Flogger Time

We all have those things that set off the butterflies in our tummies. From what I've read the sound of a leather belt being pulled through belt loops is a big one for most subs. Maybe someday that will happen for me, but right now, it's something much more benign. The butterflies come to life for me when Musicman removes his glasses.

When I'm all snuggled in to my self made nest on the bed, relaxing and watching TV, I'm aware he has been watching me most of the evening. Casual conversation flows naturally and easily, but I never mention the fact that he has been watching me more than the TV. I admit, I wonder what he's thinking. I don't ask anymore, cause he always says, "I'm just looking".  It's flattering, but not butterfly inducing.

However, when he removes his glasses and sets them aside as he approaches my nest on the bed, my mouth goes dry and the butterflies come to life. That's how it happened last night. He crawled up next to me, hands roaming as he started questioning me about my last post. Silly man, pretending like he didn't know what I was referring to. He knew, he just wanted me to say it. I didn't.

He rolled me over to check the evidence from our last play time. Still bruised, but fading nicely and since I can't feel them or see them with out becoming a contortionist I forget about them. A few swats with his hand interspersed with some rubbing and the butterflies were flitting so loudly I didn't hear a word he said.

I was more then ready when he reached for the flogger. Musicman wields an implement like it's an extension of his hand. I don't know where he picked up that skill, but he's a natural. We hadn't played with the flogger in awhile, and it was heavenly. Musicman does not confine himself to just my ample backside when he uses the flogger, anything he can reach is fair game.

My butt and legs were already stinging nicely when the first blow landed on my back. I love, love, love it when he flogs my back. I hadn't removed my shirt, or any clothes for that matter, such is the advantage of wearing skirts. I immediately attempted to remove my shirt, I didn't want any barriers between me and the flogger. I was laying on my stomach at the time and quickly became tangled in it.

As I twisted and tried to sit up to get untangled he assisted in the form of the flogger across my breasts. Yeah, that wasn't inspiring me to move any faster. I'm sure I looked ridiculous with my arms over my head, my shirt obscuring my head, but who cares. It felt so glorious, that if I could have breathed adequately in that position, I might have stayed there for awhile.

I did soon manage to become untangled and resume my position laying face down on the bed. I could have stayed there all night. Stretching like a contented cat, leaning in to each blow of the flogger. Musicman had other ideas though, the flogger was just the warm up for the leather paddle.

He took his time and raised a nice rosy all over glow. Every nerve in my body was alive and singing, his magical hands combined with the leather paddle wringing orgasm after orgasm from me. I didn't think I could manage even one more, but he proved me wrong. He also proved that with the proper motivation, he can get me to do anything or say anything. It might come out as a scream, but it does come out.