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After the intensity of Friday it was no real surprise that we both slept in on
Saturday morning - Elliott woke up first. He got out of bed - put on a robe
and removed the sheet exposing my nakedness. Sitting down on the edge of the
bed he started running his toes through my hair until I awoke from my deep
sleep (remember I sleep on the floor.
It was difficult to read his face - then he said, "You've overslept."
Before I could really get conscious he placed his right foot at my mouth and
said simply, "Suck."
I started to individual lick, kiss and suck each of his toes - it was clear he
was enjoying it because he then offered his left foot for the same action. As
I tended to his toes he asked, "What shall I do with your ass this morning?"
We were deep into the roles and I replied, "Whatever you please, Master."
I continued to clean his feet with my tongue as I waited further instructions.
He reached down and took hold of my hair urging me to my feet. He turned me
around and examined my well spanked butt. There were some small bruises but I
really wasn't badly marked. The marks from the whip had completely faded from
my legs and breasts.
Gently he pushed me across his lap and without warning proceeded to give me an
old fashion OTK hand spanking - at least 60-70 strokes - it was enough to
really get my butt on fire. Then he stood me up and walked me over to the
couch where he instructed me to lay on my back.
As he opened his robe he said, "This really turns me on..." Then he proceeded
to stroke his swollen erection. I had never seen Elliott masturbate and it was
strangely erotic to watch as he stood over me. Then I could tell he was only
seconds from climaxing and once again it was amazing to watch as his semen
burst from his penis.
Then I felt it hit my mouth and cheeks - he was literally "cuming" on my face.
In our past life we would have never thought of something like this - I might
have even been offended - Now I only wished I could have caught it directly in
my mouth.
As he finished he didn't say anything he just turned and went to the bathroom.
When he finished he put on a pair of jeans and instructed me to go fix
breakfast while he read the paper.
"Whew," I thought - "what a start of a day!"
Put the real fun came in the afternoon. Elliott read the paper and napped
waiting for the college games to start. Though sexually frustrated I busied
myself around the house. After watching the Michigan-Ohio State game Elliott
went to the "toy closet" and got some stuff before calling for me to come out
on the patio.
It had been years since we had played with body paint. Elliott use to be quite
an artist - it was going to be interesting to see what he had in mind.
His brilliant idea was to paint on a blue bikini with white stars. I stood
very still as he went to work. My pubic hair is very closely cropped so he was
able to do a pretty good job painting over that area. He placed stars on each
nipple. When he was finished I thought to myself this looks pretty good - you
have to look really close to see that I'm naked, and this is only paint.
That was his thought too - I couldn't believe what came next. We were going
for a ride. To the beach. To watch the sunset. Now our beach is only about
40 minutes away and at this time of year there isn't a lot of people there -
even on Saturday. But I knew there would be someone and no it is NOT a CO
beach.
But as a submissive my role is clear - I must do what I'm told. So it was that
in less than an hour I found myself getting out of our car in a small public
parking lot heading for the beach wearing a pair of flip flops and a body paint
bikini. Its true if you just looked in passing we could have been any average
couple headed to the Gulf to watch the sun set - that is what I prayed everyone
would think.
His art work was superb. While we didn't get really up close on anyone over 20
people saw us and nobody batted an eye! As the sun set we got up and walked
almost half a mile up the beach in the near darkness before during around and
heading back to the car - by now you really couldn't tell and I had got as
comfortable as you can be when you are stark naked in a public place.
Just to press our luck we stopped at a small 7-ll type store and bought a
couple of drinks - I stayed behind Elliott and just wanted to get out - the
sooner the better. Finally at home Elliott took pictures of what he considered
his "masterpiece" before I head for the shower.
On the way home he reminded me that tomorrow was to be the day that Mike and
Karen join us for the Bucs game and that at half time they are to witness my
punishment - to prepare me he indicated I would not be spanked until then - but
that he wanted to play some more with butt plugs and vibrators tonight. . .
This has been the most intensive four days of my life. I would not trade it
for anything though I'm still very uneasy about my punishment being witnessed
by another couple...
Will update again later,
Iri