Whip me till I cum...
It's amazing how hard it is to find a guy to really whip you – to get good welts to show across the back and bum, to whip with real rhythm, - at least 25 to the minute…to let themselves go and make themselves cum doing it…to make it all a delicious sexual pleasure…hot-bloodied and passionate….weird but wonderful.
On some dreary so-called S&M website a group once attacked me for pointing out that whipping had everything to do with sex…..and if not, said I, then they should all go and join the prison service or something. I may have over-argued the point by referring them to judicial punishment, but that seems to be the flavour today. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior….
No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all academic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….
I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for now, full effort behind every stroke across my bum and back, but who is there out there prepared to go that far ? All the well-built ladies in scanty leather and high heels are a bit of a joke too, - they're professionals, so the thing most uppermost in their minds is not your pleasure but their own insurance risk…
Fair enough, they supply a service, - they're not your lover. But that's the whole point, - where are those prepared to whip me and love me, to be drawn into my own ecstasy and cum together with me, to hit as hard as I want, - and fuck the insurance company too !! To tend to my welts and rub in cream and massage my wilting cock….to care enough so that passion stays around for kisses and sympathy, mussing and hugging, videoing and uploading the striped back onto our web-sites.
And as for all those leather merchants…wrist bands, jock-straps, shoulder straps, ankle-high boots…all in black shiny leather…,it's play-acting, not flogging. The only leather that's worth anything is in the thongs of the flogger itself…their sweet smell as they're mussed across your face, to give you the flavour of what is to cum. The feel of the thongs through the fingers, counting them. 15 ? lovely. What, more ? 35 !! Oh My God !! This is gonna be a heavy flogging – a real love bite. Wrapping one thong around my cock for a minute or two to let it know who's cumming for it…….and then -
Harder….faster….harder….faster….harder….faster….OMG I've cum….thank you, thank you, thank you….kiss me, hug me, my lover……..
On some dreary so-called S&M website a group once attacked me for pointing out that whipping had everything to do with sex…..and if not, said I, then they should all go and join the prison service or something. I may have over-argued the point by referring them to judicial punishment, but that seems to be the flavour today. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior….
No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all academic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….
I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for now, full effort behind every stroke across my bum and back, but who is there out there prepared to go that far ? All the well-built ladies in scanty leather and high heels are a bit of a joke too, - they're professionals, so the thing most uppermost in their minds is not your pleasure but their own insurance risk…
Fair enough, they supply a service, - they're not your lover. But that's the whole point, - where are those prepared to whip me and love me, to be drawn into my own ecstasy and cum together with me, to hit as hard as I want, - and fuck the insurance company too !! To tend to my welts and rub in cream and massage my wilting cock….to care enough so that passion stays around for kisses and sympathy, mussing and hugging, videoing and uploading the striped back onto our web-sites.
And as for all those leather merchants…wrist bands, jock-straps, shoulder straps, ankle-high boots…all in black shiny leather…,it's play-acting, not flogging. The only leather that's worth anything is in the thongs of the flogger itself…their sweet smell as they're mussed across your face, to give you the flavour of what is to cum. The feel of the thongs through the fingers, counting them. 15 ? lovely. What, more ? 35 !! Oh My God !! This is gonna be a heavy flogging – a real love bite. Wrapping one thong around my cock for a minute or two to let it know who's cumming for it…….and then -
Harder….faster….harder….faster….harder….faster….OMG I've cum….thank you, thank you, thank you….kiss me, hug me, my lover……..
12年前
