Bare on the Cross - Pt. 02

She remained strapped to the cross, her thighs quivering and a whimper trickling from her lips. At the table behind her, I took up a soft flogger. The handle was chocolate brown, the tongues black and gold. I moved back around to the front and started gently slapping at her thighs. She tensed at first, drawing in a hiss of breath, but then eased into the action.

I swiped across her legs and calves, then up to her stomach and over her chest. She particularly enjoyed having her chest lightly flogged, arching her back and biting her lip. After a few passes with the soft strikes I started swinging harder. The relaxedplap sound of impact became a hardersmack. She moaned her approval, and I felt pride at being able to make her feel that way. Up and down her body, smack, smack, smack. By the time I'd had enough of the flogger, pink marks were rising on her sensitive skin. The first of many more marks to come.

I exchanged the flogger for a riding crop. I preferred this instrument for its precision. I took it and pressed the keeper, the folded strip of leather, to the inside of her ankle. I dragged it all the way up the inside of her leg and then, before touching her hyper-sensitive pussy, switched over to the other leg, starting at the ankle, drawing all the way up.

I traced her entire outline, shoulders, forearms, the insides of her elbows, all the way to her fingertips. I circled her nipples and traced over her stomach, all while trying to decide where the first strike would land. Finally, I held it up to her cheek and slowly, sensually, slipped it across her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out, and I let her lick the keep before taking it the rest of the way to the other cheek. I enjoyed the symmetry of the exercise.

I decided to start with her hips. I drew a small, delicate circle with the end of the crop, then brought it down with a sharpCRACK. She shuddered, and I did the same on the other hip. Circle. CRACK.

I repeated this process along the inside of her thighs. Her calves.

Then back up, cracking across her ribs. Her shoulders, biceps, palms.

Then her breasts. This elicited the loudest moan and she bit her lip as she shook in her restraints. I played with her nipples the longest. To reward her for her endurance, I kissed them, ran my tongue over them to soothe the heat. Strangely, this didn't seem to soothe her...

Then it was time to tease her clit. I tapped lightly at her vulva with the crop, stopping periodically to run it up the inside of her legs again, encouraging her body to flood the area with heat and sensitivity. The more she panted the firmer the taps became, until they were closer to slaps. She was once again straining against the cuffs, muscles standing out and highly uncivil sounds rumbling up from her throat.

After some more of this, I gave her a rest. In between pants, she said, "Sir?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "Yes, pet?"

"I... I'm sorry but I don't think I can do this much longer. I want to... I'm just getting so tired."

I smiled warmly. "Of course darling. Would you like me to let you down now... or should we finish things off?"

She bit her bottom lip. "Finish me... please..."

I chuckled. I went to the table, laid down the crop, and picked up our session's final instrument: a powerful rabbit vibrator, so potent that we could only use it in this soundproofed room, lest her screams frighten our neighbours. Though she had always suspected that at least one of the couples next door would be more pleased than bothered...

I lubed up the toy, then stepped around to face her. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, "Uh huh, yes please, Sir."

I gently slid the thick part of the rabbit up into her tight pussy, and she shuddered with pleasure as it filled her. Once it was deep enough for the other part of the rabbit to press into her clit, I switched it on.

"Unghhhh... ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuck!" Her response was immediate and satisfying. She uttered a stream of foul expletives which devolved into mindless grunts and growls while she bucked against the toy. I increased the vibration and started to move it, fucking her. The vibration of the toy ran up my arm and into my teeth and was quite uncomfortable, but I did my best to ignore it.

That sweet girl only lasted five minutes before her orgasm struck her like lightning. Her pussy contracted so hard I thought I might not get the toy back, and her fluids gushed down my wrist. I tried to savour the sight of her caught up in such a visceral moment, leaning forward to kiss her bucking hips. Finally, she gasped out "Red!" and I withdrew, letting her slump and twitch. I put the toy on the table, then undid the restraints at her ankles, running my hands over the impression the cuffs had left in her skin. I did the same with her wrists, and she fell over my shoulder, arms wrapped around me. I half carried her over to the lounge, and we cuddled, with her curled up in my lap. I stroked her hair, and when she was ready to let me go, fetched some lotion for the welts. Afterwards she fell asleep on my chest.

And something interesting had happened. I'd completely forgotten about my own arousal. I'd not even thought about it since before I'd picked up the flogger. I felt proud. And also excited, because it meant that at our next play session I wouldn't feel any guilt about using her as much as I could.

Eventually she woke up feeling groggy and hungry. We went upstairs and ordered food, showered together, then finished the in the living room, eating and watching tv quietly, with her head nestled into the crook of my neck, and my arm around her shoulders.