Play Date: The Aftermath

Past Wednesday, after a few weeks of just rough lovemaking, Little A. was staying with me, we finally played again. It was great, intense and we learned a few things about ourselves.

Princess was allowed to cum 4 times of which 3 I was to decide on and the 4th her decision with the option to keep that one as a freebie. She finally came 3 times.

After some Dominance and submission play and one orgasm while she was sitting on the church chair, I gently warmed Princess’ skin with my flogger. She was leaning over the backend of my couch, naked and longing for a good whipping.

Caning

I then switched to one of my leather whips and just after a few soft blows Princess fell on her knees. Immediately I dropped the whip and checked on my love.
“Don’t be afraid, Milord,” she told me, “I am ok, I just was not yet able to turn the knob in my head from pain to pleasure. Please do not stop.”

I kept a relentless pace moving the whip horizontal from right to left and back from left to right over her quickly reddening ass.  When I believed Princess had enough I touched between her legs, she was extremely wet, and started moving my fingers between the moist folds teasing her clit.
“Please Milord, I want more and I do not want to come right now. Please?” she sighed.

This was new.

I picked up the whip and started again, on and on for what seemed an eternity. Her butt was now crimson red and I stopped.
Barely audible Princess begged for more.
This time I switched to an X figure over her buttocks and after a while I stopped again and checked on my love.
“More, Milord. Please?” she murmured.

Of course I obliged and mentally enjoyed the whipping but was to concentrated to get a hard-on.

I stopped when I noticed Princess was trembling and shaking and I took her in my arms, the poor thing could barely stand on her feet.
Held Princess on my lap and enclosed her with a fleece. Soothed her, covering Princess’ face with a zillion little kisses, holding her while she slowly returned from an apparently deep subspace.

“I came,” she smiled, “and it was such a powerful one. Thank you Milord,” she smirked.
I smiled too. Hell, it was the first time Princess experienced an orgasm that was not sexually incited.

Another first.
Wow!

We did some rope work and made love in the living room on soft tiles that can click together, we bought them earlier that day. Princess likes this solution as she is not troubled with angst for wetting the sheets or our mattress and now she can really enjoy at its fullest our lovemaking.
That night we slept well, like we always do, Princess and I. Spooning, skin against skin, our breath caressing skin and the safety of each other’s heartbeats.

The next day, at noon, Princess texted me she loved the marks I had left on her behind and was eager to show them to me.

That evening, when she dropped her pants, and trust me, I have seen much worse on photographs, these were only a few small bruises, I felt, for a few seconds and long enough for her to notice, horrified. It was already very late so we didn’t discuss it. We went to bed kissed and fell asleep.

Yesterday, Friday and technically it was already Saturday, she phoned me after having fetched one daughter at her internship and her other one at the pub where she was with friends. It was 00:17 in the morning and we talked for about half an hour, maybe a little more, until the battery of my rechargeable phone ran empty.

Princess told me she was astonished when she saw this horrified gaze in my eyes after showing her bruises. I agreed it had upset me and leftovers of my education caused it. Told Princess I was working on liberating my mind even more. After all what we do is completely consensual.

Princess had also a confession to make.
To my big surprise she told me she did not want me to stop whipping when I did.  She was afraid to ask for even more, afraid of what I might think, afraid for some judgment of my part. In fact Princess wanted me to switch to the riding crop or the bamboo stick because the intensity of what was raging trough her body and mind was so addicting she craved for more and more.

Something clicked in my brain when I processed what she had just said. We complement each other very well, that I already know. Yet we are still growing in each and every way possible. I can go further and that is a very arousing idea.

I replied I have my responsibility as a Dom to keep her safe and that I had stopped because I was convinced it had been enough. That I believed such things should be developed step by step.
Princess agreed.

We made a promise to one another: to be honest in the future and communicate even better and more open about what we want, desire and long for.

Princess and I have a Play Date this Saturday evening.

Whips

4 thoughts on “Play Date: The Aftermath”

  1. Princess is amazing and a inspiration to me. She is also lucky to such a sweet and caring yet dominant man like you that she can trust and feel safe to explore her desires.

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