Marks Like Pink Ribbons pt. 3

I moaned as I touched my clit, and my fingers became slick with my arousal. As I massaged my sensitive inner lips, the flogger smacked me again. I'd lost count of the strokes, but it didn't really matter anymore. Every time the flogger hit me, I pressed hard on my clit. He dropped his hand a bit, and the leather straps stung my asshole and grazed my pussy lips. The sensations almost became too much as I begged him to continue.

"Are you sure?" This time he sounded slightly out of breath. I could tell that I was giving him a workout. I couldn't tell how much time had passed since I entered this room.

"More, please," I said.

The flogger came down again and again. Each stroke hit a different spot: my tender ass, the area between my asshole and pussy, the edge of my outer lips. My flesh stung and then grew warm with the heat spreading throughout my body. He grunted with the later strokes, putting more effort into his blow.

I held out until I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't let the tears fall down my face, but I was grunting into the mattress. I pinched my clit between two fingers and rolled onto my back. He took that as a cue to stop. He just stood there and caught his breath while I brought myself close to orgasm.

I didn't mind that he watched my every move. I wanted to see him the results of his effort. With my legs open wide, I showed him my wet pussy, using one hand to spread apart my lips. If he was turned on, he didn’t it show on his face. I could only guess from the bulge in his pants.

I pinched my clit between two fingers and used my other hand to finger-fuck myself. One finger wasn't enough, and two was just right. Soon I had three fingers inside me, stretching myself for his view. I pressed down on my swollen clit and came hard.

When I could finally stand, he helped me stand. I tried to apologize for making such a mess on his bed, but he stopped me. After I cleaned up, I dressed and walked myself to the door.

"Thank you," I said. I meant it.

"My pleasure." He gave me the tiniest smile. "Perhaps I shall see you next month?"

Perhaps.

THE END

Marks Like Pink Ribbons pt. 2

I waited eagerly for the first contact. It wasn't my first flogging, but I was far from an expert. In my experiences, the reality never matched up to the fantasy. I kept meeting men who thought of flogging as a prelude to fucking. They gave me a few light blows before pulling off my panties. No one ever took the time to give my ass a real workout.

"Are you ready?"
I jumped at the sound of his voice. I forgot that he was still standing there. I imagined that the flogger floated in the air, independent of its owner. Closing my eyes, I nodded and prepared myself.

I heard the first smack before I felt it. The leather whizzed through the air before cracking against my bare ass. The strips slapped against my skin like the palm of a giant hand. I didn't cry out but I wanted to rub my ass. The second blow followed so quickly that I almost thought he had a second flogger in the other hand.

I turned my head to check, and he whispered, "Don't you dare. Stay still."

I faced forward again, just in time for number three. This time I did cry out. It was more of a whimper that leaked from my lips. He paused between three and four, and that gave me time to catch my breath. My ass felt like it was on fire, and it was only the third blow.

He dragged his fingers along my inner thighs. "Already dripping." He said it in a matter-of-fact voice like he was reporting a fact.

It was as if the heat from my butt spread to my face. I pressed my thighs together to see how wet I really was. When I did, his wrist snapped again and the flogger slapped me a fourth time. My nipples got hard right away. His timing was perfect, and I almost came right then.

I wanted to hold off until at least ten. It was agreed in advance that I could stop whenever I wanted to. If I wanted to climax, I could but he wouldn't help. As he said with pursed lips, he wasn't a hired whore. Fair enough.

"Shall I continue?"

His voice caressed me like soft fingertips. I half-wiggled my butt at him and nodded. I couldn't be sure but I thought I heard him chuckle under his breath.

The flogger cracked against my ass another time. Then another. This time he wasn't going to pause between strokes. I whimpered and groaned with each stroke. I reached down to touch my clit, propping my weight on one forearm. This position raised my butt even higher, and he grunted his approval.

To Be Continued...

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...