I was giddy myself. I swung the flogger through the air away from her to test the weight. It was a new flogger, and I needed to break it in. No better place than on the backside of the beautiful sub bound before me. I inhaled and then exhaled. Lifting my hand and swinging a figure-eight, I extended the flogger toward the middle of her upper back.
I noticed the second she recognized the sound. Her body stiffened and her head dropped. A light moan escaped between her lips before the first fall struck. They all grazed her beautiful brown skin, she let out a hiss, followed by a shaky exhale. She mouthed something I couldn’t quite make out.
I drew the flogger back and stepped forward.
“What was that, my sweet sub?” I traced my fingers across the skin where it had pinked up from the impact of the implement.
“I didn’t say that out loud, did I?” She dropped her head.
“No, sweetheart, you didn’t.”
She sighed.
“But I would like to know what you didn’t say.” I chuckled.
“Just thank you, Sir.” She swallowed and dropped her head. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Well, I think we can consider that phrase like a moan.” I stepped back and began a rhythmic pattern across her skin to warm her up, working my way down to the top of her ass. The shorts dulled the impact a little, but from the string of whispered thank yous she uttered, I knew she felt it just fine.
Her brown skin pinked up nicely and the skin swelled as if reaching for more. Her thank yous turned into moans of pleasure. Each pattern she caught onto and absorbed with ease. When her head drooped, I checked in.
“Give me a color, Lucinda.”
“Very much green, Sir.” She giggled.
“Good.” I continued working back with the figure-eight, increasing the impact across her shoulders. She settled deeper.
I watched her hands; they continued to grip the ropes, her shoulders back and her ass poked out. She was in bliss. It wasn’t so much me leading her there, but her pulling me along with her. I switched up the pattern a little, striking an angle upward on the edge with a little hint of side boob. My aim was meticulous. Lucinda let out a scream and groan I felt in my cock. Her response was a crescendo of moans and pleasure and then her body went slack. Her head fell and her hands relaxed.
The flogger instantly dropped from my hand. I rushed to her and with a firm arm around her waist, worked swiftly to release her bound wrist. In my arms, she melted. I gently laid her down on the soft bed, cupping my body around hers.
In the dim light, I removed Lucinda’s mask. Tears stained her cheeks. It was a risk to leave myself exposed, but her aftercare was more important.
Her eyes fluttered but remained closed. She rolled herself onto her side into a ball. I tucked her in and wrapped myself around her.
“Well done, my sweet sub,” I whispered against her smooth skin, as I inhaled and kissed her bare shoulder. “I’m so proud of you.” I pushed her hair out of her face and placed a damp wash cloth across the back of her neck. “You did so good.” She sighed and moaned in response. It was the sweetest sound.
“You back with me, Lucinda?” I dimmed the lights further.
‘Yes, Sir.” She settled back against me.
Only a slight glow from the vanilla-scented candles in the room gave off a warm light. She would have to strain to see me, especially coming out of subspace with her senses dulled. Still, I replaced her blindfold.
Wanting to make sure I provided all the aftercare she needed, I held a bottle of water to her lips. She took a tiny sip.
“How do you feel?”
She didn’t answer but gave me a happy little sigh and kissed my hand.
“You think you can put that answer into words?” I chuckled. “And take another sip for me.”
She stalled and then tilted her head and kissed my hand, again.
I stilled and tried not to drop the bottle.
Her tongue snuck out and tasted me.
“What are you trying to do, Lucinda?” I leaned over her and set the bottle down. She reached for me, but I captured her hands and laid them over her head.
