Hers Pt 07

Caroline and I were walking one morning along the lake behind my house when she brought up a subject we'd discussed on and off for a few days. She was still curious about the collection of toys left over from my erstwhile marriage and wanted to know how much of my history was based in my need for it. She admitted that certain aspects intrigued her but that her primary interest was based on making me happy by addressing my needs.

I had to admit that I would never have become involved with my wife in a femdom relationship if much of it hadn't aroused me. The more we discussed the subject the more obvious it became that we would begin exploring to find just the right level of domination that would fulfill what I wanted from our relationship and what would arouse her to adopt in the way of control.so we found mutual pleasure and satisfaction. It also grew obvious that she was curious about submitting occasionally.

"I've been reading a lot about the lifestyle and there seems to be a general contempt for keeping femdom to scene play and a celebration of full lifestyle immersion in what's called Female led Relationships."

"That's a common prejudice."

"I think I would prefer confining it to scene play in the bedroom, rather than full lifestyle."

"I think I would probably prefer that as well. My marriage was more than enough of the 24/7 deal."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. I've also read about many people who get great pleasure from switching roles. That seems more like what draws me."

"Give and take, exploring everything as fun more than delineated strict rules?"

"Exactly, just sexy fun."

I took her hand pulled her to face me and wrapped her in my arms. Our lips met and we joined in a soft kiss that grew into something more passionate.

"I love you, Tony."

"And I love you too. Let's go inside. I really want to begin exploring our new um... understanding."

"Take me to bed or lose me forever."

"Top Gun."

She laughed heartily and we practically skipped up the path back to the house holding each other's hand.

I followed eagerly, hoping that we were in store for something extraordinary, kinky and delicious. I wasn't sure which way the cards were about to fall, not that it really mattered, I was perfectly content to serve or be served by my beloved Caroline.

The toys she'd stumbled upon ranged from sublime to sadistic and I I was ready to investigate any of them with my new love whether she wanted to use them on me or wanted me to use them on her which I was discovering was a possibility, make that a probability, with her. She had shown a fondness for the flogger, using it on my back, ass, chest and thighs. It surprised me when she asked me to use it on her and astonished me when she reacted enthusiastically to my flogging her lovely tits and floored me when she wanted to know how it would feel applied to her gorgeous pussy. That was surprise enough, but when she came from it, crying out extravagantly when she orgasmed from the caress of the leather tresses stinging her pubis and labia, I was astonished.

When I caught up to her in the bedroom, she was already naked save for high heels and holding the flogger that she offered to me with a wicked, impish grin.

"This really worked yesterday. Why don't we start where we left off?"

I was still feeling awkward taking the dominant role, but the tone in her voice and the look in her eye were persuasive, so I took the handle, and she quickly bent over, offering her lovely butt. I drew the tresses gently across the provocatively presented flesh, teasing her with their caress. This drew a happy sigh and a slight sway of apparent invitation. When I drew the leather strands through the cleft of her heart shaped butt.

"Use it, baby. Let me feel it."

I rolled my wrist to flick the leather strands down onto her haughty buttocks and her responding happy sigh encouraged me to repeat it. She pushed her butt out, seeming to ask for more. I put a bit more into the next stroke and got a bigger reaction, but her words gave me more encouragement.

"Oooh, that's it. More."

I took her seriously and built up a nice rhythm gradually increasing the power of the strokes to her obvious enjoyment. She bent forward and spread her feet, opening her junction and I took the hint to bring a few strokes up from below onto her pussy. I kept it gentle still debating the whole dominant position that was basically contrary to my nature and training.

The more strokes I delivered to her pussy, the more excited she seemed to get. I had to admit I was beginning to enjoy it too. The rhythm of spinning the handle and the sound of the leather slapping against her flesh was feeling erotic and her eager reaction was communicable. It further encouraged me when I notices

"I can't believe how good this is feeling."

"I like that you're enjoying it. I'm not doing it too hard?"

"A little harder might be even better."

"You sure?"

"Yes, please."

I took her at her word and increased the pace and force of the flogger lashes and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself too."

"I've always been on the receiving end. This is interesting."

"Did she flog your genitals?"

"This was one of her favorite things. She loved hurting my balls particularly."

"Do you miss that?"

"She got brutal at the end,"

"You would've liked it more sensual?"

"I did when we first got together, before she got really mean"

"What you're doing right now is good, it feels loving, turns me on. I never thought about what fun subbing could be, but I think I get it."

"It's really hot, within reason. She got way too into it sometimes, really hurting me so I could barely walk the next day. She liked to make me scream in agony."

"She focused on your balls?"

"Her favorite target."

"I like playing with them."

"I like that too."

"We got off track. You were whipping my pussy, and it was turning me on."

"Really?"

She nodded. Her eyes sparkled and she spread her feet a bit wider while taking a deep breath and looking up to stare into my eyes.

I spun the tresses up onto her pussy again.

"Harder baby, really give it to me."

I obliged, but hesitantly still.

"I mean it, harder, let me really feel it."

"Okay, Caroline if that's what you really want." so I laid into her full force with a series of powerful strokes that made her whimper, and her knees bend as her breathing deepened and her thighs tremble. The next two strikes bit into her more deeply.

"God, yes, just like that."

Her excitement inspired me to increase the pace and intensity as I redoubled my effort to flog her still more harshly. That in turn built her enjoyment and our growing mutual passion built as our passion merged until she began showing signs of

an approaching explosion. When she came her knees buckled fully and she staggered toward me.

I dropped the flogger and took her into my arms, holding her tenderly while she gasped and shuddered in my embrace. Her breathing was deep and rapid, practically panting. Spams of receding passion swept through her while I stroked her gently and kissed her tenderly.

"That was wonderful, Tony. I never came so intensely. It was magic. The pain kind of amplified the pleasure when I came."

"Funny how that works, isn't it?"

"Mmm, sure is. My turn now, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You want me to beat you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Ma'am?"

She arched an eyebrow and her look intensified.

"Is that how you want it to be?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I can roll with that."

She snatched the crop from the floor and advanced toward me. Her demeanor was different, dominant, with a wicked edge to her as she swung the flogger in a figure eight threateningly in the direction of my hard cock. Our eyes met and I saw the power flash from her eyes into my heart, so I pressed my hips forward to offer my cock greedily for her flogger.

She felt the movement and understood the offer I had made. She extended her reach, so the leather falls began to meet my cock flesh. The impacts made my stiff meat bounce. Each stroke stung badly, filling the need that whipping her had built in my slave's soul.

"You need this don't you slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do need it. Make me yours."

She immediately understood my desire for what she was doing to me and built her lashes quickly in power and aim to begin catching my balls with more strokes. Then she shifted her aim, so each stroke came straight up from below so each time the slim leather tendrils thudded hard, directly against my balls. At the same time, they stung the skin of my scrotum with bright intensity. It felt like I'd come home at last.

That scene proceeded eventually to a tender copulation with both of us orgasming in near unison and a long tender embrace, soft caresses, kissing, and whispered endearments.

"They say the perfect match is two switches, yanno?"

"That certainly felt perfect. Did it help you calling me Mistress?"

"I think it did, part of the construct. I just felt right saying it."

"It was kinda hot."

"You like being my Mistress?"

"I did, it was fun, but I loved it when you flogged my pussy too. Both sides of the equation work in their own ways. I loved how turned on you became being submissive to me. That was exciting. How hard you got right away. Did you like the pain?"

I guess I must have blushed.

"Aww, Tony, it's okay. If that's what you like, I'll be happy to be your Mistress."

"I liked the look in your eyes when you got into it. There is a bit of Domme in you that liked getting out."

"It did feel natural, kind of hot. You got really hard and the harder I whipped you the more you responded."

"It felt kind of like the early days with my wife. Before she got too crazy."

"Gotcha, baby. I'll try not to become crueler than you can handle, but we both want to play in that area it seems."

"Yes, Mistress, I would like to serve you, please."

"But I don't only want to be your Domme. I liked it the other way too."

"I know you did."

"So, we're switches?"

"If that's what you want, baby."

"That would work for me."

"If it works for you it works for me."

"It's certainly worked so far."

"It certainly has, darling."

We fell into each other's arms, kissing passionately.

As the fever built our hands grew busy fondling each other and soon we were having wild but vanilla sex again. We fucked with wild abandon, thrashing around on the bed until she'd cum three times and I finished the coupling with an earth-shaking orgasm of my own, pumping what felt like it must have been a pint of cum deep into her.

After the fireworks dimmed, we lay entwined in each other's arms whispering endearments until hunger reared its relentless head and we reluctantly disentangled to dress and head out fora wonderful celebratory dinner where we discussed the details of the complex new relationship we had decided upon.