The Cross is ready. And on the cocktail table are ball gags, three floggers, hanks of black silk cord, blindfolds, dildos. All neatly arranged. The women strip each other, kissing, touching. E* hands me a studded black leather collar. “I want to wear this for you. Please put it on me.” I kiss her deeply as I do, “Don’t be afraid,” I say. She smiles. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want. I trust you.”
In silence, S* ties E*’s wrists and ankles to the Cross. I drag the flails of a whip across S*’s beautiful skin, slowly, slowly. She shudders as I do, knowing that at any moment I may Whack! her hard with it. She looks at me hungrily, her eyes wide, a hesitant smile on her pretty lips. I Whack! her across her lovely ass, grab her by her hair, and push my cock down her throat. “Now finish tying her up.” She chokes on my cock.
Now my submissive S* ties E* to the Cross. First her wrists, then her ankles, then a blindfold. I let her hang in silence as S* blows me. I pull the tip of a letter opener gently across E*’s body. Her legs tremble when it’s on her thighs. When I pull it across her nipples, she catches her breath, then moans.
“Eat her.” S* dives into E*’s wet puss, and I start to whip them both. Whack! Whack! Whack! Over and over, across their asses, their breasts, their thighs. “Do it harder,” whispers S*. And soon her cheeks are rosy pink. I let S* alternate between eating E* and eating me. My cock, her puss, back and forth. E* can’t see anything, so I tell S* to make it a noisy blowjob. “Can you hear her?” I whisper to E*. E* says, “I want to do that. I want some cock.” My cock is wet with spittle, and I rub it all over E*’s thighs. “Soon, darling.”
“Let me whip her. I’ve been good. Please.” I not my assent and hand the slut a flogger. Rhythmically and methodically S* applies strokes to E*’s writhing body, as I play with their nipples and probe their wet twats, offering them my fingers to lick dry.
Take her down now.” S* unties her, and with the last cord I tie S*’s wrists together and we pull her to the bedroom. “Now it’s your turn, dear.” We tie her hands to the headboard and her legs as well, pulling them back over her head. “Are you comfortable?” “Not really.” “That’s perfect, then.” As E* puts on the strap-on, I fuck S*’s face. The rest is a bit of a blur – E* mounts her and fucks her hard, their thighs slapping together noisily. Then we untie her, get her up on her hands and knees and do her double, swapping positions at her face and behind her. S* has two handfuls of the sheets, her eyes are wide, and she’s groaning as we take her as hard as we can, rocking her back and forth on our two cocks.
“Would you cum on us Monk? On our faces?” I lay on my back and they lick and nibble my cock, nuzzling and sucking and humming. When I cum, I shoot spurt after spurt. Big gobs. It’s everywhere. We collapse in a laughing, sweaty heap, like a pile of puppies, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies and the warmth of our friendship for each other.
Play at this level is very high mileage, and depends on building trusting and respectful ralationships betwen the hobbyist and the prodiver over a long period of time. It's worth the effort -- and the journey is most enjoyable!
The women are two of Austin’s Adorables. A-List members. Delightful and bright, sexually adventuresome, beautiful. I'm very fond of both of them.
Monk Rasputin
