The day is etched in my mind.

A package arrived. It was very non-descript in appearance. Outwardly, white, the dirt of travel, handling, and addresses. The inside with bubble wrap. A handwritten note from the craftsman, thanking me for my patronage. A bill marked paid in full. The item. This is sealed in a transparent plastic bag. I inspected. The handle was tightly woven white leather. The tails, the same. All professionally coiled and packaged. I opened the resealable bag. The fragrance of leather quickly filled my senses.

I smiled to myself. Dayamai would appreciate this and take pleasure from the aroma alone. Carefully, I remove the item. The coils fell loosely as I grasped the thick handle. Tendrils, twenty inches long. Swirling lightly, I began to develop a feel for our new toy. The perfume of leather filled the air. Yes, she will enjoy this.

Dayamai would arrive in two days. There had been weeks since our last meeting. That had been a trio. One of her good friends had agreed to participate. My participation had been limited to pleasing Dayamai at first. Exploring her naked skin with fingertips, lips, and tongue. She stood against the table, her back towards me. I distinctly remember the look and feel of her ass checks. Smooth skin to caress, to knead and fondle. Periodically reaching between her thighs, just to brush her cunt. A tease of pleasures to arrive later. I recall running fingertips up the back of her arms. It gave her gooseflesh and I smiled at this. Leaning forward, her hair pushed apart, giving me access to her neck and shoulders. The taste of her flesh was exquisite. Smooth, tan, and gorgeous. My kisses trailed from shoulder to neck, ear and returned.

The growing flesh in my trousers, pressing now in the space between her ass cheeks. Upon this realization, Dayamai pressed against me.

A primal section of my mind told me to drop my pants and take her there and then. It would have been simple. Patience informed me there was more to explore, taste and feel. I would opt for the latter. Dayamai was asked to turn and lay upon the table. Her proud breasts moved with her. I could not help but smile. I would have those tasty mounds. Suckle and bite her nipples. Lick the edges of her breasts. The wondered of this made my hardening cock throb. Dayamai was a feast before me. As I savored one nipple and breast, her other was menaced by my hand, squeezing, kneading, twisting, and pulling. Both nipples stand at attention. The logical direction would have been to move south. The area between her legs. But no. I did not.

Rather, I move up to her neck and face. A trail of kisses and licks that meandered. Pausing, I looked into her eyes. Hers were deep and inviting. My lips went to hers. Little time is lost here. Dayamai’s mouth opened to receive me. Her tongue immediately seeking mine. The passion of her kiss was immense and powerful. Tongues danced together in a swirl of searching. Saliva exchanged in the first of her liquids I would have. Her warm breath taken into my body. Dayamai’s arms reached up to pull me closer and tighter. I began to wonder which of us would lose control first. Once again, I fought my animal tendencies. There was much more to be accomplished.

Dayamai’s friend arrived. She was quiet and quite different from the woman I was tasting. Will we call her Emma. Not her name, but you do not need to know. Emma was slim and small. Still quite lovely. A bob haircut, almond shaped eyes. Emma sat at a distance, choosing to observe and listen.

Dayamai had enough of my lips on hers. Forcefully, she pushed me down her body. Her legs spread in anticipation. Her lower lips already gleamed with moisture. I would tease. Rather than drink her juices, I kissed and licked her perimeter, never touching her pussy. Dayamai began to bloom and swell. I had experienced her body’s perfume before. Each time was the first. I never tire of her womanly scent. Indeed, it was intoxicating for me, as a fine wine. I could deny her no longer. My tongue snaked out to slowly lick from her base to the top of her cunt. Immediately, the inner lips presented themselves. These I covered with small kisses and licking. The honey began to flow from her. Gently, I surrounded the inner lips with my mouth. I wasted none of her. It would have been wrong.

Emma chose this moment to disrobe. She moved closer to better observe. The small teardrop shaped breasts. Emma’s hands reached up to take her own breasts. My attention returned to Dayamai. I knew from time and practice; she would orgasm soon. One finger inserted into her, slowly rising from base to button while I licked. Several repetitions and I added a second finger. Both are now coated with Dayamai’s succulent fluids. Her inner lips spread with my fingers. I curved them with each upward movement, as though to beckon her closer. Dayamai’s back began to arch. Orgasm was impending for her. Emma could be seen in my periphery. One hand on her breast, one now in her own womanhood. Her mouth was working wordlessly.

Dayamai released a loud and enthusiastic groan. Her arms flew to the table. Her hands gripping the edges. Her body tensed with orgasm. Then release. Dayamai gushed juices into my waiting and thirsty mouth. Her legs wrapped around my head and neck to keep me in my place. Sucking and drinking the products of her divine body.

Dayamai recovered. She stroked my hair with her hands now. Small gentle movements on my part to extend her pleasure. I suggested that Emma take her place on the table. Both women quickly moved to make the exchange. I stood. Dayamai replaced me in the chair. I remained at her side. My role would now become instructional. Dayamai did to Emma what I had done earlier. Firmly, I told Dayamai to do a better job licking Emma. If she did not, punishment would follow. Emphasis given in the form of a firm swat to Dayamai’s ass. She squeaked and redoubled her efforts. Emma telling her to do what I said.

“Pinch her nipples.” I ordered Dayamai.

“Suck her clit harder.” I added.

“Do what he says.” Emma added.

Hands slide up Emma’s body. Nipples gripped with searching fingers.

Another slap to Dayamai’s ass. Two bright red handprints now appear.

Emma’s body began to shake, and her voice let go a high-pitched squeal. I watched in fascination as orgasm took Emma.

“Keep licking.” I ordered Dayamai. “Make her cum again.”

Dayamai licked, kissed, and drank Emma with reckless abandon. I applied periodic enforcement to Dayamai’s ass. We were rewarded soon with Emma’s second orgasm.

Then, our time was up. We each had other responsibilities. Naked bodies became clothed. A few gentle kisses exchanged, and we went our separate methods.

This leads us to today, now and the package.

Part 2

Dayamai was an adventurous one. Willing for new experiences. The cat of nine tails was our new toy. I had used a pillow for practice. Noted the sounds from different angles. The force needed for a variety of speeds. It occurred to me I needed another item before her arrival. A short shopping trip and I returned with an exquisite Oriental rug. This was not an everyday piece. Only when Dayamai was here.

Dayamai arrived. We shared an embrace and light kiss. We each knew it would be more involved later. I prepared each an espresso. We sat at the kitchen table and regaled each other with our adventures. Our recent travels, family members, and general small talk. It became time for more essential matters.

There were things to discuss. Previous sessions with Dayamai had involved varying degrees of activity. Spanking, slapping, choking, and biting had been a part. The Cat would be new. We needed to agree on the number of strokes and to what locations. Dayamai was willing and wanted a grand experience. The number of was to be six strokes on her ass, four to her breasts and six to her lower abdomen. I wondered it excessive for our first outing. She would not be denied. I suggested a eligible safe word, DeSaad. An expert torturer from a comic book. Dayamai found that amusing. It was a time for fun and pleasure.

The rug spread in an accessible area. I asked Dayamai to remove her shoes before walking on it. That was a rule. No shoes on her rug. She inspected it thoroughly and was convinced of its quality. I told her to remove all her clothes and stand waiting. I sat. My own shoes and socks were removed. I then stripped to the waist. Only my dress pants remained.

I spoke.

“Dayamai, take your place on the rug. Kneel on all fours.”

She did so. I marveled at her tan skin, smooth and soft. Dayamai’s hair hung loosely. I moved around her slowly and inspected her body. Her breast thrust towards the floor, nipples hard in anticipation. There was a correction to add.

I spoke.

“Dayamai the legs are not apart as they should. They need to be shoulder width apart.”

She did as I said. I took the opportunity to make a close inspection. Her gorgeous round ass, smooth to the touch. The vagina, neatly trimmed and dark curly hair. Just a hint of the pink flesh that was under it.

The inspection is done. I turned and strolled to the table. The Cat was removed from its packaging. I grasped the handle to twirl the tendrils. I stepped onto the carpet. The tails brushed on Dayamai’s face and head. The full leather fragrance to inhale. The tails trailed down her back. This caused her to shiver. She is delightful. The tendrils then drug back and forth over her ass. I had teased enough.

The Cat rose in the air, a swift downward stroke. The satisfying sound of leather on flesh. A sharp breath. Dayamai’s only reaction. Pink stripes appeared on her right cheek. Time passed. Her breath slowed. My hand in the air. The second stroke upon her left cheek. Once more, a sharp intake of breath, followed by a shiver from her body. I decided to give her time to absorb. I walked to the stereo. I chose “O Solitude” by Henry Purcell. I wondered it fit the mood and had it repeat. Then returned to the rug and Dayamai.

Her ass was bright red now. Strips on both ass cheeks. The third stroke. Dayamai made a loud and audible gasp. I rounded to the front. Tears dripped to the carpet. We had agreed to six strokes. I had my doubts. Slowly, I moved. Once more behind her. Dayamai’s chest heaved. The sway of her back rose and fell. My hand raised for stroke number four. The solid slap of nine leather strips landed on her left ass cheek. A piercing scream left Dayamai’s mouth. She sobbed uncontrollably.

Softly she whispered through tears.

“DeSaad. DeSaad.”

It was over. She had had enough.

The Cat tossed apart. I moved to her side and lifted her. Once erect, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to a bed. Gently placed her and moved to hold her. I pulled sheets and blankets to cover us. We did not speak. The lights off. Dayamai’s naked quivering body held to mine. Slowly, the weeping ceased. The shaking stopped. Dayamai relaxed and slept.

I lay awake for a time. The heat of her body. The soft skin. Breasts and nipples pressed to me. Later in the night, her arm draped across my chest. Her leg and thigh on mine. The slow methodical breathing from her body. It lulled me into my own rest. But my slumber replayed the earlier events. I would wake up to the sound of recalled stokes. Yet, Dayamai still slumbered next to me.

The dim light of dawn had begun to filter the bedroom. My eyes had fluttered open. Without moving, I surveyed the bedroom. It was early. My eyes went down to Dayamai. Her eyes had opened, and she looked at me. Her hand upon my chest glided to my soft cock. She squeezed it in her warm hand. I began to grow and harden. The massage turned to strokes. The more Dayamai pumped, the more I lengthened. Her mouth moved to mine, and we engaged in a long, good morning kiss.

Her long dark hair trailed behind her head as she moved down my chest and torso. Dayamai began to kiss my engorged cock, exploring the skin and texture with her mouth. Firmly, she grasped the base of my cock and raised its head to her mouth. Her tongue swirling endlessly around my tip. Suddenly, she stopped. Dayamai lightly bites my cock up and down. I found it painful, yet pleasurable. The bites turned to sucking. The pale dawn showed Dayamai’s head raising and falling on me. The lust within me grew uncontrollable. I had to have her. We had not engaged in intercourse for weeks.

I spoke.

“Dayamai, stop. Lay back. I want you.”

She did so. I towered over her now and spread those tan thighs. The tip of my cock teased her opening until coated with her honey. My mouth dipped to take a breast in my mouth. I sucked and licked her sumptuous nipple. OMG did I want her. I raised both my arms and slowly slid inside her wet womanhood. Dayamai was warm and wet. She molded around me as I entered her. The folds of her inner body engulfed me. My thrusts were slow and methodical. I wanted this to last. To take my time with her. We fell into a pleasing rhythm. A look of pleasure graced Dayamai’s face. I smiled at her in return.

My weight shifted to one arm. My right had found her clit and button. Quickly coated with her juices. I massaged her. Her hips began to undulate. Dayamai’s climax was building.

I spoke.

“Give me your hand.”

Dayamai did so. I took her hand with mine. We massaged her together. Our fingers are now wet with her sweetness.

I spoke.

“Place your fingers in my mouth. Let me taste you.”

I tasted her until no trace left. Her hand rejoined mine. The sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her. Our fingers both felt her entrance and my cock. Languid movements, slow love making.

Dayamai spoke.

“I am going to cum.”

She did so as I watched her face. Her eyes closed only momentarily. Then looked into mine.

I spoke.

“My turn my Dear.”

My body tensed. Ropes of cum pumped into her. She held my gaze the entire climax. Dayamai watched me as I had done for her. It was tender and priceless. Yes, we could be rough with one another. But we could be this also. Dayamai reached with both her hands to hold my ass. She kept me inside of her. Dayamai wanted my cum to remain in her. Her pussy clenched around me.

She spoke.

“Stay in me. Do not pull out.”

I experienced her vaginal walls expanding and contracting. The strength of her muscles, yet the wet soft, slickness. I remained encased in this tanned beauty. Time passed. I shrank and fell from her. Lines of Dayamai’s juices mixed with my sperm, dripped from her. I fell to her side.

Dayamai spoke.

“Rest while you can my Dear. We are not finished.”

Part 3

Time passed. I did not know how much. Sleep had taken me as the previous events had left me tired and spent. But with rest, there was a renewal. I reached for Dayamai but found an empty bed. Bleary eyes searched the darkness for her. She was not in the room. My hearing detected muffled sounds from an adjacent room. A door cracked and filled my vision with bright light. Only a shadow in the doorway discernable. I knew that shape. The shape of Dayamai.

Hips undulated towards me. Yes, it was her. I would recognize that swagger anywhere. Slowly, Dayamai mounted the bed and made straight for my face and waiting arms. The warmth of her body as she stretched above me. Hard nipples scratched my chest. She dragged them across me. Already, seconds after her arrival, I grew aroused.

Dayamai purred softly and spoke.

“Hmmmm. You like that I see.”

The only response I made was a long moan.

My cock grew between our bodies. She raised her body enough to break contact with mine. Dayamai moved to hover her trimmed bush just above my penis. Then slowly, she would dip enough and brush my cock with the tips of her pussy hair. I shivered involuntarily. She is exquisite. Many repetitions of this motion and I was at full attention. My hardened member throbbed and bounced to my pulse.

Dayamai rolled off me, leaned down to kiss me deeply. As she then raised her head, she spoke.

“Let’s have some more fun.”

I nodded my assent.

The naked woman turned and padded to the closest. She rummaged there for a moment to return with a medium sized bag. Her graceful hand entered the package and withdrew with a belt.

Dayamai let it fall open to length. Curious, I wondered. One end was attached to my wrist. The other to the bed post. Wordlessly, she did the same to the other arm and both my feet. I now lay affixed to the bed, capable of little movement. Dayamai stood to admire her handiwork, a broad grin upon her face.

Dayamai spoke.

“What shall I do with you now Darling?”

The sound of mirth in her voice. She had a plan, and I was helpless now to her actions.

The Cat of tails retrieved from our pervious play. Dayamai delighted as the tips of leather were lightly dragged up and down my naked frame, pausing over my cock. I squirmed and fought against my restraints. My mind raced and asked. How could such a soft touch cause such delightful pleasure?

Then, without warning, the tails were raised high to swiftly descend across my chest. A sharp intake of breath as I absorbed her stroke. My stomach and abdomen tensed. The tendrils of the whip returned to brush my cock. My heightened senses overwhelmed. More strokes awarded me as the moments passed. My eyes vacillated from wide open to clenched. The breaths I took were shallow and quick, my arms tensed against the leather straps.

She spoke.

“Oh, my Darling look!”

Dayamai reached for my cock. A pearl of precum leaked from me. She leaned forward, extended her tongue, and licked it away. How I did not orgasm then, I do not know. My mind in me wanted her to mount me and ride. Visions of Dayamai’s naked form bouncing on my cock filled my head. I was on the verge of becoming frantic. I wanted her that badly. It was not to be.

She spoke once more. One simple word.

“Emma.”

The door opened and Emma’s slender naked form entered our room.

Dayamai spoke.

“He is yours for a while. Use him as you wish.”

Dayamai then sat naked in an armchair to observe.

Emma circled the bed several times, as if to take in each angle and perspective.

She asked a single question.

“Has he cum yet?”

Dayamai’s single word answer.

“No.”

Emma knelt next to me on the bed. Lacquered fingernails traced the red marks left by the whip.

Emma spoke.

“You have done a superb job Dayamai. These marks look lovely on him.”

Dayamai only smiled.

Emma’s dark red lips leaned towards me as if to kiss. I strained my head to reach them. But Emma held them out of reach. A cruel smile graced her face. Her right hand reached for my left nipple. Emma rolled it between her fingers and nails. Then, without warning, pinched and twisted it violently. As I opened my mouth to moan, Emma covered it in a kiss. Her tongue searching every crevice of my mouth. Emma took my warm breath and moans into her own body.

The pain subsided on my nipple, however, Emma continued to engage my mouth. A tender moment for us. Finally, she broke our kiss and looked at Dayamai and spoke.

“I want to ride his face with my pussy. Would that be okay Dayamai?”

Dayamai nodded her permission.

Emma straddled my face, her pussy centimeters from my face. The trimmed strip filled my vision. Already, her fragrance lingered in my head.

Emma spoke.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I did as ask to the best of my ability. Emma rocked her hips rock back and forth, her outer lips gently gracing my tongue. She was not ready for deep or hard penetration. Emma made a slow create in her arousal. Gradually, she increased in speed and pressure. The juice began to flow out of her, in and around my mouth. As Emma rocked, her hands came to her own nipples and breasts. There she toyed, played, massaged, and rubbed them. Her eyes closed as excitement grew within her.

Suddenly, Dayamai appeared next to Emma. Emma’s face taken in Dayamai’s hands, and they shared a long deep kiss. Emma is now stimulated in multiple areas. The ladies’ kiss became more impassioned as I continued to tongue Emma’s labia. Slowly, Emma dropped her inner thighs to cover my face. I took her full in my mouth to lick, suck and drink. Dayamai held her tightly in her embrace as the kiss deepened further.