0 comments/ 56205 views/ 16 favorites Flogging By: Joseki Ko Flogging The most important part of a flogger are the falls also called lashes, thongs, tresses, strands, etc. These falls are made of different materials, in different styles and with different ends or tips. Handle and knob designs are mostly a matter of personal taste as well as the maker's signature (especially in the knobs). But the falls make a very real difference in the sensation delivered by the flogger. When applied to your subject most Floggers most fall somewhere between being thuddy or stingy. A thuddy flogger delivers a deep, pounding sensation. Used moderately, it can feel something like a massage. Stingy floggers deliver a much sharper sensation. Some people say they feel two sensations, one when the flogger hits, and another a second or two later. Which flogger you will want to use will depend on the effect you're after, as well as personal preferences. Practically every aspect of the falls contributes to how stingy or thuddy a flogger will feel. Width: The wider the falls, the thuddier the sensation; thinner tails mean more sting. Number: Fewer falls equals more sting; more tails equals more thud. The typical flogger has about 15 to 25 falls. Points: Rounded and square-cut tips are the most gentle; pointed tips are stingy and forked points, doubly so. Length & Weight: The longer the falls, the heavier they are and the faster the tips will be traveling when they hit their target. Heavier generally translates to thuddier, while faster can mean stingy. The exact effect will depend on the other factors controlling sting versus thud. About 16 to 24 inches is an average length for flogger falls. Materials Besides the weight, width, length, and point cut, the fall's material matters most. There are a wide variety of leather and other materials available, and each provides a different sensation. Chamois: The same thing you use to dry your car, chamois is buttery soft and very light. It's rare to find a flogger made out of this stuff, and with good reason: chamois will provide almost no sensation at all! You'll get some noise, a very light skin-level sensation, and not much else. Plonge: A thin, lightweight, buttery soft cow hide, plonge has a shiny finish and a lush suede side. It is extremely gentle, although it can produce significant sting if used with force. Very few whip makers work in plonge. Deerskin: A light and velvety hide, deerskin is great for caressing the body, and makes an excellent "warm-up" whip. Lots of noise, but very little impact. Light Cowhide: Slightly stiffer and heavier than deerskin, light cowhide is used by some whip makers as an "in between" material. It generally has a light thuddy feel. Elk: Heavier than deerskin, Elk is still fairly soft and compressible. It delivers almost pure thud, but gently so: you can put a lot of force behind a blow without risk of hurting someone. Full Suede: A bit harder and stiffer than Elk. Mostly thuddy, but can sting a bit if the tips are flicked quickly. Many floggers are some sort of suede, and this is a very versatile and useful material for most players. Top-Grain Cowhide: These leathers are smooth on one side, creating less friction with the air and more sting on impact. Whip makers seem to generally steer clear of these, perhaps because of the "mismatched" look of the tails. Oil Tanned Leather: A soft, oily leather that tends to stretch...Mostly sting with a little thud. Moose: A dense and supple leather with a nice surface texture. Mostly thuddy, with some sting. Buffalo or Bison: A thick, dense, yet soft leather with a very distinctive and defined grain. Very thuddy, but can sting if used correctly. Bull hide: Heavier and less stretchy than buffalo, bull hide produces a lot of thud and some sting. Latigo: A very dense and tough cowhide, heavily tanned. Latigo produces intense sting with very little effort. Leather isn't the only material available for whip making. Some very interesting floggers have been made from non-traditional materials. Rope: Unwind or unweave a rope, add a handle, and you have an interesting and versatile flogger. Widely frayed ends result in a very gentle toy; knotted ends can be more severe. Horsehair: Horsehair floggers deliver the sensation of being scratched. This is one of the few floggers that grow less powerful as you make the fall thicker; more hair slows down the swing and reduces the impact. Rubber: Most people will caution you that rubber whips are very severe. But it depends on the type and cut of rubber. The cardinal rule for rubber floggers is, "When in doubt, try it out." Chain: Fine metal chain, or the ball chain used to turn on ceiling fans, is sometimes used to make floggers. Very intense, these should be used with great caution. Since they're made of metal and hold temperature well, they're more popular for dragging over the skin after being stored in a freezer than for actual floggings. Posture/Stance The bottom can be positioned in various positions depending on the part of body to be flogged. Back or front to the top as they request, demand or negotiate. This ranges from standing, lying down, bent over, suspension hanging, kneeling, etc. Keep in mind that each posture can create a change in the way you can use a flogger on them. There are many possible postures for the top, and you'll have to experiment to find one that's comfortable for you. Most important thing is that you strike as accurately as possible. The most common stance for flogging is a modified fencing stance or a martial arts "ready" stance. The legs are separated with the front of the body pointing to one side. The foot nearer to the bottom points toward the bottom, and the rear foot points to the side. The knees should be slightly bent, to facilitate easily crouching lower (to ease lower strikes) and side-to-side motion (to ease the use of different angles of impact). The ideal stance is a flexible one, as the top may want to move quickly from one position to another as the different strokes require. Good floggings often remind one of a dance. Gripping the Flogger. Hold the flogger in your strong hand. Your grip should be firm but your wrist and arm must not be rigid, as a fluid motion assists in accuracy and control. Think of it as holding on to a small bird firm but not crushing. Experiment with the flogger to see where on the handle to grip. Holding the handle near the end will allow for more forceful blows, but may be more difficult to control for beginners. The flogger should feel well balanced, and it should swing with a minimum of effort. Good balance is one of the differences between a cheap flogger and a good flogger. Fall of tails To determine the fall of your tails lightly swing your flogger in an underhand fashion straight out in front of you (palm down), and move forward or backwards until you see the tips just brush your target. This is the outside of your swing. You should extend your arm fully at this time to reach your target without leaning at all. Now...lean forward a bit until you can see the lashes fall a little flatter in the middle of your target. This is the inside of your swing. Any closer and you risk wrapping the tails around the side of your subjects’ body, which is very painful. Brushing with the tip can cause a stingier/softer effect depending on the type of flogger used and the force behind the throw. When the lashes fall a little flatter it causes more contact and will produce more of a thuddy feeling. Flogging Techniques/Tips Don't try and do all the work or fight against the flogger. Simplify the motion of the stroke as much as possible. Use the weight of momentum and the leverage of the arm/flogger combination as much as possible. In other words let the whip do the work. You can also lean forwards and backwards during the course of a stroke to put your weight into the stroke or to take some of it out. If the falls of your flogger tend to splay out too much on impact you can slightly twist your hand halfway through the stroke to help bring the tails into line with each other. For a lighter stroke, you can slow the speed of the flogger as it reaches the top of its arc, and let the tails fall gently on the bottom. Generally, the more directly the tips strike the bottom, the thuddier the sensation is. When the tips of the flogger’s falls brush against the bottom, and do so quickly, the sensation is often stingier. The tips of the flogger, as they strike, convey the greatest force of the stroke. Thus, when one is flogging heavily, it is helpful to strike in such a way that the tips land first, this will also help avoid wrapping, which occurs when the middle of the tails strikes a good area, but the tips (which land later) wrap around to strike over the shoulder, around the torso, etc. This is generally considered Bad form. Also the tips speed up and wrapping can leave very interesting marks with a lighter flogger. It's difficult to judge what strokes and floggers to use on a bottom at a particular time if you don't know the bottom very well or if you’re just starting out in flogging. The key is to ensure proper communication beforehand, and proper feedback verbal and non-verbal during the flogging (hence you might not want to use a gag when starting out or with someone new). But as with most things BDSM related. GO SLOW. Flogging Strokes One basic stroke is the Overhand Stroke. It consists of striking overhand, with the palm toward the bottom. Throw the flogger back over the shoulder of the arm your holding the flogger in (be sure to grip the handle, don't want a flogger flying off behind you somewhere). Holding your elbow higher at this point can help increase the arc and speed of the flogger but isn't necessary. Now throw the flogger forward in an arcing motion by straightening your arm at the elbow and allowing the weight of the flogger to carry it down. This is a great motion to use to allow the tails to gently splay across the body. But if you increase the speed of your arm it can become a very powerful stroke. Another basic stroke is the forehand stroke. It's much like using a golf club. It consists of a side armed stoke with the palm toward the bottom. Starting with holding your arm out to the side and bring your arm across the front of your body. This naturally leads in to the next basic stroke. The backhand stroke. This can consist of an overhand backhand stroke or a straight backhand stroke. The overhand backhand stroke consists of striking overhand with the palm towards you. With the flogger over the shoulder of the opposite arm your holding the flogger in. Throw the flogger forward in an arcing motion by straightening your arm at the elbow and allowing the weight of the flogger to carry it down. Keeping the elbow high will help increase the arc and speed of the flogger but personal preference should prevail. The straight backhand stroke is very similar but instead of starting with the flogger over the opposite shoulder it merely starts out across the opposite side of the body your holding the flogger in. With the palm towards you straighten your elbow in the direction of your target and allow the tails to come around to the other side. The underhand forehand and underhand backhand strokes are merely a variation of the forehand and backhand strokes. By starting with the flogger handle pointing down to begin with and bringing it up. These strokes take more skill and strength than those above and can require lots of practice to get them right. The punching or flicking stroke, which may be overhand or backhand, but includes flipping the wrist to provide more of a sensation of the tails going straight into their target, rather than striking them obliquely. This is commonly perceived as thuddier than other strokes, and is valuable for providing a different sensation, as well as allowing strokes in body areas (especially lower ones) that might otherwise be difficult to strike. It is often easier to learn the punching stroke if you use your non-flogging hand as a guide for the flogger tails as they begin their motion. The figure eight stroke is a combination of strokes on each pass. Forehand and backhand, overhand and overhand backhand, etc. You'll find it works your muscles more evenly and is a bit easier for longer flogging sessions...plus it has a certain fluidity and flair to it. Start with a normal forehand stroke. As you come down towards your target, however, don't go straight down; instead, cross in front of yourself. Rather than bringing your flogger down along your right side, bring it down to your left (for the right handed person). Now swing up on the left and cross back; you'll find your palm naturally turns for a backhand shot. Swing down and back to the right, then repeat the eight. This one will probably feel awkward at first. One key is not to travel back as far as you do for a forehand or backhand swing alone. Just let the flogger follow a gentle figure eight in front of you. With practice you'll find you can hit the same spot with the same intensity on both the forehand and backhand strokes. As you're practicing the various strokes, keep an eye on the target and what's happening to it. Are you seeing marks that extend from the center around the edges, a clear sign of wrapped falls? Be careful to watch how your falls land and adjust accordingly. While not exactly a stroke spinning or pin wheeling a flogger can provide a gentle breeze, a fast caressing touch, or a barrage of stings. The technique is simple: hold the flogger's handle firmly, and whirl the tails around in a tight circle using your wrist. At first you might find it easier to get the tails spinning, and then move them into contact with your target. The line stroke is also a combination of strokes on each pass. Forehand to backhand (a side to side motion), and overhand to underhand (a up and down motion). In both, the stroke merely moves in a straight line from one stroke to the other. The biggest concern here is just be careful and start out slowly. Flogging Molly I'd planned on Monday being a quiet night. I needed some time to recuperate and let my bruises heal. But when Bruce texted me wanting to get together, it seemed like a good idea so I said yes. I hadn't really been planning on seeing him again. He was short and talked a bit much for me, but he was relatively well endowed and not as sadistic as some of my other beaus. We spent the day texting, working each other up. He told me he'd bought a couple surprises and I was excited. I got off work and hurried home. I got out the shower to a barrage of texts with very specific instructions. I was to braid my hair, I was to be sitting in the middle of the room Japanese style in only panties. I was not to look at him, not speak unless spoken to and address him as sifu. I was excited for the game and got into position. He walked in and I was sitting, head down. All I could see were his boots as he walked past me and lay a bag on the bed. There was a brief conversation, my answer to almost everything being "Yes, sifu." I didn't dare look up when I felt a soft silky caress on my back. I figured out it was a Japanese silk rope flogger. He ran it all over my body, and I thought there was no way it could hurt. After a couple minutes he told me to on my hands and knees. I had my head bowed as I felt him spread my pussy lips, then cold hard steel being pushed inside me. I pretty quickly figured out they were Ben Wah balls. I was ordered to keep them in. Again, I felt the softness of the rope. Across my back, down my ass, across my nipples it tickled. I knew he was a bit hesitant, so I was moaning softly. Then snap, the first hit wasn't hard. But more came, across my back, the ends flicking the sides of my breasts. It was all impact and no sting. I think I'd found my favorite implement. He kicked my legs apart and brought the flogger between them hard. The soft flesh between my legs radiated with pain and I let out quite a scream. His favorite was to snap me with the ends of it, almost reminiscent of being snapped with a wet towel in the locker room. Every so often he'd ask me if I was enjoying the pain and I'd be required to answer with nothing more than "yes, sifu." I suppose he decided not enough of my body was exposed in this position. He had me stand up and he bound my wrists to my conveniently placed ceiling hooked. My face flushed with shame as I felt the forgotten balls fall out of my cunt. He must think me such a used slut. He didn't say anything, just continued positioning me. He found a sash of mine and covered my eyes. I was ready for more flogging when I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple. He found a particularly sadistic set of clover clamps. I whimpered, but could not speak. My nipples were still sore from all my previous play and I did not want this. The other one went on and I had to bite my lip. I needed a hard flogging just to detract from this wretched device. Now the words came that I'd been fearing. Was I so weak that I couldn't even keep some balls inside me? Well since my cunt couldn't perform a simple task, it was going to be punished. He ordered me to spread my legs and lean forward a bit. My bound arms provided some leeway and I obliged. The ends of that toy could be quite cruel and the found my pussy lips quickly, biting at the tenderness. He split my pussy and brought the rope back slightly damp. He took note of this and put two fingers in my cunt just to tease, then had me clean them off. He now has access to every inch of my body and didn't miss a single one. Nowhere was safe from the biting caress of the flogger. When it hit my clamped nipples, I screamed and whined pitifully. I felt him unbinding my hands and I prayed my torment was over. He ordered me to my knees with my mouth open. I complied obediently and was rewarded with his hard cock being thrust down my throat. He pushed it all the way down and held me until I gagged. Again and again this pattern continued. Finally I was allowed to demonstrate my oral skills. I sucked him deep and hard, wanting to prove that I did not need assistance. I must have done a good job, he was moaning slightly. I could taste his precum, the salty goodness was the best thing I'd tasted that day. He pulled out and posed a question. "Do you want more pain or more cock?" I desperately wanted more cock, but the clamps were becoming unbearable. I told him most respectfully that if he took the clamps off, he could flog me as hard as he desired. He deemed this a fair compromise. The only thing more painful than wearing nipple clamps, is taking them off. He released the first rather roughly and I screamed. I was quivering, bracing for the second. It was not much better but at least I was free. Flogging: My First Time Two words: flogging, giggity. I've been mildly curious about the activity for some time. I've seen it in film and read it in books with varying degrees of either violence or seduction. My only personal experience with the theme would be bottom slaps, and to my chagrin most of my partners tend to hold back. That, and once when I was a young woman of 22. I had attended this after-hours party in a mansion with a turret. At the top of a long spiral staircase there was this circular room with a panoramic view of the city. it was lined with cushions and draped fabrics... a bit of a Moroccan theme. The older gentleman (going to guess he was late 30s / mid 40s) who had offered to give me a tour started to turn his attention towards me... he was handsome enough for an "old guy" so I acquiesced. I found myself on all fours, my ass bare and him petting and praising me, then all of a sudden - WHACK! Out of nowhere he had pulled this black leather flogger. I had no warning and he was not gentle. Huh. Even as a young woman I was strong enough to be un-phased by bad situations like that. I always knew that I was the one in control. I give enough of myself, I don't let men take from me. He should have asked first. I got up, tugged down my skirt and walked out. Early this past April was the first time I had seen Mr. Prince perform. It was the same night that I had done body painting with Ms. PartnerInCrime so there was definitely more of a kink-playfulness in the air that night. I remember sitting back on one of the couches while my friends made out next to me. As I watched one after another, after another, women got up and spread themselves on the big wooden cross. Each woman was treated to a slightly different approach: Some women were spanked or paddled or caned - whatever her pleasure. Some were gently stroked while others got a solid CRACK of the whip, the sound resonating through the crowd with a chorus of oos and ahs. "You should have a go," Ms. PartnerInCrime suggested because I was obviously interested. "No marks," I excused, not ready to put myself into that position just yet. Mr. Prince over heard me. "I can go light and leave no marks," he assured me. And I was tempted - ever so tempted. Over the next few weeks we said "Hi" in passing a couple times at the club, always just missing each other or finding ourselves otherwise engaged. A Friday night at the club... It was just turning midnight when a young man tried to engage me. I was making politely disinterested conversation when Mr. Prince walked by. To get his attention I reached out and stroked his arm from shoulder to elbow, not an overly personal caress but obvious enough that It could not be mistaken for a casual bump in the crowd. He turned and when he recognized me, flashed a big grin. "Hey. Hopefully I'll see you in the back... tonight." I do so love the nuances of communication. That almost imperceivable pause said so much. It wasn't just a "maybe we'll run into each other" statement. In that one nanosecond he told me so much: 1.) he would be performing tonight - yay! 2.) he'd been anticipating having a go at me too 3.) it wasn't a simple invite... it was a direction. I should get my ass back there and get ready - - - - - - - - - I opted to wear a pair of knee high sporty socks, black bra and thong. I kept my towel tucked around my waist as I sat and chatted with the other spectators that were there to watch Mr. Prince in action. I was not the first woman up. A very tall, very thin but still very sexy woman stepped up first. She was treated to some light flogging and a couple surprise bottom slaps. It was obvious that they were friends and that there was some clowning around. It really helped to set the mood - this was playtime, nothing scary or sinister. The room began to fill quickly as news of the show began to spread. I don't know why but I liked that. Lots of people would be present for my first flogging. I was up next. Leaving the security of my towel behind, I stepped up onto the base of the cross, shuffled my feet apart (but not too wide) and leaned into the wood. Rather than reach up the length of the wooden beams like I've seen other women do, I laced my fingers in front of my face and braced my elbows on either side just above my shoulders. Mr. Prince came around in front of me and spoke softly. "I'm going to start easy and gradually build. I'll stop occasionally and ask what level you are at, 1 through 10." "Ok," I nodded. I kind of remember some one saying something silly in an over the top showman's voice, " And now, for your viewing pleasure, please welcome to the stage for the first time... " the crowd chuckled. Mr. Prince started soft. Left, right, left, right... I was just being caressed by the leather tassels. It was nice. I relaxed. Rhythmic strokes landed on my upper rump. He paused to stroke my skin. Round 2 was slightly stronger but not by much. One woman called out, "common! You're being too gentle. That's not like you!" "Well, it is her first time so we'll get there eventually." Round 3 was definitely firmer but not hard. However, my skin was warming up from the repeated strokes. I noticed that the flogger had a bit more of an edge, the tips taking a little nip before sliding across my flesh. It made my toes flex. I mentioned that it definitely felt sharper on the right side. "That tends to happen. My right is the dominant hand," said Mr. Prince. He used a soft chamois to sooth my skin. That was a very nice touch - I'm going to have to get me one of those. After the chamois, he used his hand - dragging his fingernails lightly over my skin and treating me to a few light bottom slaps. His hand did brush my lady parts cradled in the thong. When I had first watched him at work a couple months ago I had watched him offer couple of the women some more intimate personal massage. I wasn't sure if it was part of the whole package or if those women were more familiar to him. I think it might be more likely that he simply reads the responsiveness of women from one to the next. He was on my right, caressing my rump when he asked me what level I was at. "6?" I guessed. My inner goddess (to steal a term from well known author, E. L. James) was squealing "no! It's only a 4, maybe a 5... I want more!" My inner goddess is a silly, gluttonous bitch. Round 4 started gently again and there was another comment about his going too easy on me. "I'm building up to it," he said. I glanced over my shoulder and made a wise crack, "he certainly doesn't accelerate at the same rate as a mechanical bull." It was a vague reference but he got it because the next bit was more brisk and included some rhythmic swish, swish, swish of the flog as it flicked over my ass and up my back. I relaxed into it enjoying the massage. When Mr. Prince paused to engage the crowd again I joked, "it's always been a bit of a fantasy of mine to go through a car wash." He chuckled, "I know, right?" Before round 5 began he came around in front of me again and asked softly, "how are you? Are you comfortable with... everything so far?" There was that pause again. "Yes, I am," I permitted. He brought a couple more toys into play. A paddle - that was fun, a lot like a bottom slap but focused and firm. I felt my flesh ripple. He also had with him an electric fly swatter. It made me nervous. I didn't relish the thought of electric shock but I braced myself for it anyway. There was some showmanship as he got the crowd into it, a bit of lead up before the first tap... ZAP! I jumped and my toes curled in response. Then I laughed. My heightened awareness with anticipation of pain had me on edge, but the reality was something else entirely. The electric swatter has all the impact of being tapped with the eraser end of a pencil. The sparks are all for show. Mr. Prince picked up the flogger again. He was being a lot more firm with it and the disproportionate strength of the bites on my right side as compared to the left were starting to become more apparent. My toes flexed and curled in response to the sting. I chuckled occasionally at my silliness and because that's one of my pain responses. He was more hands-on about soothing my skin after, petting my ass and tracing my back before sliding his hand between my legs with more purpose. I couldn't tell weather he was watching the audience or myself, as this was still part of the act. He moved my panty aside, sliding his hand along my labia, parting them and then pressing a finger inside of me. I started to bear down on him but quickly realized that I was too close to an orgasm. There was no guarantee that it would happen but I was not taking the chance of squirting right there in front of everyone - not in this location. I clamped down on his finger instead, squeezing as he briskly, briefly finger-fucked me. He moved my thong back into place and patted me on the ass as if to say, 'You're all done. Next.' But I wasn't. "Before I go, can I get a couple of really good smacks?" He chuckled, "hand of paddle?" "Mmmmm, your choice. But lower down, here," I indicated the fleshier curve of my bottom. I relaxed into the cross and arched my back slightly to tip my bottom out. Mr. Prince opted for the paddle. Standing on my right, he tapped my ass a couple times with the paddle then WHACK! I giggled and swayed. He moved to my left and just to be cute he took a couple baseball style practice swings. WHACK! Only harder. My knees buckled against the wood and I laughed outright. Why does something so clearly violent feel so damn good? I hopped down so someone else could have a go. I reached back to touch my ass and was surprised. Oh my! It was hot! I imagine it was flaming red. I wrapped my towel around my waist again and rubbed it back and forth to sooth my skin. "Thank you," I said. I don't recall what he said after that. I did spend a bit more time watching another woman enjoying his attention while chatting with a couple on one of the couches. It wasn't long before an acquaintance found me and invited me to come play. I was ready. I was on fire in more ways than one. For a moment I did feel a little guilty as I recalled a conversation that I'd had with Mr. Prince in anticipation of this encounter. He'd said one of the things about being the 'resident flogger' that he didn't like was how he put so much effort into revving women up only for them to head off to finish the night with someone else. But I knew he had his hands full. - - - - - - - - - At the end of the night Mr. Prince made a point of finding me to say... good night. Mmmmm... more to come I'm sure. So much for no marks (hehehe). Flogging the Wife At 35 I had been successful in life, in most areas of my life at least. I owned a successful business; I had money, good friends, two fantastic children and a big old house in private grounds. The one area of my life that needed work was my wife Lisa. For the last five years she has been getting more depressing to be around. My previously peppy little wife became a fat cynical bitch, our family life became a bit of a war zone and our sex life became almost nonexistent. My sister, Sally, had a similar disappointment in her marriage; her husband just couldn't compete with her. Sally always had a high sex drive and a very active and varied sex life before she got married. She is a very attractive woman and in very good shape, she takes great pride in her appearance and loves to dress to show it off. When her marriage finally failed she brought her family back to our home town to come and live with us. Our house was big enough to house all seven of us comfortably and I felt it would help Lisa with the work load and ease the pressure on our kids. Sally and I were always close and having her staying with us was a help in a lot of ways. She had trained as an art teacher and loved kids, she was hard working but pretty relaxed and the children just loved her breezy nature. The house became a friendly home again, even Lisa put on a good face for a while. After the first ten days she reverted to type, though, and steadily got even worse. Sally and I had several heart to heart chats about the problem deep into the night. One night I was working late in my study when Sally returned home from an evening out. She had been complaining for the past six weeks about her lack of sex life and was hoping to end up in bed with the guy that night. I was surprised to see her; I couldn't imagine a sane single man not trying to bed her looking the way she did. She flopped down on the couch and sat and chatted with me. I poured us both some Jim Beam and we sat and put our worlds to rights for an hour. She looked drop-dead gorgeous and my eyes kept wondering down the length of her beautiful body, dressed in a black corset style top that showed off her ample breasts and black mini skirt, stockings and heels that made the best of her legs too. She was truly a vision and I was struggling to keep my mind on track. We kept coming back to my problem, now our problem: my depressed cynical wife. Sally's suggestions started to become more bizarre and funny as she drank more and I played along as I got drunk too, creating and laughing about all kinds of weird scenarios from giving her a horse whipping to tying her to the railway tracks. Three refills of our glasses and hour later, Sally jumped up. "Let's go and have some fun with The Sourpuss!" "Whoa!" I said, seeing her pick up an old riding crop that sat in an umbrella stand near the door. "What are you going to do with that?" "Just a prop! You really have no sense of theatre!" And with that she picked up the dogs choker chain and an old photo off the wall and headed for the door of the den. I followed along, bottle in hand, admiring the curve of her ass, wishing she wasn't my sister. At the door she turned suddenly. "I do appreciate your roaming eyes by the way, don't ever stop it." She said with a dirty grin. "You have always been my favorite admirer." She stood on tiptoe and kissed me softly on the nose. "Always happy to oblige." I said with a nod and a wave of the bottle. We went into the den, closing and locking the big oak door behind us, and stood in front of the TV. Slumped in an easy chair was Lisa in an ill-fitting shabby nightdress. She was out cold, an empty wine glass and bottle on the side table. The TV still played. Sally switched it off. Lisa didn't move. Sally coughed. Lisa still didn't move. I joined in with the fun and dropped an ice cube from my drink down her cleavage. That did the trick. "Wakey, Wakey." Said Sally with a cheeky grin. Lisa looked surprised and shocked but couldn't get any words out. She tried to extract the ice from her cleavage but was fumbling terribly. Sally reached out, grabbing the lacy scooped neckline of her night dress, and tore it violently away. A huge strip of material came away in her hand and sally reached forward and pulled out what was left of the rapidly melting ice cube. She popped it into Lisa's open mouth. "Fuck!, You are huge!" Sally said in disgust. "You look like Jabba the Hutt wallowing in your chair." Lisa tried to push her away but Sally grabbed her hands and slipped the loop of the chain over them. "Hold that!" She said, handing me the chain. I grabbed it, managing to look ferocious, although I'm not as good an actor as Sally. "Cry out and I'll punish you so hard you will have marks for a month. This is wake up time." Sally grinned menacingly at Lisa, flicking her flabby tits gently with the crop. "For six weeks I've been sympathetically sitting by while I watch you wallowing in self pity. For fucks sake, Jamie has put up with it in increasing degrees for five years! Time to step up or get out! We're going to help you with the 'step up' option, so that you won't have to face the 'get out' one. Why? Because, deep, deep inside your fat ass is this little cutie who melted my big bothers heart and made me not just a little bi-curious!" Sally held the photo in front of Lisa's face. It was one that Lisa had given me when we were engaged; she was lying by a pool in a bikini looking very fresh and sexy. She opened her mouth to speak. "Not now, sweetie. No need for excuses. We just want to see some change in attitude." Sally said tapping Lisa's lips with the crop. "See, now we have the first lesson. It is called showing your husband appreciation for all he provides for you. Otherwise known as Blowjob 101." Behind Lisa's head, a little uncertain of whether I agreed with this approach, I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor, my cock had been half hard all evening with my beautiful sister to gawk at but now with her doing the Domme thing and a blowjob on the horizon, I soon became hard. It was a bit tricky with one hand while I tried to control Lisa with the other. Sally tore another piece off the nightdress leaving her naked at least at the front. I managed to get my cock out and then grabbed Lisa's head with my free hand. She didn't take much coercing. She didn't like giving blowjobs but she did unwillingly from time to time. Her style wasn't ever great and being forced to do it, she was worse. I held her head until she got into a rhythm but it was a lousy one. I handed the chain to Sally who grinned wide when I took hold of Lisa's head with both hands and began to fuck her face. I got all the way in a few times, which was a huge turn on, feeling her throat gag on my cock. Then I let her loose to try by herself again. She tried harder this time, her hot little mouth working away on my cock did feel good but I was still a long way from cumming. Sally messed around, not wanting to be out of the action, stroking the crop across Lisa's big tits and tapping the nipples, then tearing the last remnants of the nightdress off and in the process freeing Lisa's arms. Lisa lifted her head from my cock, gasping for breath, her jaw obviously aching from the unexpected workout. Sally groaned. "Well you show promise; there aren't many girls who could take that big of a cock all the way! Not very impressive, though! That has to be one of the weakest blowjobs I've ever witnessed. He's not even as hard now as when you started!" Embarrassed, Lisa looked down. "Well, the least you could do is apologize!" Sally snapped. "Come on! Apologize to Jamie for that crappy blow job!" Lisa looked like she didn't know what to do, she might fight back, she might apologize, but she did neither. "You ungrateful bitch!" Sally barked. Lisa opened her mouth to reply but was caught completely off guard by Sal who shoved the side of her hand into Lisa's mouth and then struck down hard with the riding crop. The crop came down in a vicious arc, ending in a stinging blow on Lisa's thigh. Lisa jerked furiously but Sal kept her hand in her mouth for a few moments. "That is what punishment feels like!" She purred into Lisa's ear. "Welcome to your new life. If you disobey either of us again you will be punished again. Two strokes next time." There were tears streaming down Lisa's face. The shame and pain were written all over her. A large welt grew on her thigh. This had to be one of the horniest things I had ever witnessed: My very sexily dressed sister totally dominating my naked wife. "Now let's see if you can do any better with the fairer sex. Come over here and lick my pussy." She slipped the choker over Lisa's head and backed up. She stood in front the sofa, tugging on the leash. Lisa, defiantly, and in a bit of a panic, didn't move. Quick as a flash, Sally cracked the crop down on Lisa's other thigh, twice. The strokes were harder this time; I could see Sally pour some effort into them. Lisa squealed. Fuck! This was getting me hard. Sally tugged the leash again. This time, Lisa responded to the tug. She turned and rose. "No need to get up. You can crawl this short distance. Crawl to me and take my skirt off." Now, this was most definitely the horniest thing I had ever seen. Naked, on a leash, my wife crawled to her fully dressed mistress. Then uncertain whether Sally was serious, she hesitated. She watched mesmerized as Sally slowly slipped down her own black and red lace panties, wad them up and shove them into her mouth. "Delayed obedience is disobedience!" Sally crowed. "Three!" She leaned over my slow wife and swung, and three raw red welts grew quickly on the rounded soft white flesh of my wife's ass. Lisa's cries where muffled by the makeshift gag. Her body reeled with the sudden pain. Lisa spat out the gag. "Please!" She wailed. "Please don't do this!" "Speak again and it will be four! Now do as you are told!" Sally ordered, seemingly indifferent to Lisa's pleading. Lisa stared up at her new mistress, unbelieving, but then seeing the crop twitch in Sally's hand she darted into action. Kneeling before Sally, she unzipped and dropped the pretty black suede mini skirt to the floor allowing Sally to step out of it. Sally towered above her in high heels and stockings and a basque, perfect hair and sexy makeup, her almost perfectly shaved pussy framed nicely by the straps holding up the stockings. She was an amazing sight: the perfect dominatrix. "Make this good sweetheart and all may be forgiven." Sally purred. Then she reclined, with her legs spread, guiding Lisa to her pussy with a tug on the leash and a hand behind her head. Lisa seemed to offer no resistance. Sally smiled as Lisa's head bent forward. I just had a glimpse of her tongue lapping before she buried her face in Sally's crotch. Sally moaned a deep groan of satisfaction. She guided Lisa's head a little, and then gave a little gasp. "OH! fuck!" She moaned, her eyes making contact with mine. "This is going to be good." I watched her writhe with increasing passion under Lisa's ministrations. Her eyes closed and she began to moan and give directions and encouragement. Her hips were moving over Lisa's face and she was beginning to gasp. She held Lisa firmly to her as she rode her face in pleasure. The whole scene was incredibly erotic; Sally looked so fabulously sexy, so absorbed in the moment, her face a torment of need and desire. I watched; consumed by the sight in front of me, my cock in my hand, rock hard. Sally's eyes opened and looked at me as she began to groan in orgasm. She took me in with lust filled greedy eyes. "Fuck her!" She hissed "Let me see you fuck her!" I stood and walked towards her big fat upturned ass. My cock was rock hard and I ran it up and down the crease of her ass before using it to spread her pussy lips before slipping it back up the crease for Sally to see. Making a show of it for Sally. "Yeah! Baby. In her ass!" Sally hissed in wild lust. "Fuck her fat ass for me. Fuck her stinky asshole so I can watch!" I pulled back, a smug grin on my face. It had been an awfully long time since my cock had been in my wife's ass. There was butter on the side table that she'd been eating with something. I greased my cock with some of it and smeared some more around her puckered little hole. Then I leaned forward again, pressed my cock against it and pushed. I heard Lisa whimper into Sally's crotch, but a few years ago she used to enjoy a bit of anal. I just held her ass tight and kept up a steady pressure; there was plenty of grease to ease my way in. I slid in slow and deep, up to the hilt. It felt amazing, hot and tight and so fucking nasty. I looked at Sally all the way in. She started cumming watching me push and was gasping and panting wildly in orgasm, pulling at Lisa's hair, out of control by the time I was buried deep. "Oh yeah, Fuck her ass! Fuck her fat ass! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssss, yesssssssssss yessssssssss!" She grabbed Lisa with renewed heat. "Don't stop licking me until he cums inside you, bitch!" She panted. I pulled out partway then sank back in, the friction felt great. My sister's dirty eyes on me felt pretty good too. I started a rhythm going fucking her in long deep strokes. Holding her tight by the hips I pushed in deep, time and time again, as deep as I could, pulling out until the tip of my cock was barely inside. I felt the muscles of her sphincter grab at me every time I pushed through their gates. Lisa started to grind back onto me. Sally noticed and panted. "You like this don't you, bitch?" I heard Lisa's muffled groan, then joined in. "You like my cock in your ass? You like it in deep like this? You like being fucked on your knees?" Each time I drove in with a stroke deep and hard, each time she bucked back to meet me. I slapped her big white ass hard each time, peppering it with big red hand prints. I started fucking her faster and faster. Losing all self control, gripping her flabby love handles and pounding my cock into her over and over. Sally's eyes widened and she began to moan again, rocking against Lisa's face. Lisa slipped one hand down between her legs. "Yes. Touch yourself bitch!" Sally hissed. "Cum with your hubby! Cum on his big hard cock!" Fucking into the tight little hole I couldn't hold off for long. I ploughed wildly in and out between her tightly clawing flesh, driving myself closer to my release. I watched Sally spiral over the edge again, her face contorted in a charge of sexual frenzy, clawing and grasping at Lisa as she bucked and shuddered her blissful release. Lisa cried out as her orgasm hit her almost perfectly in time with my own. I felt her begin to buck below me, her ass clenching tighter with each wave of her orgasm. It was all I could bear, I blew deep inside her, the jets of cum burning through my cock, the release so much more than I had had for years. White light in my mind, I just fucked in deep over and over, groaning and panting until the pleasure subsided. I pulled out and patted her ass, the girl had done well! Sally was on a roll. "Don't go all weak now!" She said to me. "If we are going to get any real change, she has to step up all the way, herself!" She pulled Lisa up on the chain. She was sweating and crying a little; panting and out of breath. She looked up with a little sad hope in her eyes. "Clean him, slut. With your tongue!" My heart could have broken for her at that moment. She looked astonished, not disgusted, just disbelief. She was stalled, not sure she could go on. Sally leaned sideways and cracked the crop down hard on the side of Lisa's big white fleshy ass in four hard strokes. Lisa let out a tremendous shriek. She heaved huge sobs of pain, then to my utter surprise she took my cock back into her mouth and suckled gently, lapping all over the length of it. That felt good; to have her so submissively cleaning me, to see her so subservient and ready to please. My cock began to harden as I looked down on her, watching her unkempt overweight form doing something she would never have dreamed of doing. Sally watched, a smirk on her face, then when she saw my cock rising again she tugged at the chain. "Well done, slut! We have had enough of you for today! My brother and I have things to discuss." Sally said sharply, dragging her off me by the chain. "Time for you to drag your sorry fat ass up to bed! But, tomorrow morning I am going to have a lie in. You will feed the children breakfast and pack them off to school. When they are gone you will either bring me a cup of coffee to my bedroom, naked, or you will prepare for an onslaught that you cannot begin to imagine. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it is your choice, you have until tomorrow morning to decide..... Go!" She left us, naked, carrying the tattered remains of her nightdress, the leash hanging down her back. We both watched her go and started smirking at each other, trying to contain our laughter, as she disappeared from view. We heard her climb the stairs and walk along the hall, gently she closed the door to her room. "Fuck! That was fun!" Sally said, with a huge grin. I poured us each a glass of Jim Beam, draining the bottle. "Oh, the way she moaned into my pussy as you slid into her ass! Fuck, I'll remember that 'til the day I die!" Sal giggled with glee. She was really buzzing with the power trip this had given her. "Then feeling every thrust you made transferred through her! Fuck, we have to do that again!" "Have a drink to celebrate our success!" I said with a grin. "God it was sooo easy. She barely resisted!" Sal said, clinking her glass against mine. "The way she just crawled across the floor to you was so hot. She was completely beaten. You hot little dominatrix with your sub! Very, very hot!" I said with a catch in my voice. My cock was beginning to harden again at the thought. "Mmmmmm!" She said, reveling in the memory, then catching sight of my hardening cock, she reached out and stroked the length of it. "Damn, you have a nice cock!" She purred, fondling it softly. I felt her touch like a surge of electricity through me. Her caress was soft and gentle but the power of it coursed through me. My cock immediately soared to full length, my body aching for more. "You want to celebrate properly?" I asked, running my fingers up her stocking clad thigh. "Are you going to fuck me? You want to fuck your little sister?" She asked coyly over the top of her glass, still stroking the length of my hard cock. "You are incredibly sexy, of course I want to fuck my sexy little sister." "Fuck, yeah! It's been a long time coming. I've been fantasizing about you for years! Ever since I watched you jack off into my panties when we were 18! I wanted you to fuck me back then and I NEED you to fuck me now!" She leaned back on the couch, still holding my cock, drawing me forwards. I moved over her as she lay down. She spread her legs and lifted her hips to meet mine. She guided my cock to her pussy, sliding it along the lips, she was wet and I slipped in easily. The guttural groan she gave as my hard cock sank into her was the sexiest sound in the world. She clutched at me urging me on, her eyes riveted to mine, her look drenched in desire and lust. In one sweep I sank in deep and rested there for a moment reveling in the feeling of her tight hot sex before I began to fuck her in long slow strokes. Her eyes were locked on mine; she was moaning a continuous outpouring of pleasure. She kept whimpering "Yesssss, Ohhhhh Yessssss." She pulled my face down to hers and lifted her lips to mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth and sought out mine toying and playing with me. Her hips lifted to my every stroke, her hands were all over me, clawing and pulling me down into and over her. Flogging the Wife She wrapped her legs up and around my ass, desperate to sink me even deeper into her hot hole. When I lifted my mouth off her, she covered my neck with kisses and licks and nips and bites. She ran her tongue around my ear and whispered hotly to me. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me. I love your cock, ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! I love your cock!" I tore into her with total ferocity, my mind a wild turmoil of lust. Her pussy was so hot and wet and tight. I could feel every ripple of flesh, every gripping muscle. I tried to run my hands over her body but it was impossible without pulling away from her and my desperate chase for release was unrelenting. Her hands were on my ass pulling me into her deeply, over and over. Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. She wailed, stifling her howls by sucking down hard on my neck. She was in frenzy and her desperate need drew me towards a climax. Ass fucking is intense but there isn't the silken glove feel of a pussy and Sally was the silkiest gripping glove you can imagine. Her movements against me were desperate and urgent. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck! Don't stop, Don't ever stop. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuckk." She gasped, squirming up into my thrusting body. I drove her over the edge and she took me with her, her muscles frenzied and clasping at my hot hard cock as it drove deep into her. Spewing jet after jet of cum into her silky folds. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, Yessssssssssssssssss yesssssssssssssss yesssssssssssssss," She cried into my shoulder. My hips slowed, grinding down into her, reveling in the ebbing release. She clung to me, rocking firmly against me, panting, gasping for breath. I tried to pull up to let her breathe but she clung to me. I relaxed and kissed her cheek. "I have wanted that all my adult life." She whispered, finally. "You are so nasty!" "You have no idea, dear brother!" she whispered with a grin, still panting, she clenched her muscles and gave my cock a squeeze deep inside her. I felt myself start to harden again. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She purred. "God! You're insatiable, woman!" I laughed. "And, of course, you hate that!" She said with irony. "You're irresistible!" "More irresistible than your big fat wife!" She giggled "What do you think she'll choose?" "What the fuck do I care? Either way I intend to ride my big brother's cock as much as possible!" She replied, rolling us both off the sofa where she straddled me on the carpet, my cock hardening steadily inside her. She slowly peeled off the corset, revealing her gorgeous breasts. She took my hands and lifted them to her, cupping them around the big soft mounds of flesh. I was sunk. She was truly irresistible. "But, let me have her for a whole month, exclusive rights, what I say goes, and I will give her back to you a changed woman. A plaything we can both enjoy!" "Let me think on that for a while." I said rolling her nipples between my fingers. "Think away!" she said, rising and falling slowly on my cock. Her eyes closed in a sensual thrall. "Take all the time you want. I can do this all night!"