Liz stripped down to her bare skin and took her place in the center of the room, her back to the door and myself. Jim moved to stand in front of her and placed a blindfold around her head. As she stood there, he took Liz's hands one at a time and raised them above her head. He placed each into a wrist cuff that had hand grips on them. These were hooked to opposite ends of a bar that was hanging securely from the ceiling on a chain.
Jim then placed a cuff on both of Liz's ankles and hooked each one onto another bar that caused her to spread her legs a little more than shoulder width apart. He stood before Liz after this and leaned forward, whispering something into her ear before moving away. I thought I saw her lean toward him as if trying to give him a kiss, but Jim had move away before she could.
Jim began his work at this point, letting his hands start off caressing the front of Liz's body. I could hear her soft breathing begin to deepen and at times when I thought that maybe Jim was pinching her nipples or pulling roughly on them, Liz would moan a little. His hands caressed her body all over the front; but on occasion he would take them away from her before bringing them back to her body.
I felt the cool air in the dungeon like room and figured that the way she slightly whimpered when he took his hands away; she was missing the warmth they offered. Jim reached over to the large table in the room as one of his hands slid down her front to her thighs and picked up a couple of items that any person could recognize...clothes pins.
He held them in his hand as the other caressed Liz's legs softly and gently, sometimes touching her groin, eliciting a deep moan of desire from Liz. He did this a few times with just one hand; then he brought the other hand between her legs as she raised her hips to his already caressing other hand. Her hips slightly jerked as he closed the padded ends of the clothes pins on each lip of her labia. Her sounds went from mewling pleasure to a slight groan of pain, but her hips did not leave the area where his hands still touched her inner thighs.
I had learned from speaking with Jim and a couple of other dominants that what they do is throw the sense off balance by changing the nerves from receiving pain and pleasure when it's least expected. Done properly, the submissive can enter what some have called sub-space, others would call a euphoric high, a rush, or just pure bliss. Liz was certainly on the trip down that road already and Jim was going to lead her.
Jim moved away from her and I noticed again that he did not seem to notice I was there any longer. His entire focus was now on Liz, as it should be, he explained to me before this night. He walked over to the table and picked up one of the floggers lying there, and I was glad that he had showed me his tools before this event on a previous night.
I watched as he took his position behind Liz and began to swing the soft leather of the flogger, just barely touching her rear end with a slight up swing before swinging it fully around and bringing it down on her upper back. Each touch on Liz's ass made her raise it up, exposing her back to the flogger's true strike on her back. Moans of either pain or pleasure, my own ears could not really tell, came from Liz with each touch of the many strips on her flesh.
Jim wasn't hitting her hard, at least it didn't seem like I would consider it hard myself; but I wasn't on the end of his swings. I could tell from the way Liz reacted, it was a little painful, but she didn't try to escape it too much at the moment. Just when I thought Jim was getting into a rhythm, he changed it and began to swing the flog in a sideways figure eight pattern, catching Liz's upper back with each stroke, now a little harder than before.
Liz was now trying to walk in the tips of her toes forward to escape the sting of the flogging, but with her bindings, she was unable to escape from it. Being the man that I am, and not liking to see a woman in pain, I almost left so that I wouldn't see anymore; but when Jim stopped swinging the flog and moved up to Liz, I remained seated out of curiosity to watch what he would do next.
The one hand holding the flogger raised high and he let the tips of the soft leather strands just caress her reddening back, as he leaned forward and blew on her skin. The sounds Liz made this time were definitely those of someone that was enjoying the feelings they were receiving. I understood then that the tips of the flog were soft and must feel like many gentle fingers caressing Liz's tender flesh as Jim's cool breath moved across the heated area that had been beaten.
Liz began to relax back onto the bottoms of her feet as Jim moved away and set the flogger back on the table and picked up another one. This one with several strands that I knew where leather as well, but much more coarse than the one he had just set down. He once again moved up close to her and let the edges of the many tips drag gently along her upper back. Quickly, he pulled it away from her back and swung it with what had to be a stinging blow from the upper right down to the left.
I flinched at the sudden movement, and I had seen Liz do the same but she quickly recovered when the tips of the flogger caressed her skin again. She moaned with the gentle touch of it before it was once again quickly used to sting her back once more, this time from the upper left to the lower right.
I didn't flinch this time or shut my eyes; and I noted that Jim was true to his word. He never let the strikes hit anywhere below the middle of the back; as he had explained to me before that it could cause injury to Liz's internal orgasm. I had also noticed that the initial strike may have stung some, along with the dragging of the leather cords when the crossed her back; but the soft caress between each strike was tender and gentle and these must be throwing Liz's senses off track.
Jim moved back to the table, and laid the flogger back down, picking up paddle made of two straps of soft leather. He moved beside and just behind Liz and touched her buttocks with the paddle. Liz jumped at the touch, as if she had just been struck, even though it was just a touch. She relaxed and was rewarded by an actual hard slap on one cheek with the paddle. She apparently tried to remain still when Jim touched her buttocks again, but her body still responded automatically and moved at the soft touch. When she relaxed, Jim gave her another swat on the opposite cheek.
Liz's back side was beginning to grow red with several swats from the paddle before Jim just held it to her back cheeks. Liz no longer moved away from it and even seemed to press toward it. I could hear her voice moans again, not sure if they were from pain or pleasure; and from her body's actions, I didn't think she could really tell anymore either.
Jim moved the paddle up her flesh with soft pats of it, tapping along her back and upper shoulders, and then moving back to her ass before giving her a couple more swats with it, for good measure, I guessed.
