Tails
The red glow of the electric fire waves with the growl of its fan. Turning, churning out its heat. The crimson light falls on the poised body, picking out its contours, the curves. Shadows arch down into the spine’s groove along the back. Face, half hidden in the darkness, lowered serenity.
He is on his knees where I placed him. Eyes lift up, pause a moment on my breasts and then meet my own gaze down to him. His expression seems to me to be torn between a playful plea, a daring look for me to ‘do my worst’ to him and that other of anxious anticipation. Hunger is in his eyes and that look fuels my confidence. It bubbles beneath my calm exterior, my pose is still in this moment, this snapshot, before the tumbled release down into the dark.
Flip to Heads
Change electric red glow to crisp winter’s daylight. I have returned from a busy day that had drawn me away from him.
He eyes up the sofa and his unusual shiftings in the seat beside me gain my attention. I notice and question him, wondering what he is plotting as it is ever clear that mischief is taking precedence in his mind right now. His voice rumbles a suggestion we try moving the cushions of the sofa to the floor beside the arm of the chair. Padding for my knees. A small plinth, a soft raised pedestal for which to have me kneel with my stomach over the arm of the sofa. We immediately try it out.
I am as ever impressed with his ingenuity as I put myself in place and raise my skirt over and above my legs to rest, gathered, on my hips.
Tails again
On his knees, he stretches to his full height that he can manage. Balance is an issue with him in the wooden wrist bar that tethers his hands behind his back at his waist, unable to reach out and cup my breasts. He finds his way by taste, his tongue tracing the underside of my soft flesh here. I lean forward slightly and he takes my nipple into his mouth. I smile and place a hand on the back of his head, stroking, smoothing his hair. Then I clasp and give a light tug and twist. With his head controlled by my hand, I bend down and turn his head so his ear is tickled by my mouth as I tell him to move onto all fours.
Revolve back to Heads
The creaking leather of the two piled-up seat cushions on the floor take a few moments to get used to, to find that comfortable angle with my knees slightly apart. Mister hooks his fingers into the waistband of my tights, slips the nylon down over my bottom, pulling my knickers down at the same time. He leaves them bunched around my knees. That clichéd image instantly. I settle myself in, placing my hands before me, resting my head on the back of them, feline-like. I need to make sure I have composed myself in body and mind before he can begin. Compliments flow from him about how I look, kneeling over the arm of the chair in this OTK By-Proxy. We are ready.
Return to Tails
I trail the soft-tailed flogger along his back and the tickles it brings forth make him wriggle and wag. Good boy. I have had to take him out of the wrist bar for now so he could easily get on the floor on his hands and knees but he is still blissfully submissive without the restraints with his head lowered and eyes heavy. He starts to purr at the strokes of this flogger and I see him noticeably drift and sway when I take the first swipe the ripple of movement as the slight shockwave presses his body forward.
Heads
With one hand resting on the arm of the sofa, the added leverage enhances the strike his palm has on my behind. He had started fully clothed but a moment’s breather as I let out a louder whimper had given him the opportunity to remove his shirt. I glance over my shoulder sweeping errant strands of hair away from my face with a heavy hand to look back at him. My face, flushed, beams at him in bliss and my eyes dart over to the cane lying in repose at the side of the room – we really should keep this place more tidy, but this moment I don’t care. I tell him to take the cane, returning my head forward and closing my eyes knowing the sting will bite me.
I yelp after the third round of swift strikes and a hand flies backwards to placate my reddened bottom. My flesh is heated, I can already feel the raised skin where the last swipe licked its signature into me. I rub my hand in circles and sink my fingers between my legs to feel the wetness he has brought forth in me. As I take my hand away, my wrist is lightly encircled by Mister’s fingers, held in place at my lower back, curled round in captivity. His body moves closer to mine and he kneels to the side of the cushions I am on, taking my moist finger into his mouth. He sucks loudly, exaggerating the noise almost comically.
Tails
I stand back and gaze at the marks I have made on him. Out of the rounded redness appear three distinctive lines. Two that cross one side to the other and a third to the left just at the top of his thigh where his leg meet his ass. I grin and watch his breathing return to normal after the last gasp and recoil. I don’t go further with anymore knowing his limits are lower than my own. Knowing that the wooden paddle just before had made him hiss with its slap. I sit myself down and place my hands on his hips, bringing my face down, feeling the warmth emanating from his skin and I kiss. I lick. I let my hair stroke over his bottom and trail up his back as I plant kisses up the way of his spine. My teeth delicately take hold of his earlobe, drawing it softly into my mouth and I suck warmly, my breath infusing itself into his hair.
Heads? Tails? Who won in the end?
The coin settles on its edge with us.
The roles reverse, the coin oscillates but the desire remains the same.
