86: East’s First Flogging¶
Editor’s note: This story is written by, and from the perspective of, the East Coast Kitten. If I was asked to describe the scene, after the hundreds/thousands(?) of floggings I’ve done, I’d have probably only been able to say: “I flogged them. They melted. I told them to cum, and they did. The end.”
My First Flogging¶
It took me years to actually visit and meet him in person. And then a few more years before I was willing to ask for a flogging. For all my experience as a slave, I am quite timid, and terrified of asking for what I want, and both of these were no exception. I much rather just accept what small tidbits I am given with a thank you, and never dare ask for more.
But as I grew more and more comfortable with this tall, quiet man, and he spoiled me with praise and so much more, I finally got the courage to, in a small, very afraid voice, ask if he could flog me.
He was of course more than happy to do so, and even gave a raised eyebrow to look at me amusedly, as if to say, “it took you long enough”.
And so we found time one evening. I stripped my shirt and bra off, while he fetched some soft red cuffs from his massive cabinet collection of various items for play. My arms were hooked up to the bar attacked to the large post in his living room. Admittedly I could barely breath. I was not locked to the pole this time, as it was just him and I and no one else there to assist incase of an accident or emergency. (I refuse to bind someone such that they can’t free themselves when there’s not a 3rd party around in case I have a stroke or seizure or wack my head or something.)
Beforehand, I had selected the floggers I wished to try, with his guidance as to what felt like what. I opted for some very lovely elk, cow, and moose. He spread them out nicely on the half wall to easily access them. He reminds me of the 1-10 scale, in which I tell him where I am in the session. 1 being the beginning, 10 being at my limit.
As he takes within his hands “The Twins” (two smaller elk floggers) my heart pounds. As he steps closer, gently caressing my back with them, my breath catches.
He steps back slightly, I can hear him raising his arm, and I tense in anticipation.
And he ever so lightly taps one single strand onto my shoulder, with an exaggerated “UH”
I giggle, and he laughs, breaking the tension so easily and I start to relax.
He then pulls back, and swings, hitting firmly across my shoulder blades.
He asks “How was that” And I respond “It was so nice!”
So he goes again, this time, not stopping, until he has hit several times,, both hands alternating between both floggers. I was unable to count. He stops and this time asks where I am on the scale of 1-10. I answer 2.
He steps back and turns towards the half wall, and picks up the next flogger and turns to me again. He raises his arm once again, and brings it down. A thicker, harder thud. It makes me gasp, as i grasp the bar above me in my fists. It felt like heaven. Taking all the tension out of my body in one swing.
Then another. And another. I whimper now, and bite my lip. He drags the flogger against my hot skin, and whispers so close to my ear “Where are you now” I barely get out a 5 as my answer.
He turns and retrieves the last flogger. The moose. Which from then on would be my favorite.
Without realizing he was ready to go again, he swings wide and hard, connecting with my back perfectly, in a heavy, hard thud. It rattles me bone deep all over, and I nearly cum from just that. Over and over and over, I take the hits. And they both heal, and hurt, all at once. I finally squeak out that I was at 9, almost in a panicky voice, unsure I could take any more, unsure if i was going to cum right there.
He comes behind me, and into my ear growls “CUM”.
And my world comes crashing down. I can no longer hold my legs together, or hold back. I collapse, the cuffs on the bar the only thing holding me up as I orgasm, my body shaking, and my mind emptying, as if spilling onto the floor.
Once the convulsions stop, he gently lifts me up so he can uncuff me, and gently leads me to the floor. Where I immediately move myself to the half wall, and press my hot back against the smooth cool surface behind me and breath a huge sigh of contentment.