ends. Good floggers were usually knotted to reduce the risk that they would slide out of your hand. The tails were about eighteen inches long. I handed it to Kat and let her feel the soft suede.
“Soft enough to use on just about any part of you. It’s actually listed as a genital flogger, but I happen to prefer it for these girls,” I said, taking her breasts in my hands. “I don’t think we’ll get into that tonight, but I have a feeling that you’ll take pretty well to it.”
I took the first one from her and handed her the second. “This flogger is the same material and length, but as you can see it’s braided. Grouping the thin tails together adds to the severity. Good for a long, steady set.”
I stood up, lifting her under her shoulder and taking the flogger from her at the same time.
“Bend over the bench. Hips at a 90-degree angle.”
Kat knelt as I asked. I curled her fingers around the handle on the other side of the bench, instructing her to keep a hold of it. I didn’t think it was necessary to bind her at this point, but I would a little later, if she squirmed through these first two.
“I’m going to give you one short set of five with each. I want you to count.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stood just behind her and to the side. She would hardly feel the first one, but I wanted her to adjust to the whole idea of how and where the tails would strike. I used the soft whip at medium force giving her five strokes one immediately after another. Katlyn counted beautifully for me. Her voice was nice and strong, no sign of fear. Her ass wasn’t even pink after the first five.
I changed instruments as promised, using the braided whip for the next five. It was obvious that she felt these a little more. Her counting was still clear and unafraid, but she squirmed slightly and her skin began to flush.
“How do you feel, Katlyn?”
“Good, Sir,” she answered, a little out of breath.
“Do you want to keep going?”
“Oh yes, please.”
I picked up my unbraided horsehair flogger next. This was my favorite for warm-ups with a more experienced sub. Of course what would eventually be a warm-up was about as far as I wanted to go for a first time.
“Count,” I commanded. I gave her ten with this one, five gentle, and then five at full strength.
She was panting pretty hard by the end, but there were no tears and she hadn’t stopped counting.
Her ass and thighs were a warm pink and just the sight of it made my cock harden like concrete all over again. I knelt down behind her and rubbed my hand over the abused skin. She moaned and pressed back into my touch.
“How are you?”
“I want more, please.” She half begged and half moaned.
I chuckled. “You filthy little slut. You like to be whipped. Don’t you? You want to be punished.”
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed.
My fingers found the soft, wet folds of her pussy and she trembled under me. “Do not cum,” I growled in her ear. “Don’t you dare fucking cum without permission.” I could feel the tightening in her muscles as she fought to hold herself back.
I fingered her for a minute longer, satisfied when she managed to control her body.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well, Katlyn. Are you going to be good for me a little while longer?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“This is the only severe flogger that I’m going to use on you tonight. You don’t have to count this set. What are your safewords?”
I picked up the only rubber flogger I owned as she answered. I didn’t use it much, but I wanted her to understand that there was a range and to get a feel for the true pain that comes from a harder flogger.
I struck her four times with it in quick succession. She cried out at the last two and her breath caught. She was on the verge of tears. I didn’t want to push too far.
“Spread your legs a little wider for me.”
She did as I asked without complaint, and I picked up the braided suede flogger that I had used on her earlier. I wanted her to feel a few on the insides of her thighs and the edge of her pussy. I was done with the painful part; it was time to make her feel better.
I gave her five more, two to each side and then one that was low on her ass, very close to her pussy. She cried out at the last one, and her whole body jerked. She was incredibly close to orgasm, but I didn’t think that I pushed her over.
“Katlyn?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Did you cum?”
“No, Sir.” There was desperation in her voice. She was close to her limit.
“But you want to?”
“Very much, Sir.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Sir. Please let me cum. Please fuck me.” She sounded broken. A coupe of loose tears spilled over her cheeks.
I knelt behind her again, stroking her sore hide gently.
“That’s my good girl. You did very well. You may cum when you are ready.”
I lowered the fly on my pants and sunk my cock all the way into her overheated pussy. She convulsed around me immediately, throwing her head back and crying out. I gave her a couple of long slow pumps as she rode it out.
When she settled, I began to fuck her harder. “Again, Katlyn. Cum for me. I want to feel this sweet pussy squeezing me.”
I moved my hands from her hips so that I could feel her breasts. Pushing the ottoman out of the way, I took her on her hands and knees on the carpet. She moved with me, meeting me stroke for stroke and taking my cock all the way to the balls.
When she came again, I let myself go with her, and we eventually collapsed in a tangle of limbs in the middle of the floor. We lay there panting together for a while before either of us had the desire to speak.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Katlyn?”
“I’ve decided that I enjoy floggers.”
Katlyn
It was a slow process that summer, but I eventually learned that Cody had been right all along. I was a submissive. Putting a title on it made it easier to accept, and after a while I came to realize that I had always known it. I liked giving up control, even when it meant doing something that scared or intimidated me. I liked not having to make all of the decisions all of the time. And most of all, I liked knowing that there was a man who cared for me and was willing to take responsibility for my well-being. I felt cherished when I was with him and that was something I wanted to keep.
Cody would do anything to protect me. I understood that at the core of my being, and I didn’t think that would change, even when I left him. But he really wasn’t mine to keep; he never had been. I accepted that truth in the way that you might accept a new job, even if it meant moving away from a position that you enjoyed. While I would miss him and everything that he had shown me, this was not the end of a path, but the beginning of a whole new adventure. He was not only teaching me, he was launching me into what would define my future relationships.
I was learning to open up, and the new range of emotions that I was experiencing was both challenging and refreshing. Cody was slowly getting me to tie all sorts of physical activities to emotional release. I wasn’t getting any better at hiking, but I was getting better at giving in and giving up. After my initial session with the floggers, I found myself craving more. I’d heard other people, more athletic people, talk about the “runner’s high,” and I�
�d never really understood what they meant. In my world, exercise would never be addicting, but this was very much the same idea. It wasn’t the pain that I craved exactly, but the feelings that the pain gave me: the initial fear, followed by the adrenaline rush, followed by the physical outpouring of tears, then later, the comfort in knowing that I had survived, that I was stronger than I had originally thought, then the lightness that came from having released all of that fear and stress. It was a predictable, comforting pattern for me.
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