My concentration was interrupted by what my body was hit with next. It wasn’t wet at all. It was dry and heavy.
Then came the wet impact that carried with it a small sting. I was more than a bit confused and lay completely still – my brain was working overtime to ‘see’ if I could tell what Mike was using on me without the use of my eyes.
I felt something pass by my face just before it crashed onto my tits. Well, maybe crashed isn’t the right word. A better word might be flopped.
Wait... I realized something!
Whatever it was had flopped onto both my breasts and the valley between them at the same time. Then came the wet sting on my lower belly. Then a flop. Then a…
Suddenly I knew what it was – or, rather, what ‘they’ were.
It was the floggers Mike had told me about a couple of weeks before. I hadn't known he'd purchased them nor did I know if you were supposed to get them wet but, the cold water felt… decadent as it dripped over my body and then down the creases of my skin.
My breath became heavier. I could feel blood pulsing through the veins in my neck as I waited in anticipation to receive the next thump or thud or flop or bee-like bite of the tails.
As my guy walked around the bed on which I lay, the strokes from the flogger began to feel even more tantalizing because I was able to relax and give in to the soft stings and or the weighty thuds. The thinner tails bit into my skin and seemed to awaken the areas where they landed. The thicker tails were warm and comforting as they impacted my body – I kept picturing the heavy strips of material that you see slap against your windshield when you drive through a car wash.
How long I was ‘beaten’ by my ‘Sir’ (as I’d been instructed to call him a few days prior when we are playing together) I had no idea. But, somewhere along the way, differing intensities of the lashes and blows became exhilarating pats and tingles and pricks and caresses against my thighs, my belly, my breasts… even my pussy – everywhere the floggers touched me.
I heard Mike’s breath becoming more labored… not from exertion but from lust. More than a few times, after I felt a cold trickle of water, a warmer droplet would plop onto my skin from his sweating forehead. Each droplet from his body electrified me even more.
All of a sudden I heard the floggers hit and fall off the tabletop that was just beside my head.
“You can open your eyes,” he told me with a voice raspy with desire.
In an instant both of my feet were in Mike's hands and he pressed them together so that my thighs were closed. Beginning at the bottom of my feet he began kissing me with kisses so light and tender that had I not been watching I might not have recognized what they were.
A trill of pleasure flowed up and down my spine and spread throughout my body like hot water from a shower spilling over my skin.
Teasingly, Sir kissed the bottom of my heels, both arches and each of my ten toes. My feet began spreading apart when his lips started traveling down to my ankles and then to my calves and to my knees – alternating from one side to the other as he moved his face lower and lower.
I wanted to feel each of his kisses but concentrating on anything except the warmth building in my body was becoming nearly impossible.
Mike (or Sir or whatever the hell I was supposed to think of him as – my brain was becoming scrambled from multiple pleasure centers being activated all at once), had been looking at my eyes the entire time he’d kissed me – all the way to my bottom set of lips. He raised my legs higher, placed them on his shoulders and knelt between my thighs. I could feel his breath on my skin.
I watched him lick his lips – as if he already knew I was going to taste wonderful.
Heat pulsed through me and if I’d only he had told me to touch myself at that very moment I know I would have climaxed instantly.
Tenderly, Mike began kissing the edges of my vulva – deliberately avoiding my pink parts. I felt the rough whiskers of his face against the inside of my thigh and it became my turn to push towards his face.
Slowly… agonizingly slowly... Mike’s tongue pressed against the entrance to the inside of my body. I could tell he’d made his tongue flat so that he could taste me completely. His hands, strong and thick, slid beneath my bottom and lifted me to his mouth. Gradually he lapped upwards.
He moaned his approval of my taste.
I felt the wetness inside me begin to trickle out of my pussy and down into the crack of my ass.
I wanted him inside of me – now!
Over and over he licked up and down, in and out of my body – always avoiding my ‘pink pearl’ as he called my clit. Each caress of his tongue made me wetter.
Pushing the lips between my legs together, he sucked on them as if trying to drain me of the liquid building up inside of me. When his suction stopped my lips popped back open and the air from the room rushed onto my skin. I heard him exhale a slow, controlled breath onto my body. A cool breeze battled against the heat being generated from inside of me.
“Oh fuck,” the words slipped out of my mouth when Sir took the delicate lips that lined my
