My first flogging happened more than 30 years ago. My first flogging from Tripp (since Sir taught him how) just happened and I’m still high from it. Tripp turned the Dom level to 11 today, and I think I am more madly in love with him than ever.
I came home at my usual time this afternoon (sadly not a holiday for me). Tripp met me at the door with leather cuffs, a leash, and a delightfully evil grin. “I read your blog” he said and told me to strip. Once I was buck naked, Tripp cuffed me and attached the leash to my collar. He told me to follow him and he lead me by the leash upstairs. We have a sling stand and he had set it up. He attached my wrists to the corners of the stand, blindfolded me, and then he left me there.
I don’t know how much time passed, but he returned and ran his hands down my body and gave my cage a squeeze. Then he ran my flogger down my back. I knew what it was as soon as it touched me. He wrapped his arms around me and I heard him open a bottle of poppers (they are one of my vices, I’ll admit). He fed them to me. I felt the warm rush of blood, the pounding of my heart, and the swelling of my cock as they took effect.
Tripp started with gentle strokes and gradually increased as he warmed me up. His strokes were a bit imprecise, and once he hit my balls which hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t care. He stopped every so often to stroke my back with his hands and give me another hit of poppers. He continued to flog me harder and harder and eventually moved from my back to my ass. I’m sure they were glowing red.
When he was finished, he rubbed an ice cube from his water glass all over my back and ass. The heat from the flogging and poppers mixed with the icy cold was intense and my cage was so tight, I’m pretty sure I was leaking like a sieve. He took my hands down from the frame and we kissed. He fondled my caged cock and asked me how it was. “Good, really really good” was all I could think to say. “Still think I’m too nice?” He asked. I just shook my head.
I’ve been flogged and whipped many times by people who are known for their skill. While Tripp was a little unsteady and lacked control, I can honestly say it was the best flogging I have ever had, because it was my husband and he did it because he wanted to. I didn’t ask him. He didn’t tell me, or ask me, he just did it. He took me and used me on his own. He didn’t care if I was feeling it (I so was). This was honestly a fantasy come to life. I absolutely melt when Tripp embraces his inner Dom. It doesn’t happen often enough.
Tripp’s birthday is in a couple of months. I think I’m going to get him his own flogger, and I might just introduce him to my single tail when his aim improves. Hopefully, he’ll want a lot more practice.