The Exhibitionist
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“Before you use a single tail and especially in a nonpunishment scene, you’ll want to warm the submissive’s skin up with a flogging or something similar.” He picked up a waiting flogger and gently started working it along my backside.
I loved floggings. Especially when he worked the flogger seductively across my body, easing me gently into subspace. His strokes grew harder and I fell into my yoga breathing.
“Abigail,” he said, “are you with us?”
“Green, Master,” I said.
I heard him address the crowd again, but since he wasn’t talking to me, I didn’t pay attention to what he said. Instead I returned to that blissful place in my mind.
A sharp lick of pain hit my right butt cheek and I knew he had switched to the bullwhip, but the sensation soon diffused into vibrations of pleasure and I couldn’t help the moan of contentment that slipped from me.
“Very nice, Abigail.”
After a few more strokes he asked, “How are you doing? What color are you at?”
“Green, green, green, Master.”
The whip started landing higher up my body and at times I could have sworn he was using two. But it felt so good, I wanted to concentrate on the pleasure and not worry about breaking down everything he was doing.
I got lost in subspace then and was surprised when a few minutes later—or what seemed like just a few minutes later—he said, “So good, Abigail. You did so good.”
I wanted to protest because I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I wanted more. But I trusted him to know what I needed. He switched the whip out for a flogger and I sighed as I came back down from my subspace high. He didn’t say anything when he put the flogger down and ran his hands up and down my body.
Yes! I shouted in my head. This was what I needed, too. His hands on me so I could feel the way he spoke through touch alone.
“You did so well, my lovely,” he finally whispered, pressing himself against my back. He undid the buckles attaching me to the cross. “You looked incredible. You made me so proud.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He placed soft kisses along the back of my neck. I was faintly aware of the quiet shuffle of people and then there was nothing.
“How did it feel?” he asked.
“It felt so good, Master.” I still felt warm and floaty inside.
“I’m so glad, baby.”
“I thought it would only be painful. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good.”
He lifted me in his arms and carried me to a padded table in the corner of the room. As we went, I realized everyone had left. Once he put me down, he climbed up beside me and pulled a fluffy blanket over both of us. I pushed back against him.
He whispered against the skin at the nape of my neck, “Do you want to come, Abigail?”
“Yes, Master.” I was starting to wake up. “So much.”
He kissed the spot right at the top of my spine, the one he knew would drive me wild. I shivered when he licked it and bit it softly. Ever so slowly, his hand slid between my legs and teased me.
“You looked so hot being worked over by a whip. You handled it so well. Such a good girl.” He continued softly praising me as he worked his finger deeper and started stroking my clit. “When I get you home, I’m going to fuck you properly. For now, I’m going to make you come with my fingers. Come for me. Come all over my fingers like you would my dick.”
Granted permission to come, I moved my hips in an attempt to get his fingers deeper.
“There you go,” he said. “Work for it. Work those hips and give that needy pussy what it wants. What it needs.”
I gyrated my hips. “I need you, Master.”
“For now, you’re just getting my fingers. My fingers fucking that pussy. Do you want more? Do you want to come? Fuck them like you mean it.”
I sucked in a breath and he worked his fingers deeper inside.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “You feel so good and my cock is jealous. It can’t wait to fuck you. To sink inside and pull out and pound back into you over and over and over.” He whispered in my ear, “Are you going to make my cock happy when we get home?”
“Yes, Master.”
He pressed his fingers into the spot inside that always got me off. With a grunt, I pushed back hard against him and came around his fingers.
“That’s it. That’s the way,” he said before pulling me close and tight in his arms. My eyes started to grow heavy and I was barely awake to hear him whisper, “Close your eyes and rest now.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I didn’t doze long. It felt like merely minutes later when I became aware of him kissing my back.
I groaned, realizing he was kissing the marks left by whip. “Feels good to have your lips on me, Master.”
“Then let me keep doing it.”
By the time he’d kissed each and every line, I was once more warm and tingly and desperate for him. But he pulled back again. “I need to dress this.”
“I think I prefer your kisses, Master.”
“I know I prefer kissing you, but I need to do this.” He placed one last kiss on my back. “Get on your stomach.”
I rolled over, fully showing him my back. He put cream of some sort on one of the lash lines and I sucked in a breath.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No, not really.” I thought about it. “It’s just … there.”
But when he applied ointment to another line, there was a definite sting.
“Okay, it hurts a bit,” I confessed. “Which is a bit of a surprise. It didn’t hurt at all while you were doing it.”
“It didn’t?”
“I expected it to, but instead it felt like little tiny bites all over and they kind of shot through me. Almost as if there were a million teeth nibbling at me.” I turned my head and looked up at him. “That doesn’t make sense. I’m not explaining it right. I know it was only the one single tail. You only used one, right?”
“Right.”
“It was amazing.”
He placed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That was what I wanted. You know, if you feel up to it, there’s a party going on.”
I rose on an elbow. “Now?”
Partying sounded fun, but when I went to sit up at his nod, I was sorer than I’d thought. “Ugh. On second thought, maybe we should skip it, Master. I don’t want anyone accidentally bumping into my back.”
I loved floggings. Especially when he worked the flogger seductively across my body, easing me gently into subspace. His strokes grew harder and I fell into my yoga breathing.
“Abigail,” he said, “are you with us?”
“Green, Master,” I said.
I heard him address the crowd again, but since he wasn’t talking to me, I didn’t pay attention to what he said. Instead I returned to that blissful place in my mind.
A sharp lick of pain hit my right butt cheek and I knew he had switched to the bullwhip, but the sensation soon diffused into vibrations of pleasure and I couldn’t help the moan of contentment that slipped from me.
“Very nice, Abigail.”
After a few more strokes he asked, “How are you doing? What color are you at?”
“Green, green, green, Master.”
The whip started landing higher up my body and at times I could have sworn he was using two. But it felt so good, I wanted to concentrate on the pleasure and not worry about breaking down everything he was doing.
I got lost in subspace then and was surprised when a few minutes later—or what seemed like just a few minutes later—he said, “So good, Abigail. You did so good.”
I wanted to protest because I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I wanted more. But I trusted him to know what I needed. He switched the whip out for a flogger and I sighed as I came back down from my subspace high. He didn’t say anything when he put the flogger down and ran his hands up and down my body.
Yes! I shouted in my head. This was what I needed, too. His hands on me so I could feel the way he spoke through touch alone.
“You did so well, my lovely,” he finally whispered, pressing himself against my back. He undid the buckles attaching me to the cross. “You looked incredible. You made me so proud.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He placed soft kisses along the back of my neck. I was faintly aware of the quiet shuffle of people and then there was nothing.
“How did it feel?” he asked.
“It felt so good, Master.” I still felt warm and floaty inside.
“I’m so glad, baby.”
“I thought it would only be painful. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good.”
He lifted me in his arms and carried me to a padded table in the corner of the room. As we went, I realized everyone had left. Once he put me down, he climbed up beside me and pulled a fluffy blanket over both of us. I pushed back against him.
He whispered against the skin at the nape of my neck, “Do you want to come, Abigail?”
“Yes, Master.” I was starting to wake up. “So much.”
He kissed the spot right at the top of my spine, the one he knew would drive me wild. I shivered when he licked it and bit it softly. Ever so slowly, his hand slid between my legs and teased me.
“You looked so hot being worked over by a whip. You handled it so well. Such a good girl.” He continued softly praising me as he worked his finger deeper and started stroking my clit. “When I get you home, I’m going to fuck you properly. For now, I’m going to make you come with my fingers. Come for me. Come all over my fingers like you would my dick.”
Granted permission to come, I moved my hips in an attempt to get his fingers deeper.
“There you go,” he said. “Work for it. Work those hips and give that needy pussy what it wants. What it needs.”
I gyrated my hips. “I need you, Master.”
“For now, you’re just getting my fingers. My fingers fucking that pussy. Do you want more? Do you want to come? Fuck them like you mean it.”
I sucked in a breath and he worked his fingers deeper inside.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “You feel so good and my cock is jealous. It can’t wait to fuck you. To sink inside and pull out and pound back into you over and over and over.” He whispered in my ear, “Are you going to make my cock happy when we get home?”
“Yes, Master.”
He pressed his fingers into the spot inside that always got me off. With a grunt, I pushed back hard against him and came around his fingers.
“That’s it. That’s the way,” he said before pulling me close and tight in his arms. My eyes started to grow heavy and I was barely awake to hear him whisper, “Close your eyes and rest now.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I didn’t doze long. It felt like merely minutes later when I became aware of him kissing my back.
I groaned, realizing he was kissing the marks left by whip. “Feels good to have your lips on me, Master.”
“Then let me keep doing it.”
By the time he’d kissed each and every line, I was once more warm and tingly and desperate for him. But he pulled back again. “I need to dress this.”
“I think I prefer your kisses, Master.”
“I know I prefer kissing you, but I need to do this.” He placed one last kiss on my back. “Get on your stomach.”
I rolled over, fully showing him my back. He put cream of some sort on one of the lash lines and I sucked in a breath.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No, not really.” I thought about it. “It’s just … there.”
But when he applied ointment to another line, there was a definite sting.
“Okay, it hurts a bit,” I confessed. “Which is a bit of a surprise. It didn’t hurt at all while you were doing it.”
“It didn’t?”
“I expected it to, but instead it felt like little tiny bites all over and they kind of shot through me. Almost as if there were a million teeth nibbling at me.” I turned my head and looked up at him. “That doesn’t make sense. I’m not explaining it right. I know it was only the one single tail. You only used one, right?”
“Right.”
“It was amazing.”
He placed a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That was what I wanted. You know, if you feel up to it, there’s a party going on.”
I rose on an elbow. “Now?”
Partying sounded fun, but when I went to sit up at his nod, I was sorer than I’d thought. “Ugh. On second thought, maybe we should skip it, Master. I don’t want anyone accidentally bumping into my back.”
