He rode me like a horse. At first I wasn’t sure how keen I’d be on this idea, but like many others of his, it soon had me wet and begging for more.
I am into impact play. I love having a cherry red bottom by the time he drives into me. I’d played with paddles and slappers, textured gloves and canes. Then one day while a out I saw the crop and just had to buy it.
The moment I got it into my hands I giggled. The first image that springs to mind is always the Dominatrix and catsuits. I’m a submissive and into being bossed around, but I am not as into degradation play. I have a hard enough time loving myself sometimes, I don’t need to add fuel to that fire. With that in mind it’s probably not that surprising that I hadn’t added riding crops into my bag of tricks for impact play. It was, in my mind, a very short leap to degradation and a great temptation to anyone who got a crop in hand.
The night my lover and I brought the crop into play I was excited. All thoughts of what if long gone as my body tingled in impatience. We hadn’t seen each other in quite some time so our clothing slid to the floor in haste as we tried to devour each other. His fingers were cold as they slid across the soft skin of my hips and grazed their way to my neck.
He breathed his excitement in my ear. His fingers suddenly tightened around my throat and he spun me around, bending me over as the deft fingers of his other hand slid inside of me. The hand at my throat slid into my hair, insistently tugging my head back to receive his kiss. His fingers left me trembling and wet with want as he left me to grab something from the bed. I was so caught up in the feelings I had been longing for, that I couldn’t think why he would leave my body in such a state of bereavement; the crop. I had completely forgotten about this new treasure until suddenly I felt the supple leather of it gently caressing the length of me.
He brought the crop up between my parted thighs to tease my slick skin and I moaned. A quick flick and I felt a light sting on my waiting ass. His hand still held my head taunt on my neck as his other continued to flick and sting and tease with the crop. A particularly luck strike on the inside of my thigh had my nerves jumping to quick attention.
My impatience ran out quickly and I was begging in short order. He moved me onto the bed on all fours as he positioned himself behind me. He rubbed the crop down my body and told me I was a good girl. My moans became deeper as, after a sharp slap of the crop, he slid inside my waiting body.
He wrapped my hair in his fist as he rode me with increasing tempo, always delivering strikes with the crop at unexpected times. My body bucked, craving him deeper, harder, until there was nothing more than mindless release. My body soon tightened around his hardened length and my arms shook as I found my release. My lover was not proof against my body’s tightening and came soon after.
All doubts I had about the crop quickly dissipated after that first use and I couldn’t wait to continue using it with all of my other impact toys. Neither they crop, or my lover, failed to deliver on that steamy night.