Marks like Pink Ribbons pt. 1

After I signed all the required forms, he finally showed me his instruments. I expected a professional like him to have a large assortment, but I didn't expect this much variety. He showed me a large leather trunk full of paddles, crops, floggers, canes, and at least a dozen whips of all lengths and fabrics. I was impressed.

I thought of all the boys who had tried to play but had come short. Randy liked to spank me while we fucked doggystyle, but he could never get into it. Doug owned a flogger, but it was mostly for show than for play. Jessie liked to play with my crop, but he didn't have enough snap in his wrists. Andy tried hard, but bruises made him nervous.

I had visited a few fetish clubs before, but most of them only had female dominants. I assumed that it would be difficult to find a real male Dominant. The clubs were full of the wanna-bes. When a close friend raved about a special club offering professional services, I knew I had to try it out.

I gravitated towards the whips and floggers. High quality leather. Much nicer than the ones you buy at the regular porn stores. I noticed the chocolate brown flogger

"You have good taste," he said. He barely spoke above a whisper, and I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. I wondered if he could feel my body heat.

I caressed the soft leather strips. Softer than anything I had ever touched.

"100% of the finest calf leather," he said. "Not even Marc Jacobs has anything this good." He touched it while he spoke, stroking with his long artist's fingers.

"I can tell this is the one you want," he said. His smile showed straight, even teeth.

I blushed. I thought about his big hand wrapped around the handle, holding the thick shaft firmly like he would hold his cock. I imagined the first long stroke. Would he tease me by brushing the thin leather strips against my bare ass? Would the first strike be gentle like a playful tap? I thought about the flogger smacking my ass. He would snap his wrists, using even strokes to leave marks like pink ribbons.

"When you are ready, please undress and take a comfortable position." He turned to retrieve his tools.

I removed my robe. I was wearing a lacey bra. No panties. I kneeled on all fours in the center of the bed. I heard him approach me from behind. He caressed my ass with the soft leather. I grew moist.

He moved and sat on the bed. He laid the leather and the dagger within my line of sight. The knife slid into the leather. Slice after slice. I pressed my thighs together, and my clit felt heavy. He brushed a leather strip lightly across my skin. I shuddered.

"Shall we begin?"

I raised my ass higher.

To Be Continued...