PART 1 Flogging

I walk into the bedroom and I’m greeted with Daniel’s bare back. Fuck… He’s faced away from me, messing with something on the bed. He told me we could try something new today, but I’d have to be a good girl. Dear god, when he says ‘good girl,’ it’s like the floodgates literally open. More than once, I’ve had to get a fucking change of underwear because of how shamefully wet I get hearing his sinful voice telling me I’m a “good girl.” He knows it, too. He’ll sometimes find a way to work it into a conversation when he innocently calls me over my lunch break, and I spend my day wanting to kill/fuck him for it.

 

I take a few moments to admire the view of his beautiful back muscles, and I bring a finger to the corner of my mouth, just to make sure I’m not actually drooling. I like to think of myself as a patient woman, but when I see this, my panties drop off my hips, almost of their own accord. He doesn’t seem to realize that I’ve come in, so I decide to make my presence known by tossing my lacy pale-pink tanga on the bed in front of him. He snatches them up with one hand and I hear him growl, which gives me a wicked thrill. He still hasn’t turned around, but I can feel the tension in him – he’s ready to snap.

 

“Johana,” he says warningly. “You can’t do this and expect me not to fuck the shit out of you right now.”

 

I walk up closer behind him, and lower my voice just slightly, “Oh, I fully expect that.”

 

He’s still facing away from me, but I can feel the smirk I know is on his face. When I’m about a foot from him, he springs on me – turning around, gripping my hips and pulling me into him, all in one smooth movement. Yup, the smirk is there. He moves his hands to my ass and pulls me against him, and I can feel his growing erection against my abdomen.

 

He nips softly at my earlobe, “I thought you wanted to watch a movie, princess.”

 

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, “I changed my mind.”

 

He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and growls in my ear, “Is that right?”

 

I nod my head, “Yeah. Fuck the movie idea. Fuck me instead.” I wink at him with a naughty smile.

 

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

 

“What ever do you mean?” I’m pretty sure any attempt to look innocent failed miserably there… I lift my head up and back so I can see his face – eyes darkened with desire and lips slightly parted. It’s taking everything I have not to jump him right now.

 

I’ve learned that as much as I love our kinky sex, I love our vanilla sex, too. Sometimes it’s nice to be on the same level. The operative word being sometimes. Daniel giving me orders is something I will never have too much of. Even when we’re engaging in power play, it doesn’t always have to be kinky. Sometimes it’s a matter of him simply ordering me to keep my hands on his hair when he’s eating me out. Even though that’s a normal/typical action by the vanilla receiver of oral sex, something about being commanded to do it makes it that much hotter for me. “Princess, you’re gonna keep your hands in my hair the entire time I’m tongue-fucking you. That’s an order. Understood?” Ohhh yeah, he figured out my “taking orders” kink pretty quickly, and I couldn’t be happier with his steep learning curve. 

 

I don’t think he’d necessarily mind a round of vanilla sex. Who am I kidding, Daniel is down and dirty for any kind of sex. But, there are a host of kinky-looking toys displayed on the bed, and it’s my guess that he’s looking forward to using some of them tonight. And to be honest, I might be even more excited than he is.

 

“So talk to me. Tell me about these.” I gesture at the array of toys.

 

“Tonight, I’m thinking we’d enjoy some… toys.” Oh boy… Teacher-Daniel is in play. I’ll repeat my panty-dropping declaration from earlier. It’s pretty much impossible to keep underwear on when I’m around this man…

 

I feel an eager smile cross my face. “I like how that sounds. Educate me.” He smirks. Yup, he just figured out the Teacher-Daniel kinks. Well, I have no doubt he figured it out a while ago, but his predatory body language just confirms that he knows.

 

He holds up a strip of satin. “This is a blindfold.”

 

“I know what a blindfold is, Daniel.”

 

I’m met with an eye roll. “Okay princess, how about you show me.  What would you like me to educate you on?”

 

I look down at the all the little tools and toys, running my fingers over them lightly. I settle on a flogger. “I know this is a flogger, but there are different kinds, right?”

 

He smiles, “Correct.” Shit, that might be another floodgate-opening phrase of approval. “This one is soft, made of deerskin. It provides a light sensation. For you, I’d start with a soft technique that feels more like a caress than a whip. Depending on how I swing it, I can provide a light stroking to a heavy lashing. I have a few other floggers that are made of various materials that produce different sensations. There are almost endless possibilities with these.”

 

I smile gently, “I’d like you to use that on me.” I continue, “What if I want more than just a gentle caress? What if I want to see how much I can take?”

 

“If that’s something you want tonight, we can try it. I don’t want you to feel pressured to try it just because it’s here. There’s absolutely no rush, okay?”

 

“I know. Can I decide as we get there?”

 

“Yes, you can.”

 

I nod in agreement. “Alright.” I continue to brush my fingers over the toys. “Oooh, I recognize this one – we use it when we’re testing sensations with neuro patients! It’s a wheel, named after a guy whose names starts with a ‘W.’ I think.”

 

“Correct.” There it is again. Yup, that’s a turn-on. “The Wartenberg wheel. It looks menacing, but it’s a tame instrument when used properly. I’m sure someone could do some damage with it, but I’m not an idiot.”

 

I come across a case and open it up to find a TENS unit. “I know this one! Some women ask to use it for labor pain – Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation.  It’s a TENS unit. I also used these when I was an athletic assistant in High School – we’d place it over muscle groups and make them contract – oh, oh, oh! I get what this one will do!” I pick up an attachment that looks like a dildo and hold it up for appraisal. “Oh my, does this attachment do what I think it does? Like you put this in—OH holy fucking shit – I bet that would feel incredible.” I’m shamelessly panting at this point… “OhMyFuckingGod, PLEASE, Daniel, can we do this one first?”

 

Daniel looks at me slack-jawed. “Seriously, Princess? I actually didn’t even mean to bring this out because it looks pretty fucking intimidating. Like, these attachments would scare the fuck out of the typical newbie.”

 

“Daniel, I think it’s safe to say that I’m not typical. But more relevantly, given my medical background and previous – albeit non-sexual – experience with TENS units, it doesn’t scare me at all. And it’s taking everything I have not to just grab it and run so I can lock myself in a room with it.”

 

“Princess,” he turns me around so I can look at myself in the mirror. “You’re literally bouncing on your toes. There’s no fucking way I’m denying you this. Here’s the catch, though – your pussy has to be shaved for the electrode pads to work.”

 

I can’t help but smirk, “Well, there’s a delightful coincidence. I happened to shave myself smooth when I took my shower this morning. I heard that being bare makes everything more sensitive down there. So I wanted to give that a try.”

 

He looks pleasantly surprised, “Well, that is serendipitous.” He has a greedy smile on his face now.

 

I can feel the ridiculously excited grin on my face. “Bell, you’ll keep the frequency and intensity low? Like, I just want stimulation, like muscle contractions, I don’t want any painful shit just yet… God it’s ridiculous how bad I want this right now.”

 

“Patience, Princess.” I’m tiring of this ‘patience princess’ statement… “We’ll get to it, but it’s not gonna be the opening act.” He winks at me and my knees go weak.

 

I release a frustrated moan. “So let’s get to it already…”

 

“Oh my god, Johana, you’re fucking insatiable.” The look on his face would best be described as pleased.

 

“You bet your well-toned ass I am.” I stand in front of him, bouncing on the balls of my feet, worrying my lower lip, with an undoubtedly ravenous look in my eye.

 

Daniel smiles fondly and forcefully pulls me against him. He bends his head and curves it around my neck, almost reaching the nape, where he nibbles before whispering his sinful, dirty words in my ear. I rub my thighs together in anticipation… “You’re fucking unbelievable, Princess… I can’t wait to fucking wreck you, and you’re going to love it…” This earns from me a brazen moan as I close my eyes and drop my head back. He continues with his verbal ministrations, “Your gorgeous body is my instrument, and I’m gonna play it with devastating precision… You’re gonna fall apart under my fingertips.”

 

Daniel tucks his hands under the collar of my button-down blouse and in one quick motion rips it open, sending buttons flying across the room.  I’m left in a pale pink bra matching the panties I tossed at him earlier. This destruction is making me… tingly. Next he tears my skirt from my hips and it drops to the ground around my feet.

 

He plants a biting kiss on my lips and whispers against them, “Is this really happening? Are you really happening?” He smiles and presses his forehead to mine. “I have to be fucking dreaming… Fucking pinch me…”

 

“You first, sir.” I get my own little thrill when I call him ‘Sir’ in the bedroom, and his voracious glare tells me he’s as appreciative of it as I am.

 

He smirks, “As you wish, Princess.” He sneaks a hand inside my bra and pinches a nipple. I growl in surprised delight, “We’re not dreaming, sir.”

 

“Getting started… Do you want a blindfold on for your first flogging?”

 

“Is it okay if I say no?”

 

“It is always okay if you say no.” His voice returns to normal for a minute, “Johana, you have the real control here. You say stop, we stop. You can always use your safe word. Okay?” His face is reassuring.

 

I nod, “I understand, sir.”

 

“And your safe word is?”

 

“Red for hard stop, Yellow for slow down.”

 

“Good girl.” Great, now my thighs are fucking dripping…

 

I nod, my knees trembling.