Switches can be used for playtime too. Specially if you have a Mistress that likes to play rough....
Seldom does our reality live up to our fantasy. Perhaps because
they are usually long held tales, retold in our minds, for years.
Embelished, polished, and refined to a cresendo over years. What a
joy it is then, when the reality not only meets the fantasy in
intensity, but surpasses it.
I remember reading a book as a teenager called "A Worm In The
Bud" A thick sprawling book awash in sexually charged whipping,
spanking, nettles, you name it. I made sticky little messes reading
this book for years. Whips, crops, and all manner of implements being
used"all over" naked men and women. But the sequences
that always had aroused me the most were the ones where women were
using switches on young men. And if they became aroused during these
whippings (and they always did) They would recieve hard whippings on
their hard, bare penises! OOOOh!! The idea of a woman punnishing me
there has always resulted in incredible arousal for me.
So the night I found myself naked, kneeling, legs open, with my
hands behind my back, and Mistress holding a pecan switch she had
made me cut for her....OOOOOOH! ! I was so hard! I couldn't believe
what was about to actually happen, after years of fantasizing about
it!!
We had been doing obedience training.I was naked except for my
brand new, black leather, collar.(the boy in me took delight in the
fact that it smelled just like a new baseball glove) When I got a
task right Mistress would tickle my shaft with the feather end of a
crop. If I made a mistake I felt the slapper end. I was in an
incredibly submissive frame of mind. Kneeling, naked, head, and eyes
down, in front of my Mistress! Then came the command...
"Fetch the switch out of your bag" I brought it to her in my
mouth. Offering it up to her, glancing into her eyes briefly, looking
at the floor again as she took it. "GOOD BOY!"
She whipped me with the switch. My bottom, the backs of my
thighs. Hard. I whimpered, and cried out. She continued for a bit to
rain fire on me, bringing me to a cresendo of moans, cries, and
finally pleas. Then the switch was tickling my rock hard shaft!
Her voice was honey, as she teased me. All the while tickling me
there with the switch. I wiggled, and quietly moaned in pleasure, and
then she completed the fantasy! Fire! Each stroke was like
electricity on my penis! She covered it completely in fire. Whipping
down on the top of my shaft. Admonishing me to stop moving away from
the switch, or she would start over. Oh God!! I couldn't stand it!
God it hurt! I wanted it to go on! And it did. She calmed me down.
Tickled it again with the switch. Spoke soothingly .Teasing again.
Then started a series of strokes aimed upward searing the
sensitive "sweetspot" some call the male clitorus. Oh god!
I jumped! She warned me yet again to be still, or she would start
over. I begged. I cried. I tried hard to keep my hands on my head,
almost covering up three times. All three times she let me regain
position, and resumed torturing the underside of my shaft with fiery
strokes with that switch!
She finally had had enough. She secured my shaft, and balls where
they stuck out, with a piece of small link chain. Tied my hands out
of the way. Then she announced that she hadn't gotten a chance to
really play rough with me yet. And she began to get out whips,crops,
clothespins, and I noticed this smile..on her face..Ohh god.....
-TERRY-
