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Flog Me and Fuck Me

So you want to ravage each other tonight?”  Mrs. AP asked, a deep shiny gleam in her eye as she pounced me.

Ohhh, that sounds delightful, ” I responded.

What do you want to do?”  She asked, sitting back a little, beaming down at me.

I want you to flog me and fuck me.”  I stated my intentions boldly, not giving myself time to think about how big a step this would be, or how much I would have to let go.  I was letting my body and my needs lead me, and I needed to be Hers in ways people outside of BDMS just don’t understand.

She sat up a little more, looking at me quizzically for a moment, before leaning forward and asking “How do you want this to happen?  What do you want me to use?  This is our negotiation time; I want to make sure I won’t take things too far and hurt you.

I looked into her eyes and held my voice steady as I said “Use your fingers, use toys, than take the strap-on and fuck me.  I trust you.  You won’t hurt me.

Good, ” She said.  “Then go to the bathroom and when you come out I’ll have some tasks for you.

Just like that, we were prepping the room and sending kids to bed.  I came out from cleaning up to find an array of lovely toys laid out, which I promptly whisked away to the kitchen to sanitize.  We wash our toys before and after every session, just to be sure we’re safe and clean.  Mrs. AP had picked out a good set: the thin glass dildo with the spiral ridge; the tapered glass dildo with the curve and ball at the end; the thick tapered black glass dildo with the loop handle at the end; the thick blue silicone-sleeve vibrator; the strapon with the life-like “Real Feel” cock on the outside and the plug on the inside for her.  As I lathered each down with soap and scrubbed them under the scalding water I could feel my cock hardening in anticipation.

I carried the washed and dried toys back to the bedroom and laid them back out on the makeshift toy table Mrs. AP had constructed.   She had me select the music on the Zune HD for our session.  “Choose something you like, because you’re going to remember this for a long time,” She said.  With that in mind, BT it was.  She positioned me where she wanted me on the bed and affixed a blindfold around my eyes before pulling my arms forward.  My hands were tied together in a simple Shibari hold; as best I can figure, 10 loops around my wrists, then wrapped around the ropes  between my hands 8 times to form a tight hold.  I could rotate my hands against each other, but they weren’t getting out of that hold without some help.

Following directions, I rolled into a kneeling position, my back flat and tight, my ass up in the air.   I could feel Mrs. AP moving around near me, heard her rustling with various things, and then I felt the caress of the suede flogger against my back.   She began a pounding rhythm keeping pace to that of the song; not hard, not fast, but enough for my skin to sensitive to every strap of leather as it touched my back and ass.

A movement, and she’s switching to the rubber flogger now. This one feels very much like a Koosh ball in flogger form, which is to say it can sting very quickly.  The way the rubber filaments stroked and clawed at my back felt divine, and against my ass delicious.  Occasionally one would wrap around and catch just the edges of a ball, which I do not recommend.

Some more rustling, and I feel two leather floggers hit my back at the same time.  The straps are heavy and wide, and each smack against my skin feels hot and sexy.  The dual rhythm starts out slow, but builds gently, and I feel the edges of subspace creeping in as that calmness settles and the worries and tensions of the day slip away.  I give in to the rhythm, feeling the pressure each time Mrs. AP throws a flogger and the straps rain down on me.  Each stroke, each strike is delicious and warm and comforting.  The caress of leather as she slides each flogger off is an extension of her; her loving touch, extended.

I’m not sure how long I was there, but at some point I ended up on my back.  I think she may have flogged my legs at thighs, but I can’t be certain.  I do know, as I lay there, my legs were tied in place to…  something.  I have no idea where in our room we have anything to which my legs can be tied, but there they were.  I couldn’t curl up if I wanted to.  I was exposed.

Mrs. AP sat down between my legs, and I heard her putting on her gloves.  A moment later, the lube, and then her finger gently caressing my ass, teasing up and down the cleft, encouraging me to relax and let go.  I hadn’t left the edges of subspace, and letting go was easy.  Getting her inside me, a little less so, but this was easily solved by placing one of our round pillows under me to lift my hips. (Note to self:  get the Liberator Black Label Wedge.)  Her finger opened me, slowly, sliding all the way inside as I moaned and rose to meet her.  She caressed inside, rubbing every sensitive spot she could find, before sliding out and adding yet another finger.  With more caressing, she found this spot deep inside that soon had me moaning and my cock dripping.   The best description I have is that it felt like she was trying to fuck my cock from the inside.  I felt huge, hard, and almost painful in my throbbing as she stroked and fucked this one spot, my cock and ass becoming the centers of my world.  Nothing existed except the feel of her fingers inside me and that deep, strong pressure on my cock.

Soon two fingers were replaced by three, and she began a “come here” motion against that spot again with her fingers.  Ladies, if that feels anything like what we men sometimes do to your G-Spot, no wonder you cum the way you do.  I was ready to erupt against the walls, the ceiling, the bed, myself, and anything that got in the way of that, but that pressure stayed just on the edge, denying me release while granting my access to ecstasy.  I don’t know how my moans didn’t wake the neighbors.

Soon her fingers slid out of me, and I felt a hard piece of glass sliding inside me.  Mrs. AP fucked me slowly, teasing me, playing the glass in and out, as I felt the slow taper on it filling me to the core.  It was our thinnest toy, but the taper is still nice and gives a nice feeling of what I knew was to come.  I didn’t have to wait long.  After a few long minutes I felt the black glass toy sliding in as a replacement.  This one is thicker, and a little harder to take, but I relaxed and felt her push it all the way to the hilt.  In no time she was fucking me with abandon, my hips rolling from the impact, as I continued to throb and drip.  Every thrust felt divine.   Yet no sooner did our rhythm start to build than she slid out, slowly, and soon I felt the blue vibrator against the entrance to my now well used ass.

I did my best to relax, because this boy is big.  He’s not monster-cock long, only about 6 or 7 inches, but he’s big enough around that he’d intimidate most male porn stars into reconsidering their occupations.  Or, as Mrs. AP puts it, about as big as our friend and sometime lover.  Which gives me a much better appreciation for what she felt the first time he slid inside her, but I digress.  I relaxed, and with firm, gentle pressure I opened up and took the whole thing.  Giving me only a moment to rest, Mrs. AP started fucking me slowly.  I’ve never felt so full, so stuffed, or so vulnerable as I did that moment.  There I was, my hands tied at the wrist, blindfolded, feet tied in place, with the gorgeous Mrs. AP slowly fucking me with one of the biggest toys we have.  I felt myself falling into subspace hard, riding the feelings and sensations and losing track of everything all over again.  I was falling, I was floating, I was everywhere at once, and right in the middle of it was my ass being fucked.

Mrs. AP slowed down, getting my attention, and asked if I wanted anything else.  I replied simply “Strapon and fuck me, and let me take the blindfold off so I can watch you do it.”  She pulled out of me as I removed the blindfold, and I saw her there, smiling, as she took off the gloves and maneuvered the strapon in place.  Once everything was buckled and in place she lubed up generously and knelt between my legs.  I watched her grab her cock and soon I felt the pressure of her sliding inside me.  She slid smoothly and easily to the hilt, and her hips started rocking as she fucked me gently, slowly, both of us getting accustomed to how much the strapon could move while staying in.  I opened myself to her, ass, heart, and soul, and when our eyes met a spark lit.  She started moving faster, concentrating on her strokes, concentrating on my reactions, and I moved with her as best I could.  I fucked back, trying to get all of her inside me, trying to take everything she could give me.

She leaned back, settling on her legs while keeping her rhythm going, and wrapped her hand around my cock.  She started stroking in time with her thrusts, filling me while sliding her hand up and pulling out as her hand slid down.  She had become aflame with desire, with beauty, with lust and power, and before long she started moaning in time with my own moans.  Her hips moved faster, her hand moved faster, my hips moves faster, as this unbelievable pressure built and built.  I could feel it centered in the base of my cock, and every stroke in my ass sent it climbing higher, every stroke of her hand brought it closer, and in one final thrust I began erupting.  She stroked me throughout, her hips still, as I covered my chest and stomach with my cum.

Recovering, she pulled out and grabbed the baby wipes to start cleaning me, cleaning the strapon, and then began undoing the knots with which she tied me.  I held her close as I came down from the high and kissed her firmly, thanking her with my lips and my soul for being such a tender, caring, dominating woman.  Everything in my being was alive and singing and I wanted her to feel it.  We shuffled some things, and as she went to the bathroom I arranged all of the toys to be cleaned later, because I wasn’t done.

She came back and lay down, and I was next to her in a heartbeat, kissing and loving and cuddling.  My hands started wandering, and trailing south I found her very wet pussy.  I started teasing her clit, flicking it gently with my fingertip as she gasped and her head rolled back.  I slid two fingers inside her and she moaned.  She bucked against my hand, fighting, and for several minutes I held her there as she rolled through orgasm after orgasm.  Finally, as a look of concern hit her eyes, I asked her if we needed a towel.  Unable to speak, she nodded, and I grabbed the closest one, folding it half, and placed it underneath her.  My hands were right back to where they’d been, my lips back on hers, as I slid two fingers inside her and curled up.  She exploded, flooding my hand, and in the middle of her orgasm I slid in another finger as I reached down with my left hand and started flicking her clit.  She half-screamed, her hips rising off the bed, as she squirted again and again against my hand, little droplets covering my arm and her legs as we soaked the towel.  Practically exhausted, she flopped back down, but I wasn’t done yet.  In slid a fourth finger, and as her eyes opened wide and she gasped for breath I massaged her G-sot, bringing her back to the edge of another strong orgasm, before dropping the back of my hand and fucking her hard with my hand, pushing against her front wall as she flooded me again, and constant flow of extreme wetness that covered my hand as she wailed and bucked and gasped for breath.  I pulled away and slid between her legs, sliding my hard cock deep inside her, and fucked her hard and fast, burying my hips into hers, every thrust as deep as I could get, as she thrashed her head side to side and came and came and came, continuing to soak the towel and, as we later found out, the sheet beneath it.  Finally, when she came so hard she pushed me out and arched her back so that I couldn’t stay atop her, I leaned back and let her come down.

As she came down from her high I slid up next to her, holding her, and we kissed some more.  She jokingly looked at the clock and commented that she hadn’t even had half an hour.  I laughed, asking her “what makes you think I’m done?” as I slid my right hand back down.  My fingers began playing with her clit again, still hard, and I reached over and grabbed the lube.  With a little bit on my fingers, I caressed her hot, soaking pussy before slowly sliding 3 fingers back inside her.  3 fingers quickly became 4, and as she rode the crest of one orgasm I re-positioned myself between her knees, tucked my thumb against the palm of my hand, and slowly pushed my hand inside her until only my wrist was visible.  This set her off, bucking and swearing and thrashing her head as orgasm after orgasm rolled over her.  I fucked her with my hand, filling her, and when she wouldn’t calm down I grabbed her throat with one hand, pushing hard against the carotid.  She groaned and came harder, trying to push me out, and came again when I let go.  She reached for my hand and breathless begged two sweet words.  “Hit me.

I lay my left hand against her cheek as my right one fucked her pussy.  I lifted it, and dropped it against her cheek.  She barely registered it.  I lifted it higher and dropped it faster.  She took the hit and gasped, a small, encouraging sound.  I lifted my hand again and swung it, carrying the blow through her jaw and mouth, and she came again, bucking so fast it was like she was being electrocuted.  I hit her again, and she came again.  Every blow added another level of intensity to her orgasm as she bucked and thrashed beneath me.  “Yeah, you like it what I take you and use you, don’t you?” I asked.  She nodded, gasping a desperate yes.  “You want me to own you forever like this, don’t you?” I teased.  Again, a nod and a gasping yes.

I slowly pulled my hand out and stopped with 4 fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot again as she flooded one more time.  I slipped between her legs and slapped her clit with my cock.  “You want this cock, don’t you?  You want it inside you.”  She gasped out another yes, trembling, and with no warning I buried myself to the hilt in one thrust.  I grabbed her throat again, looking into her eyes, and said slowly “I’m in charge now.  You’re mine.”  She bucked and thrashed again as she came hard she almost bucked me off.  I chuckled, low in my throat, and slid out to slide me cock down.  “Since you’re mine, I’m going to have you how I want you,” I said, as I pushed the head of my cock into her ass.

I grabbed the lube and dripped some on the shaft of my cock and slowly slid all the way inside her.  She trashed and bucked and winced, but like a good girl she took all of me.  I let her rest a few seconds to get used to me, and then started fucking her slowly.  I string of sentences started rolling out of my mouth, about her ass being mine to take, and if she’s going to fuck my ass she should expect the same in return.  Every sentence seemed to trigger another orgasm, and when I mentioned she’s been known to squirt while I fuck her ass she did so again, adding to the already prodigious wetness around my cock.  I started fucking her harder, and in her dazed stupor she looked at me and asked “Are you going to cum in my ass?”  This set me off, and I fucked harder, feeling the pressure build.   I asked her if she wanted it, and she nodded.  I asked her if she could handle my cum up her ass, and she nodded again.  I asked her if she needed to feel my cock fill her ass with cum, and we both lost it.  I came hard, pumping deep inside her, as we both moaned and groaned and bucked against each other.

As we came down I pulled out and rested my head against her belly.  My hands found hers, and we held each other for a few minutes as we tried to get our breath under control.  When we could talk again, we both mentioned that we would definitely need showers now and started giggling.  I grabbed the wipes and cleaned us both up as best I could (front to back, gentleman!) and helped her to her feet so she could stumble to the bathroom.  I stripped the bed of the sheet and the pillow of it’s cover and threw them both in the hamper to be washed, and joined her in the shower for a quick twirl.

We took care to wash all the very sensitive bits, and as I finished first I got out to make the bed with a fresh sheet and have everything ready for her when she came out.  Mrs. AP came out, drying off, and collapsed on the bed next to me, and we talked about how it felt, and how natural it seemed, and how we’ll have to do that more often.

We drifted to sleep, happy and content to belong to each other.

 

Stay SINful, friends.

26 responses

  1. kinkydesoto

    I am always envious of your escapades and ecstatic for you and Mrs. AP. You inspire!

    July 29, 2012 at 11:27 am

    • Thank you! Inspiration can cum in so many lovely forms. 😉

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      July 29, 2012 at 7:01 pm

  2. wow that was hot hot hot! I keep seeing all these posts about the liberator and it makes me laugh, because we’ve had one but never use it. Now I”m finally getting some ideas for its usefulness!!!

    July 29, 2012 at 12:21 pm

    • Glad we can help give ideas! We sat on some of the bigger Liberator furniture in the Hustler store in New Orleans and got all kinds of ideas ourselves! Also, we badly the Liberator Throe in a multitude of colors to help save the sheets. Waterproofing is a must in our house! 🙂

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      July 29, 2012 at 7:02 pm

  3. Hot damn! I could say more, but let’s just leave it at Hot damn!

    July 29, 2012 at 3:40 pm

  4. Mmm, yeah, it’s like that.

    Ravaging at its finest. 🙂

    July 29, 2012 at 5:31 pm

  5. Whoa. You two have an incredible relationship.

    July 29, 2012 at 11:13 pm

  6. You had me at glass dildo…

    July 30, 2012 at 1:39 am

    • Aren’t they awesome! They really are the best way to play! 😀

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      July 30, 2012 at 1:40 am

  7. Domina Victoria Rage

    Wow, incredible posting!!!! Read it twice 😉

    July 30, 2012 at 2:41 am

    • Glad you enjoyed it! I always love when my writing resonates.

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      July 30, 2012 at 2:45 am

  8. I’m really sad that the messages I leave from my phone never appear on here:( I always have to repost when I am near a computer. I was on my last night of vacation and also celibate since Swinger and I have had separate rooms for our week of vacation, this post made me extremely horny. I went to bed after 2am after reading it and woke up at 430am dreaming of sex with Eye Candy! ha ha I’m in a pissy mood with Swinger, not sure I will discuss that yet or not. Probably will, knowing me! But let me thank you again for the NO sleep last night, especially since I had a long drive home today!! LMAO!!

    July 30, 2012 at 11:35 pm

    • I’m sorry your phone disapproves of the posting. I’ve received no notifications from WordPress about any of your mobile posts. I’m a bit of a tech guy; what OS and browser are you using on your phone? iOS and Safari? Android and Browser/Opera/etc? Blackberry? Windows Phone? I may need to tweak some settings somewhere to make mobile commenting more streamlined.

      You’re welcome for the lack of sleep and the sexy dreams. I’m also terribly sorry about the issues with Swinger. I’m starting to think you two just shouldn’t go on holiday when you don’t have unfettered access to each other. I hope it gets better soon!

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      July 31, 2012 at 2:24 am

      • I think it is logging into Word Press after I leave the comment, it has made me do that before I proceed and maybe I’m not getting that in correct. Hard to see on my phone. It’s an Android also.

        August 1, 2012 at 12:25 am

      • It is hard to see on those screens, yes. I’ll check my mobile settings, see if I can’t tweak something to improve your experience. 😉

        Stay SINful
        Mr. AP

        August 1, 2012 at 12:37 am

  9. This is gorgeous, you lucky two. 🙂 I especially like the way you include your safety measures and your (hot) negotiating. I’m inspired.

    Also, I’m a fellow fan of the koosh-like flogger. Ours is neon pink.

    August 1, 2012 at 9:30 am

    • Thank you! I think I’m pretty lucky to have such a smart, sexy, and caring kinky partner in Mrs. AP. She helps keep me from doing stupid things. It’s wonderful.

      Rubber filament floggers are indeed awesome. Ours are dark purple. I think a photo session is in order soon…

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      August 2, 2012 at 9:02 am

  10. Yes, very hot. Thank you for directing me to this the other night when I was looking for masturbatory inspiration. Also, it’s not just your blog that I have posted comments on with my phone (iphone 4/safari) that my comments don’t appear. I thought maybe mine were just disapproved (paranoid that I am) and it was just me.

    August 1, 2012 at 2:41 pm

    • I know most mobile browsers don’t handle redirect scripts for authentication very well. I always recommend Opera Mobile whenever possible, although Chrome for Android and Mobile Firefox are both making good impressions on me lately.

      I think I have some tech testing to do now. : -D

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      August 2, 2012 at 9:33 am

  11. “How do you want this to happen? What do you want me to use? This is our negotiation time; I want to make sure I won’t take things too far and hurt you.“

    Smart lady. Do your negotiation with your clothes on and well and advance. Makes for way better scenes, IMO.

    August 2, 2012 at 12:10 am

    • She is that! I’m one damn lucky guy for her to want me, that’s for sure!

      Stay SINful
      Mr. AP

      August 2, 2012 at 9:58 am

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