Sharing Is Fun

He left only minutes ago but already it seems like a dream. With a chaste kiss on the cheek from me and a pat on the bottom for you he left. You grin as you close the door behind him and turn to me where I sit patiently.

“Mmmmm sweetie…Did you like it? Did you like Glas riding you? Your first experience of cock?”

The final word is breathed, breathless, suggestive, crude.

I whimper, uncertain how to reply. Still appalled by the memory of his stabbing maleness, his size, his physical strength, the sense of being overwhelmed, swamped by him, my arousal spikes again at the feeling of helplessness, the sense of vulnerability of giving myself to him, for you.

“You did, didn’t you Rain? Mmmmm...” Your groan is heated, heavy with lust. “You’re such a slut Rain aren’t you?”

Timidly, fearful, I nod slightly in reply.

“Y-yes mistress,” I whisper. “I’m a slut…your slut…”

“Oh such a good girl Rain…such a good, obedient little slut…”

Your hand pets my hair, stroking it, comforting me.

“Maybe next time…” My heart seems to stop as your voice takes on that sing song tone it gains as ideas tumble through your mind. “Maybe next time we’ll invite Deke too baby…”

My insides lurch, quaking at your words. My body seems to burn at the suggestion.

‘Oh Goddess…oh no…oh please no…”

And yet I long for you to make me.

“But first love…I saw you. Eyeing the whip as you took your beating. I saw the hunger in your eyes. You wanted it didn’t you?”

Your eyes are dark, demanding as you retrieve the whip from where it fell earlier.

“Didn’t you Rain?”

I nod as I stand and spread for you. But you remain seated.

“You will punish yourself Rain – severely. I will instruct you as you go and believe me I will know if you fail to lay it on hard enough. You would not want to disappoint me now would you Rain?”

I simply nod.

“So when you are naked you may begin with your shoulders, before proceeding to your belly, your buttocks, thighs and finally, your cunt…”

*

As Hana settled down sighing, her hand snaking its way between her thighs, the whip hissed in the air to land with a splash of leather fronds on her lover’s shoulders. Smiling she looked up at Rain’s soft gasp.

For nowr har hand stroked gently over the honeyed flesh of her split. Hana did want to join in but there would be plenty of time for that later.

For now she sat back to enjoy the show, she was particularly looking forward to watching the whip’s downward progress and the inevitable tears…