Whip’s End

More often than not, when Princess arrives at my place, I can sense if she is wound up or stressed. The latter find its origin in a combination of daily shit. Work and/or her kids and/or Stella are the most likely blends.

Yesterday was one of those moments.
When Princess entered the living room I grabbed and kissed her but it felt strange, as if a part of her tongue or mouth was not fully cooperating.
A part of her jaw was still numb after visiting the dentist. He is good yet Princess and I suspect deep down there is a sadist hiding in him.

I sensed the love of my life was feeling very tensed so I ordered her to strip.

Gently I warmed up her skin with a soft suede flogger. It is not only about warming up but more about putting Princess in the right mindset.

After a short while I asked her to take the bamboo pole that hangs from the ceiling. It is 6 feet wide and she grabs the ends. Due to Princesses shoulder problems I can’t tie her wrist and pull her arms up.

I touched her body with my fairly new 5.2 feel long faux-leather whip. It wrapped around her body, its end slapping her. She likes it on her back, buttock, breasts, hell, everywhere. Of course I adapt the intensity of the strokes depending on what I am aiming at.

This whip leaves marks as the skin becomes red and a little swollen. The intensity depends on the body part but on her hips, breasts, tummy and thighs they stay for a day or two.

That frightens me because I am afraid her kids will see them. They already, in the past, suspected I was abusing their mother.

On the other hand, Princess and I love these marks. It are love bites.

I did not overdo but I used my whip long enough to find out Princess likes it the most when she faces me.

Using a whip (5,25 feet) gives a whole new sensation. I love the swirl my arm makes above my hand. There lies beauty in the movement, in the intention of that movement. To stroke, to hurt.
I love the whooshing sound and the dry clap when her soft skin is touched by my whip’s end.

But I chose not to overdo it.

“On your knees Princess,” I then said.
I molded her body so her arms were stretched forward, her forehead on the ground, her back arched and her ass high.

Warmed my Princess up again with the suede flogger before ordering her to lie flat on her stomach.

I sat next to her, positioning myself until I found the right angle. For 20 minutes I used my cane.
Not in a continuous avalanche of blows but more every 45’ seconds or even longer.
I finished off the session with a harsh spanking, my hand waving over her thighs and then hitting her delicious ass. Over and over and over.

“Thank you, Milord,” she screamed when an orgasm, as strong as a monstrous tsunami, turned her upside down and made her mind and body spin.

Princess can orgasm on a spanking/whipping alone, without any sensual touching whatever.

As always it was an orgasm with some squirting. I held Princess in my arms for a while and then cleaned up the mess.

Some Dom’s let their sub do the cleaning job but I consider Princesses’ orgasms a gift so I do not have a problem with the scrubbing after.
Also I clean the toys because that way I can check them for fissures or other problems.

I held her close to me in bed while we watched some old Upper Floor clips.
We kissed, it still felt a little awkward.

The Princess said something that took my breath away and made me so very happy. I know Princess is open for what could happen on the road we have taken recently.
Until now though she had not said it yet. Not that it makes a difference but maybe it does. It felt like it was important though, hearing Princess say it.

“I am looking forward to my first threesome with you, Milord. The mere idea makes me so very hot.”
I smiled, there was no answer needed.

Princess and I know we are bound by desire and our love is fathomless.

Whip's End
Whip’s End

 

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