I've said before that Musicman is not much for talking about stuff, he is more of a doer. The number one thing he is into doing is fixing things for me. He just wants me to be happy, just tell him what I need to be happy and he is on it. A smart girl wouldn't argue with that kind of logic. I'm a smart girl!
After dinner last night he spent some time on the computer then we watched some TV together. After the show he wanted to see he went up to take a shower while I continued watching TV. After his shower he came back down to the living room to get me. He said I was a silly girl for getting so worked up. I wish I was as laid back about things as he is. He said if I came up stairs with him he would help me relax. I went upstairs with him!
I cleaned up, changed into my nightie and joined him in bed. He retrieved the flogger from its resting place on the headboard. He started by slowly dragging it up my body from my pussy to my throat. It is so soft, I love the feel of it. After a few slow passes he started swinging it. He hit my thighs, my pussy, my stomach, my breasts. Very light soft flicks that felt like heaven.
He stopped for a moment and reached for the headboard again. It was the nipple clamps. Small gasps escaped me as he put them on. I was still trying to catch my breath and adjust to the clamps when the flogger started again. Harder this time, concentrated on my thighs and pussy. The thud and the following sting soon had me arching up to meet the blows.
At first he would bring me right to the brink of orgasm and then change to flogging my breasts. Oooh does that feel good. Once or twice the clamps took a direct hit and would send me shooting out of orbit. After several cycles of this he was back to flogging my pussy. I was so turned on by that point that he easily brought me to orgasm with the flogger several times.
Then just to keep me guessing he used the flogger to bring me to the brink then dropped the flogger and started in on my clit with his tongue. I do believe heaven is a cool tongue on a well flogged pussy. I was arching so far off the bed at this point that all my weight was supported by my feet and shoulders. Several more rounds of the flogger and tongue ensued. By now I was so far out of it I couldn't have told you my own name if my life had depended on it.
He wasn't done though, he flipped me over onto my belly and with one hand firmly seated between my legs, on my now drenched pussy, he started flogging my backside. Sometimes soft gentle strikes, sometimes hard ones. I never knew which it would be and it wasn't too long before even the absence of the flogger between strikes was excruciatingly exquisite. My mind running with anticipation of what the next strike would be. I'm delighted to say he has a natural talent for swinging a flogger.
Before too long I collapsed in an exhausted heep on the bed. He let me catch my breath then it was time for some more fun. When he finally disrobed I was more then eager to taste him. I knelt next to him and took him in my mouth. He picked up the flogger again and continued to warm my back side as I eagerly worked on him with my tongue and mouth. When he dropped the flogger and started in with a flurry of hand swats I lost it again. I had to stop what I was doing because he was in danger of being bitten.
That's okay, he had something else in mind. He positioned himself behind me and entered me quickly and smoothly. I was out of mind with all the orgasms I had already experienced, but I am never done until he cums too. I was begging and pleading with him as he pounded into me. All I could do was hold on and scream my pleasure. He came deep inside me and that set off the last and most powerful orgasm of the night. We both collapsed in sated bliss and were soon fast asleep.
That's what I call stress relief!
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