Disclosure: contains hypnotic language which may trance some people.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Tickling whip

The whip arrived.

Femdom whip
Waiting impatiently with her whip.

Her Subject was eager to have Athena to use it. Neither of us knew if we’d like it. But we had to wait. Dinner, bathing the children, music lessons, spelling, and readings needed to be done first. After the children were in bed, then laundry, dishes, and picking up children’s toys all around the house. We were lucky to have energy left by the end of the night. 

Femdom bdsm whip
Strip! On your knees!

Her Subject asked Athena for pictures for the blog, and she was happy to do it. She never read this blog, though both of us liked to review and critique the pictures. Athena will be forty soon. She giggled when she saw the pictures. Her Subject generally arranged background to be uncluttered, but he was too tired to rearrange furniture. On the right side of the picture was an indigo nursery rocking chair with an infant blanket draped over the armrest. No longer used for nursing, Athena would sit Her Subject in the chair if she wanted to hypnotize him deeply.

Athena would whip Her Subject without hypnosis first. She would gradually increase intensity until Her Subject called it stop. Athena didn’t want a complicated safe word system. She thought it would kill the mood. Her Subject was not under any constraints. "Safe words are silly. Just get up and walk away when you had enough. Or just say stop.” Athena said. First she lightly brushed the whip against Her Subject for a little tease. Then Athena gradually increased intensity. It was not before long Athena was hitting Her Subject with all her might that she was huffing and puffing. However, the whip was a big disappoint. It didn’t even leave a mark. Her Subject was sad. Feeling cheated.

Athena was coated with a thin layer of sweat from swinging the whip which made her skin shimmered a little bit. She retired and said “Lick me!” Her Subject was happy to obey. “Your butt bounced and jiggled when the whip hit you. It was very sexy.” Clearly Athena was turned on. As Her Subject was enjoying her scent, she lightly whipped his back. Whip! Keep licking! She enjoyed the power it symbolized. It tickled.

At least Athena liked to use it. We had fun taking some pictures too. Her Subject felt better that the whip was not a complete waste.

2 comments:

  1. "We were lucky to have energy left by the end of the night."

    Whenever I think that my wife and I have too many "real life" things stacked against our kink life, I remember you. And things like this. You two are an inspiration, and I love this blog.

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    1. An inspiration? We are humbled. Thank you.

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