Weird. Perverted. Sick! Yes, it is all these things. I do love it so!
Marvin, not his real name of course, you need to be discreet, sensually molested my turned up bare bottom with the cane. We had sex once before on Friday of last week and I gave him a list of the rules. The first three are the most important. First, no emotional involvement. This is just sex, not love! If you want a long term relationship, get a puppy! Second, mutual stimulation beats (no pun intended) foreplay hands down and takes far less time or effort. Third, neither of us should expect this to last much more than a month. It is not a one night stand. We had blood tests before intercourse. This is the 21st century, you need to do things properly and in a certain order.
The cane is a fiberglass rod just over three feet in length. You can get them at a few specialty sporting goods stores. They are designed for hobbyists who enjoy making their own fishing rods. They often come with a rough surface which I have smoothed out with some 400 grit sand paper. I generally buy a diameter of about three eighths inch which tapers up to a three quarter inch handle. After smoothing for several hours while watching TV and dreaming of the stimulation it will bring, I lightly coat the handle area with glue and wrap a thin piece of leather around. It takes about 48 hours to be completely ready for use.
Marvin took his time. I was not bound, sorry to disappoint you. This was my idea and perversion so why be under another’s control. He drew back and I took a deep breathe. Screaming was not permitted. The stimulation was expected to be arousing and arousing is expected to be welcome. A second after the stroke landed, I gasped for air. Gasping is not only expected, but anticipated. Marvin had done well! Enough power to bring the wished for pain and the bright red mark. I am not into blood running down my legs and pooling up on the floor as I pass out and my lover continues his assault. Oh, the discomfort lasts for two to three days, but the stimulation is for now!
The second stroke was slightly lower than the first, slightly harder, and brought increased arousal. The third was delivered before I could catch my breath and I began to long for sexual release. Marvin was doing well! It was almost a minute before the fourth stroke landed and the fifth was delivered quickly. Then the sensual and sexual molestation returned. His fingers caressed my sore butt with the slightly red marks and uncomfortable stimulus.
“The next and final stroke will draw blood. I will cut across the other five with a harder blow. If I do it as planned, you will have a small drop of blood in five places. If I am too hard there will be more. Shall we leave this stroke for later or are you up for a higher level of pain?”
“Just do it!”
It was not pain I was up for! It was the next level of arousal. Stimulation has always done for me what no time spent squeezing my boobs or fingering my clit could ever hope to accomplish. Maybe, I am wired wrong! Fear was running through not only my mind, but my body as well. Every second made it more the master and me more the slave. Damn! Marvin just hit my sore ass! However, he knew that would be the release of my frustration and being the last stroke not unbearable pain, but relief. He took his own good sweet time. I began to shake. Nearly two minutes past as I trembled with fear and anticipation of the final blow. He fingered my cunt. I could almost hear the smile from his lips as he realized he was making me wetter by the second. Both of us knew that the physical act would release the emotional and spiritual dam. Hell, I might climax just from the pain!
The blow was anti-climatic. I had a small orgasm, but for some need for control I acted as though it had not happened. Marvin was great! I was leaking fluid all down both legs. As I turned, his smile of victory told me he knew and was proud. Well, we will soon see about that pride you enjoy!
The flag was just above half mast. That’s a silly expression, isn’t it? Is the condition of his erection expected to provide information as to his interest or ability to perform? It was my turn to stimulate. I wanted the best sex for him ever! Women know that when their lover is satisfied, they are too. As we exchanged places, we exchanged smiles and a little tender affection.
Eventually, all women need to come to the realization that men are different than women. My ass is naturally smooth, my pussy shaved or trimmed for the comfort and enjoyment of my partner. Most men’s butts are hairy. If you expect, accept, and enjoy this that’s fine. I do with reluctance! A smooth shiny ass looks good on any body regardless of the placement of the genitals. Getting a man to shave his ass, legs or crotch is like asking a turkey to enjoy Thanksgiving. The hair was not going to hamper my stimulating attack or the deep penetration I was lusting after.
I took some time to position my target just right. As he stood there with cock and balls hanging down and ass slightly tilted up, I waited. After he began to relax, the first blow was delivered. He jumped! For a moment, he seemed to forget how to breathe. The bright red mark was right in the middle of his ass. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and drove the next stroke home just above the last. Marvin was operating under much better control now. While breathing was far from normal, I didn’t feel he needed to be reminded. The third stroke was below the other two and brought a tear rolling down Marvin’s cheek. I kissed it away! The fourth and fifth strokes were delivered in rapid session before he could catch his breath. One above the rest and one below them all.
The sixth stroke was going to wait as I watched his cock get bigger and harder than ever before. I caressed his member with the edge of the cane. Spending about three minutes teasing him before I gave the last stimulating lash. The last one did not come close to the other five. I gave a very hard stroke on the back of his unprepared and unprotected thighs.
As his body shuttered and he spoke some vulgar comment under his breathe, I turned him toward me and gave him a long probing French kiss. Without the help of hands, fingers, or opposing thumbs we managed to find sexual intercourse. He thrust his member into the hilt. Animals always do it this way! I was standing on the balls of my feet and lower my self toward the floor. The feeling of his cock pressing against my clit was overwhelming. I had a wild orgasm! He seemed to enjoy this and rose up slightly on the balls of his feet bringing more sensual pleasure to my body.
A minute later, he withdrew about an inch. Waited as though for the right moment and thrust in. My orgasm returned even better. He shot a large hot load into my pussy. Marvin probably thought the sex was over, but he was wrong!
I dragged him into my bedroom and laying him on my bed turn the tables on him and began sucking his cock in the 69 position. It took a little encouragement, but finally Marvin began to lick and swallow what I was licking and swallowing. Men seem to have this phobia about semen. After a few minutes, he got over the taste and texture of his bodily fluid and gave me an other great orgasm.
We lay there exhausted for a few minutes, when he mentioned we might try anal sometime. I got up reach over to my night stand and pulled out my 15 inch dildo. He eyes went wild!
“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!”
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