The day is etched in my mind.
A package arrived. It was very non-descript in appearance. Outwardly, white, the dirt of travel, handling, and addresses. The inside with bubble wrap. A handwritten note from the craftsman, thanking me for my patronage. A bill marked paid in full. The item. This is sealed in a transparent plastic bag. I inspected. The handle was tightly woven white leather. The tails, the same. All professionally coiled and packaged. I opened the resealable bag. The fragrance of leather quickly filled my senses.
I smiled to myself. Dayamai would appreciate this and take pleasure from the aroma alone. Carefully, I remove the item. The coils fell loosely as I grasped the thick handle. Tendrils, twenty inches long. Swirling lightly, I began to develop a feel for our new toy. The perfume of leather filled the air. Yes, she will enjoy this.
Dayamai would arrive in two days. There had been weeks since our last meeting. That had been a trio. One of her good friends had agreed to participate. My participation had been limited to pleasing Dayamai at first. Exploring her naked skin with fingertips, lips, and tongue. She stood against the table, her back towards me. I distinctly remember the look and feel of her ass checks. Smooth skin to caress, to knead and fondle. Periodically reaching between her thighs, just to brush her cunt. A tease of pleasures to arrive later. I recall running fingertips up the back of her arms. It gave her gooseflesh and I smiled at this. Leaning forward, her hair pushed aside, giving me access to her neck and shoulders. The taste of her flesh was exquisite. Smooth, tan, and beautiful. My kisses trailed from shoulder to neck, ear and returned.
The growing flesh in my trousers, pressing now in the space between her ass cheeks. Upon this realization, Dayamai pressed against me.
A primal section of my mind told me to drop my pants and take her there and then. It would have been simple. Patience informed me there was more to explore, taste and feel. I would opt for the latter. Dayamai was asked to turn and lay upon the table. Her proud breasts moved with her. I could not help but smile. I would have those tasty mounds. Suckle and bite her nipples. Lick the edges of her breasts. The thought of this made my hardening cock throb. Dayamai was a feast before me. As I savored one nipple and breast, her other was menaced by my hand, squeezing, kneading, twisting, and pulling. Both nipples stand at attention. The logical direction would have been to move south. The area between her legs. But no. I did not.
Rather, I move up to her neck and face. A trail of kisses and licks that meandered. Pausing, I looked into her eyes. Hers were deep and inviting. My lips went to hers. Little time is lost here. Dayamai's mouth opened to receive me. Her tongue immediately seeking mine. The passion of her kiss was immense and powerful. Tongues danced together in a swirl of searching. Saliva exchanged in the first of her liquids I would have. Her warm breath taken into my body. Dayamai's arms reached up to pull me closer and tighter. I began to wonder which of us would lose control first. Once again, I fought my animal tendencies. There was much more to be accomplished.
Dayamai's friend arrived. She was quiet and quite different from the woman I was tasting. Will we call her Emma. Not her name, but you do not need to know. Emma was slim and small. Still quite lovely. A bob haircut, almond shaped eyes. Emma sat at a distance, choosing to observe and listen.
Dayamai had enough of my lips on hers. Forcefully, she pushed me down her body. Her legs spread in anticipation. Her lower lips already gleamed with moisture. I would tease. Rather than drink her juices, I kissed and licked her perimeter, never touching her pussy. Dayamai began to bloom and swell. I had experienced her body's perfume before. Each time was the first. I never tire of her womanly scent. Indeed, it was intoxicating for me, as a fine wine. I could deny her no longer. My tongue snaked out to slowly lick from her base to the top of her cunt. Immediately, the inner lips presented themselves. These I covered with small kisses and licking. The honey began to flow from her. Gently, I surrounded the inner lips with my mouth. I wasted none of her. It would have been wrong.
Emma chose this moment to disrobe. She moved closer to better observe. The small teardrop shaped breasts. Emma's hands reached up to take her own breasts. My attention returned to Dayamai. I knew from time and practice; she would orgasm soon. One finger inserted into her, slowly rising from base to button while I licked. Several repetitions and I added a second finger. Both are now coated with Dayamai's succulent fluids. Her inner lips spread with my fingers. I curved them with each upward movement, as though to beckon her closer. Dayamai's back began to arch. Orgasm was impending for her. Emma could be seen in my periphery. One hand on her breast, one now in her own womanhood. Her mouth was working wordlessly.
Dayamai released a loud and enthusiastic groan. Her arms flew to the table. Her hands gripping the edges. Her body tensed with orgasm. Then release. Dayamai gushed juices into my waiting and thirsty mouth. Her legs wrapped around my head and neck to keep me in my place. Sucking and drinking the products of her divine body.
Dayamai recovered. She stroked my hair with her hands now. Small gentle movements on my part to extend her pleasure. I suggested that Emma take her place on the table. Both women quickly moved to make the exchange. I stood. Dayamai replaced me in the chair. I remained at her side. My role would now become instructional. Dayamai did to Emma what I had done earlier. Firmly, I told Dayamai to do a better job licking Emma. If she did not, punishment would follow. Emphasis given in the form of a firm swat to Dayamai's ass. She squeaked and redoubled her efforts. Emma telling her to do what I said.
"Pinch her nipples." I ordered Dayamai.
"Suck her clit harder." I added.
"Do what he says." Emma added.
Hands slide up Emma's body. Nipples gripped with searching fingers.
Another slap to Dayamai's ass. Two bright red handprints now appear.
Emma's body began to shake, and her voice let go a high-pitched squeal. I watched in fascination as orgasm took Emma.
"Keep licking." I ordered Dayamai. "Make her cum again."
Dayamai licked, kissed, and drank Emma with reckless abandon. I applied periodic enforcement to Dayamai's ass. We were rewarded soon with Emma's second orgasm.
Then, our time was up. We each had other responsibilities. Naked bodies became clothed. A few gentle kisses exchanged, and we went our separate ways.
This leads us to today, now and the package.
Part 2
Dayamai was an adventurous one. Eager for new experiences. The cat of nine tails was our new toy. I had used a pillow for practice. Noted the sounds from different angles. The force needed for a variety of speeds. It occurred to me I needed another item before her arrival. A short shopping trip and I returned with an exquisite Oriental rug. This was not an everyday piece. Only when Dayamai was here.
Dayamai arrived. We shared an embrace and light kiss. We each knew it would be more involved later. I prepared each an espresso. We sat at the kitchen table and regaled each other with our adventures. Our recent travels, family members, and general small talk. It became time for more important matters.
There were things to discuss. Previous sessions with Dayamai had involved varying degrees of activity. Spanking, slapping, choking, and biting had been a part. The Cat would be new. We needed to agree on the number of strokes and to what locations. Dayamai was eager and wanted a grand experience. The number of was to be six strokes on her ass, four to her breasts and six to her lower abdomen. I thought it excessive for our first outing. She would not be denied. I suggested a suitable safe word, DeSaad. An expert torturer from a comic book. Dayamai found that amusing. It was a time for fun and pleasure.
The rug spread in an accessible area. I asked Dayamai to remove her shoes before walking on it. That was a rule. No shoes on her rug. She inspected it thoroughly and was convinced of its quality. I told her to remove all her clothes and stand waiting. I sat. My own shoes and socks were removed. I then stripped to the waist. Only my dress pants remained.
I spoke.
"Dayamai, take your place on the rug. Kneel on all fours."
She did so. I marveled at her tan skin, smooth and soft. Dayamai's hair hung loosely. I moved around her slowly and inspected her body. Her breast thrust towards the floor, nipples hard in anticipation. There was a correction to add.
I spoke.
"Dayamai the legs are not apart as they should. They need to be shoulder width apart."
She did as I said. I took the opportunity to make a close inspection. Her beautiful round ass, smooth to the touch. The vagina, neatly trimmed and dark curly hair. Just a hint of the pink flesh that was under it.
The inspection is done. I turned and strolled to the table. The Cat was removed from its packaging. I grasped the handle to twirl the tendrils. I stepped onto the carpet. The tails brushed on Dayamai's face and head. The full leather fragrance to inhale. The tails trailed down her back. This caused her to shiver. She is delightful. The tendrils then drug back and forth over her ass. I had teased enough.
The Cat rose in the air, a swift downward stroke. The satisfying sound of leather on flesh. A sharp breath. Dayamai's only reaction. Pink stripes appeared on her right cheek. Time passed. Her breath slowed. My hand in the air. The second stroke upon her left cheek. Once more, a sharp intake of breath, followed by a shiver from her body. I decided to give her time to absorb. I walked to the stereo. I chose "O Solitude" by Henry Purcell. I thought it fit the mood and had it repeat. Then returned to the rug and Dayamai.
Her ass was bright red now. Strips on both ass cheeks. The third stroke. Dayamai made a loud and audible gasp. I rounded to the front. Tears dripped to the carpet. We had agreed to six strokes. I had my doubts. Slowly, I moved. Once more behind her. Dayamai's chest heaved. The sway of her back rose and fell. My hand raised for stroke number four. The solid slap of nine leather strips landed on her left ass cheek. A piercing scream left Dayamai's mouth. She sobbed uncontrollably.
