Monk’s favorite submissive was overdue for some discipline. On this particular playdate, I stripped her down to her spike heels and taped her extended arms to a stout 1-1/4 inch dowel six feet long. I instructed her to spread her legs and let her stand there, in silence, for a good while. It was an uncomfortable position. That was the point. Once or twice I caressed her nipples and clit with the head of a riding crop. She caught her breath as I did.
Hers is such a fine tush – notice that she has the Dimples of Venus. I love them!
The flogger she had selected for me was one we had used before. It has a thick bunch of black, suede leather straps. I stood behind her and broke the long silence by applying one hard stroke to her fine ass with the flogger. . Just one. Whack! Then we waited some more. Then ten strokes, or maybe twenty, back and forth, forehand and backhand, right cheek and left cheek. Her ass and thighs were pink with the marks of the leather strands.
I lowered her to her knees and pumped in her mouth, then pushed her to the floor where I could kneel over her face. She devoured me hungrily, licking and sucking. I whipped her as she did. I caressed her smooth body, teased her now steel-hard nipples.
This is as far as this story goes today. The two of us moved to the bedroom where our play got very intense. (She: “You’d better tie my legs down, too, so that I don’t kick you accidentally.”) How intense? She used the safe word twice – something that she hardly ever does.
This lovely woman and another provider share first place as my very favorites. She’s adventuresome and wild and kind and tender and beautiful. Both of us enjoy playing at the edge of the playground. It took us a long time to build the trust and confidence necessary for this kind of play. She’s one of the most extraordinary women I know, in or out of the hobby.
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