Paradox Of The Lash

Paradox of the Lash

There are mornings I wake and feel the need. It may be immediate or happen after checking my favorite adults sites. Either way the desire is strong.

Naked, in front of a mirror or a camera, I will slowly draw my flogger across my cock and balls feeling the edges of the lashes against the sensitive skin. I may wrap the lashes around and pull slowly, again feeling the slight bite of leather against skin.

I will begin to stiffen from this activity and in anticipation of what is to come. Sometimes tasty precum will start to flow, begging to be tasted. I know it is time to begin.

Slipping my hand thru the strap a firm grip on the handle, tasing my arm to shoulder height and quickly striking down, the lashes will separate slightly on the downstroke so that when my cock and balls are hit they are struck firmly and completely. Again, coming across the top from left to right feeling the sharp pain. Again, harder. Again, quicker between strokes.

With each stroke of the flogger, my cock gets harder, the redness from the lashes along with the purple from its swelling. And the harder it gets the more the sharp stinging pain with each lash.

Then from underneath, catching my balls and the sensitive underside with each upward stroke.  Those strokes where the tips of the lashes, instead of the length strike are the most intense. I will wince, sometimes my knees buckle, tears may well up.

And I love it! Depending on the day and my tolerance, anywhere from 10 to 25 firmly applied lashes will be enough. Then a few across each breast and nipple as a reminder. What I enjoy as much as the  administration of the lashes is the lingering effect. The heat and sting will last, sometimes up to several hours, serving as reminder of what a slut I am becoming.

It hasn’t happened yet, but I wonder if I could flog myself to a complete orgasm? Bring myself to my knees with a strong and draining cum. Hmmm….