True Sex Stories: A Good Evening—Flogging

I returned to MasterJames and removed my clothes, save for my panties and bent over the rack.  It started slowly, his hands running over my skin, his fingers entwined in my hair.  Pulling hard.

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This will be a good evening for you, my dear.

I smiled and my cunt ached a little.  It was early in the evening and I knew SirX was going to be busy for a few hours.  I popped around the party a bit, chatting with friends and watching some scenes.  All the while I was checking my watch and impatiently waiting for Sir to motion me over.  MasterJames was visiting from out of town and he was a lovely distraction as we chatted and flirted and he allowed me to shamelessly paw him.  He was truly stunning to look at from his photos and up close, it was even better.

SirX tied me up at one point, and handed me over to MasterJames to pull me around the room, I didn't complain at all- and later when MasterJames told me that SirX had given me to him to play I didn't make a peep in protest.  Wandering over to SirX to remove the ropes, he told me, "Be a good girl for me, and don't forget to breathe."

To me that meant, This is going to hurt.

So I returned to MasterJames and removed my clothes, save for my panties and bent over the rack.  It started slowly, his hands running over my skin, his fingers entwined in my hair.  Pulling hard.  His face sliding over my back, I could feel the stubble on his cheek and I arched my back to curve into his body.  I could smell his skin, his arm wrapped around my neck he pulled me upright and kissed my cheek.

And then with both hands he pushed me back down over the rack.

The term Florentine originally designates the art of wielding two weapons at once, one in each hand. For instance, it can refer to fighting with one sword in each hand, or a sword and a dagger.

Swish swish, and I felt my hair being swept off of my back with the stroke of a flogger.  It started on my shoulders, light and then heavier and stronger.  My upper shoulders can usually accept more impact so I let my body melt into the thud as the weight of the flogger came down on my shoulders.  The pain was warm and sunk into my flesh.  Then he started going faster, and then the one flogger became two.  He brushed them over my skin, faster and faster.  The florentine flogging that I have seen before but never had on my skin.  He brushed the ends of the flogger over my back and what started like little brushes of a whip became like rapid strokes of fire.  I instinctively cried out, and knelt up.

He came towards me, stroked his arms against my back, and gently moved me back down.

He rested the floggers on the bench next to me and I felt his hands come down on my ass.  He stroked and caressed, and then spanked me fast and hard.  One hand bracing my back and the other hand connecting with my ass over and over again, one side then another until I screamed out, arching my back.  His hand moved to my hair and he pulled me back against his body.  I felt his bare chest pounding against my back.  I felt his energy.  I let my hands fall to my sides and gently touch his thighs that were pressed against mine.  He pushed me back down and in the corner of my eye I saw the absence of the floggers and then noticed his shirt was on the chair next to me, I hadn't even noticed a break when he removed it.

Swish swish, and my hair was moved away again.  I noticed how he never hit my skin when he did this. Once the hair was out of his way, he started again.  They came down harder this time.  Harder and faster, on my upper back, my shoulders.  One side, then the other, then both sides.  There was no escaping it.  My skin felt warm and stroked hard to the point of burning until I could take it no longer and I would raise my head, raise my hand, or simply lean up.  He could come over to me, stroke my skin, pull my hair and push me back down, his bare chest against my bare skin, his sweat mixed with mine and I moved with his body.

He would rotate between the flogging and the spanking, climbing on the bench facing the opposite way, pinning me down and spanking my ass and thighs until I was crying out.  I didn't want to stop, I allowed all that I could take to sink into my skin.  I was swimming in sensation.  I thought of SirX, I assumed he was watching.  I closed my eyes, and felt the tears well up.  It was an overwhelming sensation, not just pain but the rhythm of it all.  There is always this fear I have when I am not facing my top because it is so loud in the dungeon.  I am always struck with an ounce of terror that my safe word won't be heard even though I've never had to use it.

When the floggers came down on me, harder and faster this time- it was like a rain of fists.  I exhaled hard, I pounded my fists, I screamed.  When it became too much, I knelt up again, and when I felt MasterJames chest against my bare back, I reached behind me with my arm and wrapped it around his neck.  I kissed his cheek, and then said, "I need you to ease up a little ok, Sir?"  He nodded.

I knelt back over.  He started slowly and within about 30 seconds I felt SirX grab my hands.  I wrapped my arms around his waist almost in tears.  That moment of safety and protection overwhelmed me.  He raised my face in his hands and asked me if I was ok?  Did I need to stop?

No Sir, I told him.  I just needed it a bit lighter.  He kissed me- he told me I was beautiful and that I was such a very good girl.  Then he departed.

My energy at that point was renewed.  I felt stronger and charged.  SirX's presence, his moment of shared energy with me completely renewed my psyche and changed my mental headspace.  I suspect MasterJames did go lighter on me, but this time the floggers felt like licks on my sex.  When he came up to my body the next time, he pulled my hair to one side, exposing my neck and bit down hard.  I moaned out to a scream again, but this time wrapping my hands around his back and pulling him in to me.  My skin felt so energized like I was going to have an orgasm from his teeth sinking into me and the weight of his body against mine.  My body wanted him to rip my panties off and fuck me hard in front of everyone and I suspect SirX would have simply smiled at the way my body would take over any sense of propriety I may have left.

He pushed me down one last time, swinging the flogger back and forth across my thighs and my ass.  Brushing it between my legs against my pussy that was wet and aching now.  Then again on my back, my whole body was tingling and the fire that was burning under the surface was making me moan and cry out in delicious agony.

He put down the floggers and laid his body over mine.  He curled his head into the crook of my neck and kissed me.  My neck, my cheek.  As I turned my head towards him, his full lips kissed mine.  He held me for long moments.  Both of us a bit spent but my body still aching for more touch that MasterJames could not give me.

Making my way back to SirX, I curled into his arms, while he kissed my cheeks and stroked my skin.

There would be more of MasterJames, but for this moment, I belonged safe in the arms of my Sir.

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