The Blue Suede Flogger

First punishment
The blue suede flogger
" You know that you owe me something " she said in a suddenly undertone voice. She had almost whispered in his ear.
These few words, as she kissed his shoulder, aroused him and a wave crossed his body, from the chest down to the belly.
These last two weeks, he had accrued small disobediences, sometimes out of pure oversight, often out of provocation.
All that deserved punishment, they had easily agreed there.
Obeying, disobeying, being punished, thanking for the punishment, kissing the hand which had just flailed him, snuggling then at his Mistress’ feet and enjoying this moment of intense closeness. Then start it again: obeying, disobeying...
He was naked. His wrists tied up with a thin rope had found refuge in her hand.
She hadn't left this Ariadne's thread for a single moment, holding it as a leash since the beginning of the evening.
He loved to feel so dependent, attached to her as a kite to the ground : free as far as she allowed him, free in his mind, sure that she was watching over him, free to fly away in the clouds of his submission.
"You know that you owe me something ". He sighed more than he answered " oh not, not now ". A slap on his hipe called him to order.
"Yes…". Some pain as sharp as brief drew out a surprised gasp. His right nipple had just been strongly pinched and twisted. "yes Mistress" did he reply obediently
As she was blindfolding him, she firmed up what the punishment would be: she had decided to use a flogger and to take the opportunity to investigate all the parts of his body, thanks to the relative sweetness of the whip. Of course, his buttocks will be flailed, but also his belly, thighs, chest, back, shoulders...
Her voice was comforting. Her words were worrying. The beats of his heart went a little more intensive, his breathe quickened.
And if that hurts too much? And If she goes too far? And if it was too strong? And if he liked it?
he was swinging back and forth between fear and desire. The fear of the pain, the fear of failing, the fear of not being worthy, the desire to show her how submissive he was, the urge to bear the punishment for her, the urge to be under her influence, the urge to let feelings and sensations go, the urge to slowly sink into the subspace, that subtle blending of pleasure and pain.
Her duty was to keep to that borderline, neither swing on a side nor on the other, keeping up with the limit to investigate the boundaries of pleasure, slightly brushing the danger but never walking into it.
Her hand stroke his flank softly, went down on the thigh, then back up inside, brushing his sex with the tip of the nails. " hushhhh. Do not move " .
No audible word was able to go out of his mouth, hardly an approval between sigh and shout. His confusion increased from second to second, the wait seemed endless.
She took all her time on purpose. Let the doubt invade him the fear clatter with the desire. she could almost feel the acceleration of his pulse. She stepped back and took the flogger in her right hand.
When he felt her approaching again, he knew that the moment had come. Already... Finally...
At the very moment the soft blue strips slipped on his chest, he had a useless twitch, it was a slow caress..
A little break, some respite. The flogger left the skin to whip the air and gently fell between his thighs. Another gently stroke, like a wisp of obcene snakes.
Still waiting for a moment. Slightly, the tip of the strips pecked at his breast, barely touching, but accelerating the speed gradually from right to left in a constant coming and going.
Every move was punctuaded by a small sigh. From time to time, the hand replaced the leather for a furtive caress and the sigh became sexier.
As he was getting used to the tingling and thinking that it was not so terrible, the movement changed suddenly, and so did the sound. The lashes wrapped his torso and he stifled a shriek. « Hushhhh " whispered the mouth to his ear while the soft hand replaced the instrument on the heated skin..
"You deserved this punishment .. you disobeyed your Mistress, didn’t you ? ". He didn’t really reply but just groaned. At the same time, she pulled hard on the nipple, crushing it between her fingers.
"Yes, Mistress ..". "That's better," she said, kissing him softly. She got up again and slipped the blue bunch on the belly, the thighs. A little hit on his hip meant she wanted him to turn over.
He obeyed immediately, silently, kneeling, his head between his arms to better afford the punishment.
He apprehended what would happen next, but disobeying Her at this right moment was impossible, unthinkable. The flat lashes hit his buttocks, immediately followed by another yank .... His body stiffened and his mind flew away ...
The whip seemed to swirl like the wings of a windmill and the lashes ended their race spanning indecently on his ass, his hips, his back. Each hit ended in a gentle glide, sparking off the desire : he was craving for the next stroke.
Gradually, as the heat grew, he arched his back a little more to be increasingly available to the gentle bite of the blue suede flogger...
Feeling he was more and more aroused, she decided to change : it was a punishment aftewards. .... She passed her hand over his reddened buttocks, slowly went down, taking his balls in her hand and felt the hard cock.
The hand rose up to beat down in a severely dry slap sound. He barked whirling his lower body. "Do not move and opens up!" She said grimly. " don’t move, otherwise ...". "Yes, Mistress, punish me ..." he said bravely arching his back.
At this very right moment, he needed to feel her power over him, asserting her domination through this punishment, just an excuse for remembering him of his submissive status.
The words turned his mind "Mistress ..... obey ... suffer punishment .... accept ...... thank you ...... Education ...... control ... . "
Words that aroused his senses, sharpened his mind and made him totally receptive to the moment.. The hand seizes the swollen dick on tightly.. He let a groan come out.... Instinctively, he knew ...
She leaned toward him.. ». Her warm voice became duller
"you cum without my permission, you will be punished by where you disobeyed, my teddy sub. You're going to count up to 15, slowly ».
And so saying she took a sharp blow on the hard magical organ, compressing it heavily. His pelvis tried to follow the move, but she increased her grab and firmly grasped his balls in the other hand..
Panting, his head buried between the sheets, he began to count, not too fast not to create another punishment..
The hands outstretched towards the bed head and the shoulders seemed to look for a loophole when the bum remained largely arched and his sex offered despite the pain.. He wanted to be punished.. He needed it..
At fifteen, she released the hold.. She drew the hand of his face, he kissed the palm, muttering "thank you Mistress.". She made it again twice.
Then the hand fell flat on his back, fondling his buttocks, the inner thighs and the molested privates, giving him some rest. But it was not over ...
The hand rose up and slammed the back of a thigh, then the other, sometimes she gave a series of short and repeated hits on the plump balls.
The groans grew louder, his breath quickened, he could not anticipate the next move too fast or too unpredictable and felt over a barrel. From time to time, her hand gently slid over him like a slight breeze, smoothing the sensation of burning, to start again soon.
She took the flogger back. It dwelled on the buttocks, running back to the shoulders. Kneeling, he arched to better afford the biting caress.
Sometimes a stronger hit made him wriggle and he was writhing from left to right, looking for some respite, waddling like a duck. She stopped briefly to let him resume the proper position, showing his obedience.
The forehead now resting on his hands tied, he did not know whether he wanted the ballet continues or stops. Whenever the strips reached his skin, he felt thousands of bubbles bursting in his deep inside.
The more the burning grew, the more he belonged to her, the more he loved her.. Thus, she held him in the palm of her hand. There was his place, proud of his submission and his belonging, punished in this way for the first time.
She put down the instrument when the skin was quite warm, nicely rosy on the back, more glowing below the waist. Out of breathe, shaking up his body, he was in NoWhereLand.
Her hands rested gently on his hips, brushing his rump and back slowly up to the nape. He turned his head to the right then the left, kissing the palm of each hand, whispering "thank you Mistress."
Then she untied him and toppled to the side, dragging him with her. "Come here my sweet.".
He laid his head on her breast ; she stroked his hair gently, giving him butterfly kisses on his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks.
Nestled against her warm body, reassured by this animal heat, soothed by gentle words and soft caresses, he gradually resumed.. He often took one of her hands to kiss it, quietly, lovingly.. Slowly, he pecked her shoulder and breasts. Longly he remained thus, getting nurtured with her body.
"Now I am ready, Mistress," he whispered
"Are you sure?"
-"Yes, ready to wear a sign of my belonging"
They exchanged a knowing glance and a loving deep kiss, worthing all the promises of the world. They made love slowly, like two reassured lovers.