Playdate 4-2: Pussy whipping

Continued from… Playdate 4-1: St. Andrew’s Cross

The Masters had clearly had an understanding between the two of them. Master R wanted to tie us to one of the massage tables. He beckoned me to get onto the bed. I was told to lie on my back, bend my knees and support my feet on the edge of the table. Master R started tying rope around my legs, binding them in a bend position and securing the ropes on the hooks on the side of the table, pulling my leg sideways. I realized that I would be bound with spread legs and inwardly shivered when I thought of the different possibilities while I was in this position. I pushed the thoughts away and tried to return to the serene feeling I had, but I could not find it.

DSC_3988aMy other leg was tied and then my hands were tied above my head and, with my arms outstretched, the rope was tied to the table. I was blindfolded. And then it started. The misery stick, a mini flogger and a smaller cane. My breasts, my inner legs and my pussy. They all felt the stings. I moaned, I squirmed, I moved away from the hurt. Master R realized this and tied my hands to the bottom of the bed, securing me in one place. He continued. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, pinched my nipples and then concentrated on whipping my pussy. I even felt the cane under my feet, which I did not like at all, but the pussy whipping was the worst of all. Did I want it to stop? Yes and no.

Thoughts rushed through my mind. What if He hurt my pussy so much that it bleeds? I knew He would not, but the thought kept on repeating in my mind: please be careful, please, it’s so sensitive down there. It hurts so much.

Yet again I felt tears behind the blindfold. I tried to stay still, to accept the pain again the way I did when I was bound to the cross. But this time I could not find the calmness inside me. I was still fighting the pain, panting, when Dena’s tongue touched my folds. It was a shock. I winced. My mind could not immediately process the change in sensation. I expected pain and here I got pleasure. It took several moments before I could relax and enjoy. Suddenly I wanted to sob. I had to fight back tears again and I was happy to be blindfolded. I was afraid that no one would have understood the tears of that moment. I did not even understand them myself! I climaxed all too soon. I wanted the soft, gentle touch between my legs to last forever.

DSC_3993aWhen Master R untied my right leg first, I felt an uncontrollable shiver running through my body. I tried to stop it, but could not. He untied the second and told me to stretch my leg. The shivering seemed to have stopped. I sat up. Dena was standing close to me. We kissed, we hugged. We kissed some more. I looked down and her nipples looked so inviting. They were hard and beautiful. I fondled her breasts, bent my head down to kiss her nipples and suck them. Kissed her again and then rested my head on her shoulder as my hand found the wetness between her legs. It was a difficult position to be in, but I was determined to bring her to climax. Eventually Master R told us to move to the couch. I asked Dena to lie down and positioned myself between her legs; my knees on the floor.

DSC_3995aI licked and sucked. I tasted her sweetness as I pushed my tongue between her folds. I concentrated on her clitoris. I sucked it in between my lips. I found I could roll it between my lips. From the sounds Dena made it sounded like she was enjoying it. Sometimes I stopped sucking and used my fingers to rub her clitoris, but then I started sucking again. It was only when Master R slipped a finger in my wet cunt that I did not return to sucking. With two fingers I rubbed Dena’s clitoris, concentrating on her pleasure and not to be distracted by the feeling between my legs. Oh how I like when Dena climaxes. She’s loud and her muscles contract and her hand flies to her pussy, stopping all stimulation. I held my hand over her pussy and kissed her inner thighs until her body relaxed.

To be continued… Rope, wheel & more whips

© Rebel’s Notes

2 thoughts on “Playdate 4-2: Pussy whipping

  1. Pussy whipping is one of my most feared activities, and yet I quiver with delight in that fear as well whenever I know it might happen. I’ve never had the sweetness of another woman’s mouth there after-sounds lovely!

    • I know exactly what you mean by fearing a pussy whipping, but also quivering with delight. Have you seen my 101 list? There’s a goal on there that has to do with pussy whipping and I am trying to put it off as long as possible 😉

      As for another woman’s mouth… it’s wonderful 🙂

      Rebel xox

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