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I've gotten a few raised eyebrows due to my tattoo's, but I'm used to that. A few of them heard the bells on my ankle chain and thought that was unusual too, oh well. I guess that will just give them something to talk about when I'm not around. Judging by how many times I heard, "rumor has it you worked at X, Y or Z," they gossip a lot.
They haven't even seen my chain maille corset necklace that looks much like a collar, yet. I took it off because I figured it would be better to try and blend as much as I can until I get the lay of the land. I miss not having it on. I will put it back on Friday after work and I haven't decided if I will take it off again on Monday or not. A week should be enough time for the gossip about the "new girl" to die down some, so then they will need something new to talk about.
Like much of the nation, we are having record breaking temps again, so we skipped dinner and went for a swim instead last night. We were both tired and turned in shortly after. I should have been well rested today. I was, but not necessarily because I got so much sleep.
As it turns out Musicman had playing on his mind, or maybe it was the fact that I had changed into his favorite skirt after work that inspired him. It is a stretchy gray t-shirt material that clings to my backside in a way he likes. After a day in white cotton granny panties I needed something to make me feel sexy. The skirt doesn't particularly make me feel sexy, but Musicman can't keep his hands off me when I wear it. That makes me feel very sexy.
When we went up to our room I changed into my most comfy nightie, which is really just an oversized man's tank top. I was sitting on the edge of the bed changing and barely got it pulled on over my head before he was reaching for my hand. He had the paddle in his other hand. He directed me to the lounger and positioned me standing, bent over, with my hands on the lounge. This position works very well since I am tall.
He stood to my side and grabbed hold of my nipple to hold me still while he started paddling me. Oh, do I ever love that paddle. He can change from the leather side to the wood side without even breaking his swing. I never knew when it was going to be the sting of the wood or the thud of the leather. I didn't care either, cause they both feel good. The pain of his hand pinching my nipple while he spanked just added another layer of deliciousness for me and I was soon floating in the ether.
I was getting pretty warm as the paddle generates quite a bit of heat, when he stopped. He told me not to move, which is kinda ironic, cause I don't really hold still. He left for a moment, then I felt the glory that is our flogger on my butt. Then on my back and legs. Then on my breasts and finally the lady parts.
I soon found myself melting into the lounge as my mind became more and more lost in need and satisfaction. Building, exploding, building, exploding. No thoughts, other then of him, just reactions. Explosive reactions to the overload of stimuli. The burn of the paddle radiating off my butt, the sting of the flogger everywhere else. The flogger emits an intoxicating smell that I equate with the smell of a blowjob, and that just adds to the whole for me. Add into the mix the heaven that is Musicman's hands and tongue and I was lost in a most beautiful place.
I barely remember Musicman's arms coming from behind me, under my arms, as he reaches around and grasps both nipples and lifts me up from the lounge. He pulls me back and up his body, he said something, but I have no idea what, or if I responded in any way coherently. At that point I am pretty much putty in his hands.
Those wonderful hands moved me to the bed and arranged me the way he wanted me. Then he took total advantage of me. It ended with him spraying all over my face, something I always love. Cept when he gets my eye, that stings, lol.
