cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
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Given that i'd not actually had a singletail used on me, ever, i think my rather apparent hesitation and bit of consternation might have been appropriate, don't you? Additionally, my being hooded (something that includes, in my hood, an optional blindfold and gag - both of which he chose for me) meant that this was our first time sceneing with me gagged. We got the hand signals worked out and i knelt at the foot of my bed.
He began by doing some kinda popping thing with his singletail whip, strokes that came *very* close to my skin but didn't touch it. The noise was bouncing crazily in my brain, though. The CRACK of that whip made me go still, my heart racing, and i felt the kiss of air as it passed just over my skin.
Several more strokes, one right after another:
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
I jumped after each one, my body taut with anticipation and some fear, blindfolded and gagged, my hands fisted into pillows. And then a new sound, a wholly new sensation CRACK, and i screamed wildly into my pillows.
Breathe! he ordered me, and i did, great lungfuls of air. I hadn't realized i'd been holding my breath.
A lightning jag of sensation, focused and fine, personal and skilled, striped my back. Another joined it. I tried to stay still as each one in succession began to peel away the protective layers of my carefully social response.
Finally i was screaming into the pillow through the gag, sweating inside the hood, as the stripes accumulated one after another after another. They bloomed on my back, an ever-increasing garden of red spikes, hot and searing in the intensity of sensation they offered.
Two quick ones on my butt, high up onto my hips, sent me into screaming, hand waving, yellowing spasms.
He slowed. He came around and touched me, his hands gentle against the leather encasing my head, and over the welts on my back. You've done well, he told me, unsnapping the gag. I drew air in raggedly, halfway sobbing, my body trembling and shaking, and terribly aware that there was moisture spreading down the inside of my thighs from the throbbing of my clit at my core.
His hands continued, opening the laces of the hood and pulling it off my head, then smoothing the tangled sweaty hair from my cheeks. A little more, just to see if you like it better hooded or unhooded. Be strong. he whispered to me, his lips against mine.
NO! i almost shouted, and on the heels of that impulse came an equally compelling need to beg for that more to come...and so i bent to the demands of neither impulse. I was silent.
He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, smiling. You liked it, he said, the words a statement of fact, a hint of smugness in his tone. I know you did.
I nodded and he kissed me again - and then moved behind me. I clutched into the pillow, aware of the sounds from outside my house, of the room air on my damp hair and skin, of his eyeing my already striped back with something like an artisan's appraisal, i imagined, of a work of art that wasn't quite right yet.
Can i please have some water? i blurted suddenly, my words sounding a little desperate even to me. He made no comment as he retrieved the water bottle for me, though, and when i was done drinking, he poured the rest of the water slowly over the hot thin welts on my back while i gasped at the exchange of temperature they offered.
And then he took his place again. Again with the testing strokes, me trying not to flinch with each one. It's a mindfuck, isn't it? he whispered, coming up close behind me, his skin against mine. And then he moved back.
CRACK
CRACK
I was moaning and jumping and crying out into my pillow with every hot stroke. Give me big shoulders, he insisted a time or two when i hunched in on myself. Breathe.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK!
CRACK!
And then i was screaming YELLOWYELLOWYELLOWYELLOWYELLOW. I think i must have meant red though, and i think he knew it. He stopped. He dragged the singletail over my skin and gathered me to him and told me i'd done really well.
And that, my friends, was my introduction to the business end of the singletail whip. Today.
I like it, too.
Oh yes indeed.
Anyone else gonna race me to front of the "hell, yeh! i'll take a go-round with a singletail!" line?
He began by doing some kinda popping thing with his singletail whip, strokes that came *very* close to my skin but didn't touch it. The noise was bouncing crazily in my brain, though. The CRACK of that whip made me go still, my heart racing, and i felt the kiss of air as it passed just over my skin.
Several more strokes, one right after another:
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
I jumped after each one, my body taut with anticipation and some fear, blindfolded and gagged, my hands fisted into pillows. And then a new sound, a wholly new sensation CRACK, and i screamed wildly into my pillows.
Breathe! he ordered me, and i did, great lungfuls of air. I hadn't realized i'd been holding my breath.
A lightning jag of sensation, focused and fine, personal and skilled, striped my back. Another joined it. I tried to stay still as each one in succession began to peel away the protective layers of my carefully social response.
Finally i was screaming into the pillow through the gag, sweating inside the hood, as the stripes accumulated one after another after another. They bloomed on my back, an ever-increasing garden of red spikes, hot and searing in the intensity of sensation they offered.
Two quick ones on my butt, high up onto my hips, sent me into screaming, hand waving, yellowing spasms.
He slowed. He came around and touched me, his hands gentle against the leather encasing my head, and over the welts on my back. You've done well, he told me, unsnapping the gag. I drew air in raggedly, halfway sobbing, my body trembling and shaking, and terribly aware that there was moisture spreading down the inside of my thighs from the throbbing of my clit at my core.
His hands continued, opening the laces of the hood and pulling it off my head, then smoothing the tangled sweaty hair from my cheeks. A little more, just to see if you like it better hooded or unhooded. Be strong. he whispered to me, his lips against mine.
NO! i almost shouted, and on the heels of that impulse came an equally compelling need to beg for that more to come...and so i bent to the demands of neither impulse. I was silent.
He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, smiling. You liked it, he said, the words a statement of fact, a hint of smugness in his tone. I know you did.
I nodded and he kissed me again - and then moved behind me. I clutched into the pillow, aware of the sounds from outside my house, of the room air on my damp hair and skin, of his eyeing my already striped back with something like an artisan's appraisal, i imagined, of a work of art that wasn't quite right yet.
Can i please have some water? i blurted suddenly, my words sounding a little desperate even to me. He made no comment as he retrieved the water bottle for me, though, and when i was done drinking, he poured the rest of the water slowly over the hot thin welts on my back while i gasped at the exchange of temperature they offered.
And then he took his place again. Again with the testing strokes, me trying not to flinch with each one. It's a mindfuck, isn't it? he whispered, coming up close behind me, his skin against mine. And then he moved back.
CRACK
CRACK
I was moaning and jumping and crying out into my pillow with every hot stroke. Give me big shoulders, he insisted a time or two when i hunched in on myself. Breathe.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK!
CRACK!
And then i was screaming YELLOWYELLOWYELLOWYELLOWYELLOW. I think i must have meant red though, and i think he knew it. He stopped. He dragged the singletail over my skin and gathered me to him and told me i'd done really well.
And that, my friends, was my introduction to the business end of the singletail whip. Today.
I like it, too.
Oh yes indeed.
Anyone else gonna race me to front of the "hell, yeh! i'll take a go-round with a singletail!" line?
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My Dom has promised me that we are going to go much further the next time we play.. unfortunately, life is very busy for the both of us, so, it may be some time before that happens.. Oh well.... anticipation... he is out toy shopping right now.. 
