A Somewhat True Story...
My wrists and ankles were bound with rope and the whipping had been in progress for several minutes. And with each blow of the the multiple leather tails I cried out in pain/pleasure--although my Dom had warned me to keep my "noise" muted down. The apartment walls were thin and his neighbors might hear. So I tried to remember and abide by this with each blow. It was difficult. I loved the pain and wanted to shout out my joy at receiving it.
I had a Dom! He'd used my dildo on me; opened me up! He was whipping me now!
After several minutes, as I say, a high-pitched female voice rang out above the lash of the whip and my muted cry. The bedroom door swung open and the rhythm of the whip ended abruptly. And my Dom said, his head turned away from me:
"It's consensual, darling. Not like that last time."
Then, to what I presumed was stunned silence:
"He wants it. Don't you?" head swiveling back to me. And my own head swung to the left and looked, or tried to look, over my bare left shoulder.
The woman was plump, very plump, and appeared to be in her late twenties/early thirties. Her hair was natural blonde. She wore a grey hospital pants suit indicating some level of employment below registered nurse. And after a lengthy pause, as she took in the bizarre sight, she announced:
"I'm going out."
And the door slammed on her dad's imploring cry, "Darling?" And seconds later a distant second door slammed shut.
"My daughter...," my Dom told me after a defeated pause.
"What...what's she doing home?"
"I guess her shift ended early. She wasn't supposed to be home till after four."
Meanwhile the stinging pain from the whipping hovered in the air, above my buttocks, like an invisible cloud.
"Oh well...," the young woman's dad said. "I guess we might as well finish this. I'll explain it all to her later."
And the whip swung again, though with less conviction than the previous dozens of times. This blow was almost gentle by comparison. Soon enough, however, he got his strength and his rhythm back up.
When his arm finally gave out he "subjected" me to another round with my thick jello dildo, the vibrator entering me easily this time, all the way in in a single thrust. When he was done, and after he pulled it out, my hole remained dilated for a few moments, and cool ambient air rushed inside me. He snapped a pic of it, my open hole, and promised to email it to me. He never did.
Then the ropes came off and, finally, lastly, the weighted noose he'd clipped to the top of my ball sack, to hold the looped cord in place. And for a moment, kneeling there, I felt as if I was levitating. Advancing to the room's white popcorn ceiling.
"OK," he said, gathering up his various implements, including an uncapped tube of lubricant I'd brought. "We're done--for this time. When can you come back? Probably take about a week for these lashes to heal up. Next Saturday?"
He was both asking and answering his own questions.
"I got a lot of explaining to do," he remarked, with a shake of the head. Presumably meaning to his overweight daughter. "You could've spoken up you know."
I swallowed, thickly--as if I'd just sucked his smallish cock, and he'd cum in it. As I had, and he had, about an hour earlier. "When?"
"When I told you to speak," he snapped. "You could've told her we'd arranged all this. It was consensual. Now I'll have to show her all the emails, to prove it to her. Some guys like to be punished. Some guys enjoy pain. Here, read. Too bad I don't have tapes of our conversations."
We'd had two--phone conversations that is. One early in the week, after exchanging multiple emails over two days, and a second one Thursday night, to confirm I was coming over, and to set a time. Around noon would be good, he'd said. His daughter wouldn't be home till late afternoon. That would give us several hours of alone time together.
"I'll whip the shit out of you," he said over the phone, in his husky smoker's voice.
"I want that."
"You dress?"
"Dress?"
"In women's clothing?"
"Underwear. I'm wearing panties right now."
"You stroking yourself?"
"No."
"Don't. I want your balls full of cum when I hang weights from them. You ever stretched?"
