My mouth though desires to join the party too and it too begins to explore northwards too. My mouth kissing up and down each shin and calf, nuzzling behind each knee, rubbing my lips and cheeks up and down the back of your thighs. It too becoming frantic as my hands, as if in a competition with them to claim ownership of this new virgin land.
And it was in the midst of this battle between my senses that trouble was found. Within a few seconds of each other my senses of touch and smell discover unchartered territory, and what territory it is, rich in every sense known to me. Soft, undulating bumps and crevices, some parts ticklish to my face and hands, other parts moist and warm. Some parts easy to explore, others hidden away. But above all the aromas emanating from these lands. Mingling with the soapy perfumes are sweet, delicate scents that would quickly give way to earthier, spicier, notes. My nose tries to force its way into every crevice from where the enticing scents seem to emanate. My hands seek their own sensations there too, to explore the warm, moist delights, hidden in the depths below and within.
Later I could only wish they had cooperated with each other they both would have benefited from the access this could have granted. But my head is now no longer in charge. Clear thinking no longer drives my actions. By now my cock has taken control. It stands to its fullest attention wanting to join the frenzy of activity above it, but unable to reach the source of its desire whilst you remain standing and me on my knees around and beneath you. The most my cock can hope for was the second-hand pleasure, to be derived through every other sense available, of your juicy parts. It was desperate for sensations of its own though and so by now every part of my body from the head down tries to wrap itself around your legs, to rub against you, to feel the primal pleasure this brings. My hands reach upwards in search of your bosom to squeeze and stroke, or to reach around your body in search of your soft ass cheeks, to knead them, to part them, to explore the dark valley within. My chest and fat stomach are fixed now firmly against your legs, as I lift mine in a futile attempt to climb upwards towards your spring of nectar. My hips thrust my cock against and between your legs, all to derive as much friction as they and my disadvantageous position would permit.
It is then, just short of the climactic sensation i am in search of, when I feel the greatest sensation of all. A sharp crack of noise followed by a stinging sensation across my back, ass and cheeks. I wince as the pain tears across my body but I cling on tight to the limbs I had been exploring so manically just moments earlier, but more tightly now as if they would offer me the protection I seek.
Thwack! Another sharp searing pain across my body forces me to let go of your legs and I fall to floor, curling into a ball. The flogger in your hands now bears down on my back and buttocks again and again, remorselessly until all I can do is sob and beg for mercy at your feet. I now have had all the sensations I can bear to take from your body. All I need now is your pity.
But as I lie there you show me you are no monster but simply a loving teacher and protector who must sometimes discipline me to help me learn, to grow into the perfect slave I wish to be. As you rub cream into the wounds left by the leather straps of your flogger, you explain that I had started very well with decorum, composure and due respect. You were prepared to allow me a degree of latitude as I became more frantic the more I was exposed to the treasures of sensations your body offered. But once I lost control of my actions to my cock you could not allow the assault on your body to continue. You are not territory to be explored or conquered. I should seek to entice, to nurture, to worship as this would bring forth much greater bounties forward me, if only I could learn to be the worthy slave I yearned to be.
As I lay cradled in your arms, nuzzled gently against your breasts, I sob almost silently (in shame more than pain), as you slowly lull me into sleep.
