B was able to spend the night and I always treasure those times. Well, I treasure any time I spend with him. I especially like the time the three of us spend together. We had dinner and played cards and laughed and just had a generally good time.
A went to bed and B and I stayed up a little after. I don't know how or why this is, but there's no plan when we're together as far as sex goes, yet we find ourselves in sexual situations. Last night, though, it wasn't sexual at all, but it was so erotic.
It's no secret that I am a sadist. I'm also a little masochistic, but that's another story for another day.
I was commenting to B that I thought he needed a good whippin' and asked if I could get out the flogger(s). He obliged me and I gingerly retrieved a leather one first. He says it's relaxing. I started out slow and light just so he could get a feel for the leather and then it was on. Harder and harder alternating between those and slow, light strokes and then again with the harder. I like the element of surprise. I like when that guard is let down and then I can snap them back to the present.
B has bouts of inappropriate laughter. It's almost as if he's taunting me to give him more. So, I went and got one that has little rubber tendrels, almost like spaghetti. It packs quite a sting. Again with the slow and light and then harder....and harder.
Occasionally he'd flinch, arch his back, flail his hands a little and start cussing. And then he was deathly quiet. When I felt like it was done I stopped and enveloped him in my arms and held him. We moved to the sofa and snuggled up. I stroked his hair and told him how good he was and how very much I loved him.
I think that was the first time I've taken him to that place.
More, please.
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