BDSM Stress Relief
male sub bound and whipped

"Has it been a stressful week for you too? Because I am so stressed!"

My male sub hadn't even bothered to say hello when I picked up the phone. It told me volumes about just how frazzled he felt.

"It's been one of those weeks," I informed him, feeling the tension in my own neck and shoulders.

"Good! I'll come over and you can whip all the stress out of the both of us! I have some presents for you anyway." I was intrigued, and we quickly arranged the where and when.

He showed up at my door a few minutes before the appointed time, bearing gifts of a takeout pizza, cola, and his surprise in a large paper grocery bag. The surprise bag clinked and creaked, and he opened that as soon as I took the pizza from his other hand. Inside lay an assortment of black leather and stainless steel.

"I made these myself," he explained breathlessly, face flushed and eyes glowing with excitement and enthusiasm. He proceeded to lay out wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, shoe locks, gags, blindfolds, straps, snap hooks, and little clothespins with weights. "Since you really know how to use a whip, I figured you needed the proper bondage equipment too."

"Hmmm...I guess the pizza will just have to wait until we try some of these out." Before I was even done speaking, my subbie grabbed two eyehooks and a large screwdriver, then paused and asked permission to set them up in the basement. After giving him the go-ahead, I sat there musing over a submissive who was so eager to create his own torture dungeon. After he came back up, I told him not to bother dressing for the occasion but to go fetch my whips. I loved sending him to fetch the whips I would use on him. He returned with my purple suede flogger and my pink riding crop.

I instructed him to choose his bondage, and he immediately grabbed the heavy leather wrist cuffs, double snap hooks, the ball gag, and the blindfold. I followed him to the basement at a much more leisurely pace.

"Take your shirt off," I instructed, then asked, "Are you wearing underwear under your jeans?"

"No, Mistress." Not only had his tone changed as he slipped into sub head-space, but his posture did also as he half-bowed to me. I felt the thickness of the jeans, and decided they were thin enough to allow proper sensation. "Take all your stuff out of your back pockets." He immediately did so, then held his wrists out for me to cuff.

I buckled one heavy black leather cuff to his first wrist, noting with pleasure the beveled edges on both sides, and the overlap underneath where the buckle sat. Of course it fit his wrist perfectly, but there were also more holes for bigger or smaller wrists. I complimented the workmanship. He bowed his head once again, with a pleased smile at earning praise. I buckled the other cuff to his remaining wrist, then picked up a double ended snap and fastened it to the D-ring on the cuff and reached up to fasten it to the eyehook. Glancing down, I couldn't help but notice the excited bulge aready rising in the front of his jeans.

"I'm not even done tying you up," I murmured, amused. "Save some excitement for the whip too."

"i can't help it, Mistress." He danced around a little, unable to adjust his stiffening cock to a more comfortable position while I hooked his other arm to the eyehook in the rafter. I chuckled.

He had put the eyehooks in at the perfect depth. He wasn't on tiptoes, but had to stand perfectly erect with his arms forming a "Y." I put the blindfold over his eyes, taking care not to catch his long hair in the buckle. Next, the ball gag, a wonderfully colorful piece of black leather, stainless steel O-rings, buckles for perfect adjustment, and a cheerfully bright red rubber ball. Once again I had to compliment the workmanship on the handmade bondage toy.

The stage was set for a wonderful yet informal beating. My subbie stood there: bound to the ceiling, blindfolded, and gagged by the instruments of his own artwork in leather. I should have taken a picture, so perfectly beautiful was the tableau in front of me. Well, almost perfect...just one last touch.

Tucking the crop into my left hand, I hefted the purple sueded flogger with my right, getting a good grip and relaxing my wrist. The falls hissed as I took a few practice swings just out of range to get warmed up, then...hissss--THWAP! A beautiful shot, exactly on the right buttock. As he flinched, my sub let out an appreciative groan. I paused, letting him savor the sensation. I am, after all, a most polite and considerate whipper. That, and the pause keeps the blindfolded subbie guessing, especially when you vary the length of the pauses.

I took a few steps one direction then the other, knowing his keen hearing could detect my every movement. Swishing the tresses a bit, I took careful aim. Hissss-THWAP! Another dead-on strike, to the left ass cheek. This time he swiveled his hips around as he moaned in pleasure, wriggling his butt as much as he could in that posture. I waited a little less time before aiming again. Hiss-THWAK-THWAP! A precise hit that covered both cheeks, and the muffled cry of my subbie from behind the ball gag let me know he enjoyed my blows every bit as much as I did--if not more. He could no longer stand still. I warmed his ass up a bit more, varying the rhythm of my strokes. It is a challenge to hit a happily moving target! I aimed for the sweet spot where the thigh meets the buttock and once again elicited cries of delight.

Without warning, I changed things up, and lightly slapped his shoulders with the flogger. The initial jump told me of his surprise, and the quiver of the back muscles spoke of the pleasant sensations this evoked in him. The happy moan was merely a vocal reinforcement and encouragement to continue. I began to alternate between the ass cheeks, the sweet spots, and the sholders, bringing a lovely pink to his exposed skin. NOW the tableau before me was perfect.

As quietly as I could I switched the crop for the flogger, still swishing the falls to try to conceal what I was doing. Sss-POP! I went for the left cheek, now quite warm from the light flogging. he jumped, stood up straight, then relaxed into a languid gyration with a groan low in his throat. I took a second to privately gloat at my success, then aimed again. My subbie panted with anticpation. This time I did not keep him waiting too long. The crop hissed and popped again, and again, in three rapid snaps on the other cheek and both sweet spots. I heard him grunt, saw his whole body shudder, stiffen, then watched him relax as the sensation sunk from his fists to his toes.

"I didn't tell you to cum yet," I admonished with mocking sterness as I tapped his sholder with my crop. "I'll have to beat you again now, and very soon!" His head bobbed up and down furiously as he tried to agree with the ball gag in his mouth. "uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh oh 'eah oh 'eah!"

Chuckling as I began to unbuckle him, I innocently asked, "Now how about that pizza?"

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