Stick Man

Last night at the Lounge there was a man wandering around with thin sticks that were bound together at one end and splaying out into sweeping fans.

I was cuddling on a bed with two of my very favorite people and watching him wander around with sticks in hand.

I kneeled up on the bed and leaned towards him as he walked by.

"Excuse me, I don't think we have met before." I held out my hand and told him my name, he told me his and my hand was firmly gripped in his, the tiny bones of my hand cupped graciously in his much larger and stronger embrace.

I felt an all to familiar stirring.

"Can you use those sticks to beat breasts?" I boldly ask him. I am still kneeling on the bed over top of the girl I was snuggling with.

"Yes, would you like to try it."

I was off the bed in a flash and my feet were following the path he set out before us. He offered the gyno table as a place to conduct our impromptu scene. I grabbed my towel and hopped up as he grabbed his toy bag and set up beside me.

I sat up as we discussed limits, I consented to the sticks and him touching me and to him kissing me. I warned him that I laugh a lot and get rather maniacal. He understood and expressed that this was not beyond his experience.

I settled back and we began.

The sticks started off rather gently, their stattaco beats nearly lulling me with the steady tempo. I moaned gently and arched my back, delightful sensations as my breasts begin to swell and my nipples harden.

I was aroused when I began and soon I am dripping, glad the towel is beneath me. I had scened earlier and had my butt completely walloped by a very dear friend who loves beating on my ass. The welts were rubbing and my bum was extremely hot.

The strikes come harder now and I squirm and wiggle, sparkles of sub space drawing me in. I laugh as he hits me harder.

The sticks are now striking my tummy and my thighs, I close my legs, my fear of inner thigh torture winning out. He strikes the tops of my legs and the exhilaration of the scene hits me full force.

His strikes are on my tit flesh again and I am cast adrift, ecstasy is a wave crashing over me. I cum. My body tensing as I curl up around myself. Not in protection of the bits he is tormenting, but in my attempt to embrace and prolong the sweet rapture.

He sets them aside and is holding me, shushing me and kissing me. I kiss him back hard, eager, thirsty for more. He feels this desperation to continue in me and eases me back against the table.

Thicker bundles of sticks in his hands as his attacks on my tender, willing flesh continue.

I am squealing and laughing in long drawn out gasps. It is amazing to balance on this high pinnacle of pain and feel every cell of my body respond by converting it to pleasure. The endorphins flooding and cascading as I gasp and reel, senseless. He is biting at my neck and shoulders, the contrast between hard bites and the sharp slapping stings from his percussion tools, serves to set me into flight.

The white light has overtaken me and my body has become a beautiful instrument of joyous bliss.

He is rubbing cool rabbit fur over me gently, I am kissing his lips, my hand caressing the smooth skin of the back of his head and neck. Clinging to him as he holds me tight, I feel so frail in his strong embrace. I murmur my thanks to him as he gently brings me back to earth and sets me on my unsteady feet.

He is kind enough to escort me to a couch where I sit and chat, more than a bit dazzled, I have no idea how coherent I was. He brought me water and a handful of grapes which I gratefully accepted. We talk briefly about how we can get in touch and where we can be found.

Sweet surrender to a man bearing sticks. It is so awesome when I can let go and allow myself to experience bottoming to a new person and new experience.

What a great way to meet new friends!