Make interpersonal relationships with my friend – 5

“Make interpersonal relationship with my friend” Part-5 Continues….

She lifted her hips and pulled her skirt up to her waist, and then she pushed her panties down over her legs and kicked them off. She lay back on the couch, parted her thighs and put her left leg up on the coffee table to give me full access to her. As she pulled my head down to her lap with the leash she told me to get on my stomach, and she helped me move my legs up onto the couch so I could. The spikes hurt even more as I lay down with my cock under me against the cushions.

After I got into the position she wanted she pushed my face against her crotch and said simply, “Lick.” My mouth found her soaking wet pussy and I began eating her, swallowing her juices as I worked my lips and tongue on her.

As she began to moan with pleasure I could hear her fumbling with some items from our shopping bag and a minute later I felt something cold and wet pressing at my ass cheeks and quickly finding my asshole, and then an insistent pressure as she began to push the lubed butt plug into me.

Helpless to stop the inevitable with my hands cuffed behind me, I groaned into her pussy as she pushed the plug in deeper, and she responded by moaning louder and grinding herself against my face. I didn’t know what size she was using but it felt like it was too big for me to take.

I gasped when she gave it one final push and my sphincter suddenly closed over the recessed part of the plug, and Daisy said excitedly, “Oh yes Baby, it’s in you all the way now.” I was nearly in tears from the pain from my cock on top of the discomfort of the plug stuffed up my ass but I kept on eating her out as best I could.

Her breathing got faster and more urgent as pressed harder on my head with one hand and on the butt plug in my ass with the other. Suddenly she cried out, “Oh God, johnson, I’m going to cum,” and moments later, “Ahh, ahhh, oh GOD!” as her body shook from the orgasm that overcame her.

She stroked my hair as her breathing slowly returned to normal and I kissed the wet insides of her thighs, her juices smeared all over my face. “Oh God, Johnson, that was so good, I came so hard Baby,” she said. “Now I want my favorite after play.”

She slid further down on the sofa, raised her hips up and spread her legs wider, and I knew what she wanted as she pushed my head down. She reached around under herself and pulled her ass cheeks apart as I moved my mouth from her wet pussy down to her assshole, circling it slowly with my tongue before touching the small opening and entering her.

“Yes Baby, mmm that feels so good after I cum. Fuck my ass with your tongue johnson.” I pushed my tongue deeper into her ass and explored her inside, slowly moving it in and out of her. “Ohhh, yes Baby, I love that,” she sighed.

Finally she tugged at my leash and helped me back up to a sitting position, adding to the pressure of the butt plug still inside me, and rearranged herself as well. She looked at my cock, which had now turned an alarming shade of purple inside the steel cock ring, and without a word she went into her purse to retrieve the small keys and mercifully unlocked and removed it. There were angry red dots all over my cock from the sharp screw points but the skin wasn’t broken anywhere.

Daicy held the glass of wine to my lips and I gratefully drank from it, then she finished it off herself and reached over to stroke my cock. As my long suppressed erection began to grow she said, “Poor Baby, I guess you want to cum yourself?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She was quiet for a few moments before saying, “I’m sorry johnson, I know you must want to, but I want to tie you up and whip you first.”

I swallowed hard, remembering our recent conversation. “I understand,” I said.

She got up from the sofa and straightened her disheveled skirt. Then she pulled at my leash indicating I should stand up, picked up the shopping bag and led me into her bedroom. Being led on a leash to what was sure to be a painful fate made me weak in the knees.

Daicy never said a word as she buckled the wrist and ankle cuffs on me. She then had me lie facedown on the bed and went to work cutting the bondage rope we bought into four segments and securing each of my limbs to a bedpost. It was a queen size bed and my arms and legs were spread wide.

“Raise up,” she said, and as she shoved a pillow under my hips to elevate my ass I suspected that a whipping wasn’t all that lay ahead of me on this bed.

Finally she took the ball gag out of the bag, placed the ball in my mouth and buckled the strap tightly at the back of my neck. “I wish I could hear you scream johnson,” she said, “but since we’re in a hotel that will have to wait.”

I suddenly realized I wouldn’t be able to get a safe word out if I needed to, but Daicy seemed to read my thoughts, “I read about something you could do instead of saying a safe word,” she said. Then she pressed a small rubber ball into my left hand. “Just hold this and let it go if it gets to be too much, okay Baby?”

I nodded my understanding and squeezed the little ball, hoping I could keep it right where it was.

“I want to be naked while I whip you johnson,” she announced, and proceeded to undress away from my sight. I could hear her breathing heavily as she did and grew harder knowing she was getting excited all over again just from the anticipation of whipping me.

A minute later she appeared alongside the bed, naked and holding the Scottish tawse in her right hand. She held it out so the leather straps touched me between my shoulder blades and then she trailed them down along my back and over my ass.

“I’ll start slowly johnson and gradually start hitting you harder, just like last night. And I’m sorry but I guess it won’t end until I’m hitting you pretty hard.”

With the ball gag in my mouth I could only make an “Mmm-hmm” sound.

She left the tawse draped across my back, reached over to the butt plug still inside me and started to slowly pull it out. Again it hurt as the bulging part of the plug stretched my sphincter.

“I don’t want anything distracting you from your whipping,” she told me. It was a relief when she finally pulled it all the way out, but I couldn’t stop wondering what else was coming… until she bent down and whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to whip your back now Baby,” she said, “and then I’m going to fuck your ass really hard with that strap-on.” So I was going to be fucked, something I actually dreaded more than the impending whipping. It almost made me want the whipping to go on as long as possible.

The first strikes of the tawse across my shoulder blades were relatively light as she promised but the instrument still made a loud snapping sound when the leather straps met my skin. She struck me again and again, moving slightly downward with each stroke until finally reaching the small of my back.

The sting from the lashes spread a heat over my entire back. Daicy paused, stroked my hair and said, “I love whipping your back, it’s really getting me hot. I’m sorry but I have to start hitting you harder now.”

Then she started over again on my shoulder blades, bringing the tawse down hard. Each lash was like a hot flame across my back now, burning and then receding into a persistent sting. She whipped me again and again, a little lower each time until she once more reached the small of my back. I held the little ball tightly in my hand.

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