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[RaymondWise]

 

First from her point of view:

A sort of panic struck me as I drove up to his house. Not a single person knew where I was. I had driven hours away from my home, and I was alone. The reality of my situation began to sink in. I had agreed to be alone with man whom I had never met, a man who was soon going to undress me and beat me. I took a deep breath, but before I could finish exhaling, I heard my car handle click open. My door gently swung wide and then I saw him. Raymond doesn’t smile, he grins. What a spectacular grin…so inviting… I followed him in. I nervously sat on the edge of a long black sofa and placed my purse beside me. Raymond came into the living room, set a glass of water down for me, and moved my purse. He sat right next to me. Our negotiations didn’t take very long, as we had ironed out most of the details in advance. I didn’t say a lot, although I informed him that I decided it was best to keep my panties on (maintaining a single shred of decency). We also agreed that he could use wrist restraints at his discretion; they looked strange, but they felt good to try on. Then the dreaded question came…“It’s time,” Raymond said, “I must have your emergency contact.” A stinging sense of guilt filled my stomach as I gave him my husband’s name and cell number. I prayed that he wouldn’t need to use it. Before I could think too much, Raymond stood up and said, “Bring your water---follow me.”

We made our quiet climb up the stairs and my heart began to race as he closed his bedroom door behind us.  Raymond faced me and I stared into his eyes. Wow, those eyes…I began feeling that his direct gaze was somewhat hypnotic. He knew how nervous I was, he said “The only thing you need to do is what you’re told.”  We took a few deep breaths together as we began to connect. “Listen to the fan… hear my voice…. feel me touch you.” His hands grazed the sides of my face and my eyes lowered to stare at his chest. He sat on his bed. “Young lady, face down- across my lap,” Raymond demanded. Good girls need spankings, and bad girls need spankings. “Here you are… across a gentleman’s lap, in his bedroom, and your husband knows nothing about it.” He told me I needed to be punished for that and that he would take pleasure delivering it. He slid my dress up over my cheeks very slowly. Deep breath. The first strike was not very hard, I smiled slightly as I began to relax into the moment.  As the s***d and intensity of his hand began to build, so did Raymond’s stimulating vocabulary. He called me so many names- a little slut, a filthy whore, a fucking tramp. I could feel his arousal growing against my belly. “I know you feel me getting hard, this was your whole plan, wasn’t it, you little fucking cunt.” I was hoping he wouldn’t perceive how aroused I had become myself. I clenched my thighs together tightly, but I’m sure he noticed, he said, “Feel what you are feeling between your legs.” Raymond alternated between spanking me harder and then stroking the back of my hair, it was an intoxicating blend.  Each time he struck my butt and thighs, the vibrations would cause me to curve or arch, moan or gasp. The warmth of my skin increased-it felt wonderful. His firm hand was exactly what I craved. After he allowed me to catch my breath, I heard Raymond’s jolting command: “GET UP.”  Although I could have stayed across his lap for hours, I did exactly as I was told.

Face to face now, we began to connect more deeply. As he began taking my dress off, I felt anxious again. I have scars on both my breasts and my stomach and when Raymond wrapped his arms around me to unfasten my bra, I held my breath. I was exposed, I felt ***. I instinctively wanted to take my long hair and cover myself. I just hid behind my closed eyes.  “Now, I’m going to ask you to kneel for me,” he said. I complied and lowered myself to my knees and sat on my feet.  I didn’t know how long I would be kneeling. I opened my eyes. The room seemed larger. Raymond seemed larger. I felt calm, and centered. “Bow.” Obediently, I put my head to the floor and stretched my arms out. I felt his shoe press down on my back and then I heard Raymond make his claim, “Mine.” “On all fours, and hold your head high…you’re mine.” I had never felt so submissive. I rather enjoyed experiencing those feelings. He walked around me and over to his bedroom closet door. “Crawl to me”. I obliged, and as I crawled I wondered if Raymond was enjoying this as much as I was.  Before I could think any more about that, I was suddenly and ***fully pulled up to my feet. As he began attaching the wrist cuffs tightly to me, reality started creeping back in, and my heart was pounding. What if…My thoughts were flooded with the possibilities of all the things that could go wrong if I could not escape. I thought, maybe this was a bad idea…. maybe we shouldn’t use the restraints…or maybe we could just use one? Internally, I was struggling with my decision to hand over total control and complete trust. 

 

Click….one left wrist. 

Click…. one right wrist.

Done-no escape. No turning back.

My arms were now suspended slightly above my head. I took a deep breath. “Good girl,” Raymond said, “You’re doing just fine.” He swept my long hair to one side and then I felt his face press against mine. I could hear his breath and felt his lips press against me. He told me he would check in on me like this and now I could just let go…. let go… let go…My first flogging--I had no clue what to expect, or what my tolerance would be. I didn’t feel anything for a couple of minutes and wondered if he had left. I turned around to look for Raymond. He was across the room putting some music on. I was relieved to see him.

Soon, I felt his warm hand caressing my back, mmmm, that was lovely and I felt more relaxed.   The first floggers he used were soft and made of strings and the way that he used them rhythmically felt like a body massage. Yesssss, I thought, I love this….more please. The warmup grew with intensity and when he put those floggers down, I knew things would be getting more impactful from that point. Raymond alternated the flogging between my butt and my back. Some were firm, few were soft. Some were rapid and made me lose my breath. Occasionally, he would stop and come in behind me. I could feel his erection press against me and he would let out this sound. It was like a soft, deep growl and I felt his hand move across my breasts. It made my body ache with arousal.  Whack! Whack! The strikes were coming much harder now- they were not rhythmic anymore. I could no longer anticipate the timing and most were becoming more shocking to me.  Up until that point I was fairly quiet. I began to moan a little and even whine at times. The more stinging whacks would cause my hips to twirl and my ankles danced around each other. I was not cold, but my body was trembling. The *** was mounting.  Raymond came in close to check on me and positioned his hand gently across my throat. I let my head dip back and he nibbled at my ear. “I can do whatever I want,” he said. Yes, he could.

Raymond administered several more thwacks between my shoulder blades, and then—something unexpected. I thought to myself, no…no…no, what is this…hold it together-I knew arousal would be part of my experience with Raymond but what I didn’t expect…. what I tried so desperately to hold in… was one big gigantic cry that boiled up inside me out of nowhere. Then, one more well-timed, soul-jarring strike from Raymond. WHACK!!! At that moment, I must have sucked in every particle of air from that bedroom…and then…“Fuh, fuh-fuh”  Raymond stopped and came in very close and said in a deep tone... “Let it out.”  With everything I had, I tried to hold it in. I would not submit.  “You will let it all out… or I will beat it out of you.”  And as I started to let go and the tears just poured. I thought the scene would be over at that point, I was so embarrassed.  “Good girl, this is so beautiful… but I’m not finished with you.” As each tear fell from me, my body felt lighter, and lighter, and lighter.  I knew I had submitted to Raymond, but this felt like surrender.

More whacks, they just kept coming. I collapsed, hanging there from my wrists…. limp.  Not. Done. Just. Yet.  Raymond picked me up and steadied me back onto my feet. More beating-my body was shaking and my mind was spinning.  The last hit was especially jarring and he hugged my body before I could collapse again. His body felt amazing pressed up against mine and it was so warm.  He turned me around to face him. My drenched hair was plastered over my face and I could barely open my eyes.  Then I felt something touch my lips.  Water…yes…. delicious. Raymond let me drink as much as I wanted and I was so grateful.  He unhooked the wrist restraints from door but left them on me. He steadied me as I walked across the room. So sweet, I thought…. but… then he commanded, “Face Down” and ***d my body onto his bed.  Wow, I thought…nicely done.
Then, he hooked the wrist restraints to something that was attached to his bed.  

 

The caning, oh my…. I had totally forgotten about the caning. I was slightly terrified of his canes. Earlier we had agreed to try it, because I was a little curious. I was very unsure of how much more I could take.  I felt a cold cane placed across my cheeks. Mmmmm. The anticipation was stimulating.  At first, the rhythmic tapping of the two canes was gentle and had sort of (momentarily) boosted my confidence. Okay-I can take this, I thought. I started  enjoying it getting into it, and every time my back would arch, he would call me a slut.  Yes, I loved it. Give me more…My confidence would not last very long.  WHacK! I saw stars and my feet immediately flew up towards my butt. Raymond wouldn’t allow it. He lowered my feet back down on the bed and got right back to  work. He only had to do that one more time and he made it very clear that he was in control and I was not.  Woosh, -whack, WhacK! I gasped for air and my body shuddered. He allowed me just enough time to catch my breath. I was grateful.

My whole body was uncontrollably convulsing by that point. With each beating, my ankles would swirl together. Whack, whack, WHACK…I wouldn’t dare kick my foot up again and so I would just carefully place my big toe on top of the heel of my other foot.  Searing ***… I winced and yelped in toe-curling *** that came from the last cane…I thought I might pass out. I gave in and became limp and Raymond knew I was  very close to my breaking point. Five more.  Yes sir.…five more.  Whack! WhacK …WHACK- WHACK- WHACK!!!  I couldn’t even breathe through them. I think I was drooling and then as soon as the beating ended, I felt Raymond climb on top of me. The weight of his body was comforting me. Feeling his erection press against me drove me almost insane.

It was quiet…. there was a stillness. I could hear the fan again.  Raymond laid next to me after he unhooked the wrist cuffs. He was the big spoon, I was the little spoon.  Softly, Raymond whispered, “Let your mind go where it wants. Let your body do what it wants.”  I rested there quietly and enjoyed the calmness of my mind, the heat of my skin, and having Raymond behind me.
We laid there cuddled together for some time. His hands would glide along my back, and up around my scalp and down my face. My fingertips would slide over his  arms, and in and out of his fingers and it felt wonderful. At one point his hand was touching my face and his thumb grazed my lip. He moved it away…barely, sort  of… then I sort of nudged it back towards my mouth.  Raymond traced my lips briefly before they parted. I put my lips around the tip of his thumb and he didn’t move it away. I began to suck on it gently and he gradually offered more of it to me. I was so grateful. It felt so good to do that… to be in that moment. It was very intimate.

There was a chemistry between us- we could have taken that moment further but we didn’t. I am quite sure that anything we could have experienced together would be have been spectacular. I left my panties on for that reason. The way in which that moment ended between us was blissfully perfect. Raymond is the best secret I’ve ever had.

 

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From my point of view:
From my point of view: breath with me, and she certainly doesn't realize all I’m doing to connect with her. Eyes mostly closed she’s already checking out.  “And now I’m going to ask you to kneel down for me….” She complies, and has her hands folded in front, looking and I believe feeling submissive. Compliant. Obedient.  I take a moment to imagine how she would look giving a blow job. I king of check out a bit just imagining that.  “submissive Faith, Kneel and Bow,” and she does so smoothly and beautifully. I put my shoe on the small of her back.  “Mine.” I hold it there a few seconds, making the point.  “submissive Faith….. On….. All….. Fours. Hold your head up proud, You’re mine.”  Lovely, I kept her skimpy thong on as she asked. I’d love to see her from behind, crawling for me, her cunt framed by her perfect, alluring ass.  But this time, I lead in front.  “Crawl. Follow me.”  When she arrives at the wall I man-handle her up. “UP!”

A few moments to connect and then I attach the suspension cuffs, make sure they are comfortable. She prefers them tight. Very good.  I turn her toward the door which as attachment points and secure her hands over her head with carabiners.  Escape, at least physically, is impossible.  I come from behind and put my head near hers, my mouth to her lips, “Faith, I’ll check in like this, and you don’t have to do anything unless you need to tell  me something. I’ll check in and see your complexion, notice your breathing, feel you, and you don’t have to do anything. Just let your mind do what your mind wants to to, let your body do what your body wants to do and you can let go just let go, just let go. That’s right, you’re doing fine….”

Turning on some background music, I stroke Faith’s back, I especially like the small of her back and her 2 sacrum dimples. Adorable dimples.  I d*** the soft string floggers down her back a few times, and begin rhythmic flogging.  She easily settles in, relaxes and lets it happen.  Some soft coos or almost moans now and then from her. Sometimes she takes in a little more breath, and then goes a bit limp.  Sometimes I flog her back, sometimes her ass, warming them up.  When I increase the intensity a bit, her head moves to the left a bit, mouth opens slightly more, subtle signs of going in deeper.  Over time I increase the rhythm for a minute or two. Sometimes stop and check in, change to leather, and later more severe leather. As the blows fall  harder  sometimes her toes curl or there are other foot movements. Often her back muscles tense, turn well defined as she absorbs some stiff, rhythmic blows. I stop for  a bit and prepare to change from rhythmic to something more sadistic. First, just enjoying her energy and how she’s checked out. Fondle her breast briefly.

 

Sometimes touch my lips to the nap of neck or cheek, just barely.  Then, after a pause, the heavy moose flogger hits her now warmed upper back.  Just like her ass, the result leaves rather dark red.  Making her wait, not knowing when and where a blow with fall. Her body gets more and more limp, she hangs on the suspension cuffs, some blows arch her back,  sometimes her shoulders roll forward and upper back tenses. Some surprise blows *** her breath to suck in quickly. A few hard ones in a row bring moans and I  suspect, arousal. No, I know, arousal. She’s that kind of girl.  Harder blows cause her body to twist, moving away from the impact. Toes curl and then the foot ankle straighten our. Sometimes she crosses ankles, a sign of dealing with more intense ***.  Sometimes, she puts the toe of one foot, just in contact with the heel of the other.

At one point I put my hand to her throat. Not choking but to say silently, “I’m in control. I can do as I like. You can just let go.”  I lean into some of the blows and I feel it’s getting close to as much as she can take. Checking in on her is a treat, to see and hear her deep breaths,  sometimes erratic, to feel her energy, slight reactions to my touch. I’m happy that she mostly is in her own head, where she needs to be.  Sometimes I figure 8 the heavy moose flogger in rhythmic strong blows. Overload.
Sometimes when I check in, my erection touches her ass or small of back.  She’s not the only one aroused  “I enjoy hitting pretty girls.”  Sometimes I’ll speak in rhythm to the beating, “I can do…Whatever I want, whenever I want, anyway I want!”  As I get more aggressive, her body often shakes. I don’t think she’s cold. Often her ass shakes on it own, no not shaking her booty, but convulsions. It’s  something that makes me go just a bit spacey as I say to myself, “I did that.”  Then the crying.  “You can let it out, you need this.”  Some heavy blows. Then allow the crying to come. More severe. “You will let it all out. This is beautiful. Cry, or I’ll beat it out of you.”  At one point she drops down, knees severely bent. Hanging. Close to as much as she will take today.  “I’m not finished with you.”  I pull her up and continue her beating.  And with one last blow, I put my arms around her and my body against her. 

 

After a bit I unfasten the carabiners from the door, and move her to the bed, suspension cuffs still on her wrists.  “Face, Down.” I hook the carabiners to the thoughtfully placed rope attached to the head of the bed.  Stroking her back, after a bit, I place the PVC can on her ass, letting her know what is about to happen to her.  For some time it’s rhythmic strokes, much like drumming her ass and thighs. Her butt sometimes rises with her arched back, more arousal. “Slut.”  Certainly, her ass is sore so what appears rather tame probably still hurts. Good.  I add a second, smaller PVC pipe. Eventually her feet rise a bit, sometimes ankles cross, sometimes her arms pulling at her restraints.  A bit of a break, and I place the first, thickest rattan cane on her ass.  “Whoosh Wack!”  Rattan leaves a distinctive mark, often a sort of double line. With the blow the skin snaps around the cane and bruises more along the sides of the bruised  line, less in the middle.  “Woosh Wack!”  At times her knees would bend and feet raised. I put them down twice, but she did that herself the rest of the time. Most resist putting them down. She  complies. Very good.  A thinner cane, “WHOOSH Wack!”  More and more marks, she marks beautifully. Toes curling, ankles crossing, sometimes her one big toe would just… touch the heel of her other.  Many many lines of cane bruises and at times her body rapidly convulses, and especially that fine ass. She’s a nice piece of ass.  The thinnest, nastiest cane.  “WHOOSH WACK!”  She isn’t going to last much longer. Some brief yells. Then. A harder hit, and her body goes still. As if she’s given up. I love that non-reaction. So close to  her limit. She takes more than most for the first go of the cane and I’m proud of her.  Five more.  “Whack WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!”  I climb on her and hold her.

After a while she stirs, “Shhhhhhhhhh,” to encourage her to just be in whatever head space she is in.  At some point we change positions and spoon. I often stroke her back, scratch her scalp and hold her. “Just let your mind do what your mind is going to do and you can let your body do what your body is going to do….”  I stroke her and soon our fingers are interlaced. Tentatively she moves her thumb a bit against mine. Eventually her other hand strokes my upper arm. My hand is  close to her face and at some point my thumb touches her full shapely lower lip. I move it away because all I can think of is kissing and blow jobs. I don’t  move the thumb too far away. She moves it back to her lip. Now and then I briefly stroke her mouth. And he pulls my thumb in.  Steadily she sucks it.  She’s good at sucking.  I know she would get on her knees and show her gratitude for our session. I know, I could do just about anything I want with her. She might feel guilty, but she  would enjoy it.  She’s that kind of girl.  I’m that kind of guy.  She didn't want her panties off and the thumb sucking was as far as it went.  And for the first time, more than enough.