Page 48 of The High Price Of Loneliness

Angelica quickly responded, “It was much more intense!”

Gray nodded in agreement and added, “It started when you assumed First Position. It was your complete and total submission for the first time. It was a letting go of control and, with it, everything that distracts the mind. It felt as if you were completely and totally mine.”

She added with excitement in her voice, “And when you had me put on the blindfold in First Position, it took me to another level of being owned by you,” she described.

Curious to know, he asked, “How did that feel?”

Angelica thought about it for a moment. “A mix of excitement and nervous energy, but when you began touching me and, oh my god, when you did oral,” she paused to think of another word, “Amazing! Simply amazing.” She kissed him over and over on his cheek as if saying “thank you” with her little rapid kisses playfully.

He smiled and reached over to lift the blindfold from her eyes and up slightly on her forehead so she could see for a few minutes. “Better?” he asked with her vision now restored.

She quipped, “I’m actually starting to get used to the blindfold now. I just have to follow your lead because I can’t see a darn thing.” She smiled with a beautiful gaze at Edward.

“Well, I need you to see for a few minutes,” he continued as he slowly stood up from the giant red bed in the center of the Playroom. He walked over to the wall where a wooden and wrought iron rack held a series of floggers, paddles, and riding crops. Gray selected the black flogger with soft suede leather strips bound to a black handle wrapped in leather. Lifting it from its hook on the wall, he returned to the bed and asked, “Remember this?”

Angelica’s eyes widened a bit at the arrival of the relatively large black flogger now in Gray’s hands and answered, “Um, yes, sir. From our make-up sex at our hotel suite.” She could feel the butterflies of nervousness returning to her stomach again.

Gray intervened with encouragement and said, “There is nothing to worry about. Here, feel the soft suede leather strips,” as he handed the flogger to Angelica to hold.

“This particular flogger is very high-end and is specially designed to make a lot of noise but does not hurt at all nor does it leave any marks.” Angelica ran her fingers through the soft suede leather strips but was not convinced that the big flogger would not hurt if she were truly whipped. Gray, sensing her apprehension over the intimidating-looking flogger, reached over and took it from her and said, “Please allow me to demonstrate on myself.”

Lying down next to her with one knee bent to expose his thigh as an ample target, he swung the flogger with full force. Upon striking his leg, the flogger made a surprisingly loud cracking sound like that of a whip on flesh. Gray looked her in the eyes and said, “Nothing. It didn’t hurt a bit,” he added. “Now, some floggers, paddles, and riding crops you see hanging on the walls can sting a bit. But others like this one are specially designed for impact play training,” he explained.

Angelica was feeling a bit more comfortable and even a little curious after seeing Edward demonstrate on himself without so much as the slightest twinge on his face when struck by the flogger. Then, finally, he asked her, “Would you turn over for me and lay on your stomach, Angelica? I want you to feel it lightly for yourself, and you will see what I mean.”

She immediately turned over, lying flat so that her bare bottom and legs were exposed. Still wearing the lace robe covering only her upper body, she offered herself simply and said, “I trust you, sir.”

Gray dangled the flogger in his hand high above her back and lightly traced the outlines of her shoulder blades and spine very softly. “Most people don’t understand impact play,” he said. “They think it is just about pain, but it can be very sensual.” He lightly and delicately ran the soft suede across the back of her legs, down to her calves and the soft soles of her feet and toes. “How does that feel?” he asked.

She smiled. “It’s nice, almost like a backrub with a feather,” she said, laughing lightly.

Gray said in encouragement, “Exactly! But then, the intrigue builds because you never know when you’ll get a little love tap.” He swung the flogger gently, giving her the first of a series of little spanks on the bottom. Then, asking her promptly, he said, “Did that hurt at all?”

Angelica enthusiastically said, “No, not even a little bit!” She was a bit relieved to discover that it was just as Edward promised. He continued and said, “Now, Kitten, pretend you have been a naughty girl today, and I am going to give you five spanks on the bottom. I want you to count them out loud for me each time you feel the flogger, ok?”

She felt adventurous as she complied, “Yes, sir!” Gray, without hesitation or delay, delivered the first stroke of the flogger as lightly as he could. Angelica counted out loud, “One!” The next swing of the flogger Gray made ever so slightly with more force. “Two,” she counted aloud.

Finally, Gray said, “Just a tiny bit harder this time.” He eased the power up to medium and a louder “whack” was heard as the suede strips of the flogger found their mark on her backside.

“Three!” Angelica shouted with playful and fun energy. She was growing bolder as she became more comfortable. Gray added more speed as he swung, and a louder strike was heard over her voice, as she called out, “Four!” As he had been alternating butt cheeks between each blow, he now moved down to the top of her thighs for the last and final swing, which made the loudest sound as it struck, and Angelica said, “Five!”

Gray instantly asked for her report. “How much did it hurt, Kitten?”

She looked up at him, smiling, and said, “Zero. Not at all!”

He looked into her eyes, happy to see all smiles and added, “But it sounded like you were getting a heck of a flogging, didn’t it?”

She nodded in agreement and said, “Yes. It sounded like you were whaling on me, but it didn’t hurt.”

Gray lay down next to her to discuss it further and said, “I would like your permission to add flogging to playtime occasionally. Only some of the time. Otherwise, that would get boring and routine.”

Angelica said, “I would be completely open to that now that I’ve tried it a second time. I was afraid of impact play before. It seemed strange and scary, but now I think it is kind of hot and sexy.”

Gray was pleased she was so open to experimenting and smiled at her progress, then added, “Remember our ‘make-up sex’ as you called it at our hotel suite? Picture this, one day, during playtime, we repeat that scene when I am inside you, doggy style, and I have given you your favorite vibrating toy to hold magically in the right spot. Imagine you are just at the edge of climaxing, perhaps almost as intensely as you just were a few minutes ago. And right as you ask for permission to cum, I add the flogger across your backside with each stroke, me pounding you out as you climax over and over again,” he said to her with intensity.

As Edward described it, Angelica was seeing the scene come to life in her imagination, and she confessed, “I am getting so wet again just thinking about it, sir.”

Gray ended with, “Can you imagine the intensity that would give both of us?” He smiled.

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