Hello again my dear reader, it's been a long week here at Castle Samadhi. I've been feeling more than a little tired, and at least a little bit melancholy this week. Today, however, is much better.
I'm not sure if last night's chain of events is related to my improved feeling, but, I spent the better part of a half hour whipping Serafina with two different horsehair floggers, then continued with another hour of play afterwards. It's was a spontaneous event, as one of the floggers was new, and it was just begging to be used.
Two nights ago I had spent a few minutes getting acquainted with my new horsehair flogger, hefting it, feeling it's weight and balance. I spent some time running my hands over it, admiring the workmanship and quality of my new tool, filling the device with my own energy. Then I finished with some "air flogging" - simply swinging my tool, getting used to it's length, handling, and fall.
Last night, I "beat" Serafina in time with some songs playing on Pandora in the background, spinning, twirling, and flicking my floggers like her entire backside was some kind of exotic human drum. Serafina's actually is a drummer, so the horsehair percussion effect seemed to me to be rather fitting.
When she couldn't handle anymore of the abrasive flogging, I switched to running a beautifully full and bushy Foxtail over her freshly whipped back and bottom. The Foxtail is just fucking delicious, and I know it's soft and sensuous sensations are amplified by the effects of the abrasive floggers I'd just used.
Excuse me dear reader, but for a moment I must digress. Yes, I know an animal died to make my Foxtail toy, a fact that might bother some individuals. My personal belief is that my use of items created from animals is appropriate, as long as I remember the sacrifice, treat my tools with respect and reverence, and always wish to honor the spirit of creature from which my gear was created.
Next, I got out the Eroscillator, which I used to bring my darling slave to a series of unstoppable orgasms. I was going to use the word "forced" orgasms, but that might be a misnomer, at least for the first five or six. It would be accurate for the last three or four however, because by that juncture Serafina was reduced alternately begging for permission to cum, and begging me to stop the "torture".
Oh how I love to hear my slave beg, it's like music to my ears.
I'd tell you, dear reader, that then we fell into each other's arms and made love, but the truth is more along the lines that I flat out fucked my slave. I pounded her long and hard, her hands clasped submissively behind her neck, occasionally slowing just enough for Serafina to catch her breath.
Then I finished in her mouth. Serafina came to me almost totally inexperienced in the art of cock sucking, and she's become very good. Very good indeed! But, she's still learning some of the finer nuances, how to perform confidently without help from her hands, proper deep throat technique, as well as reverently holding Master's gift in her mouth until instructed to swallow.
The last task is the hardest for my slave. Last night, as I collapsed next to her on the bed, she apologized for still gagging. I pulled her close, patted her head and cradled a breast in my hand, and assured Serafina that I was well satisfied with her progress.
Of course, I also promised her plenty of opportunity continue practicing.