Strung Up By The Rafters

By The Beautiful Kind

Remember this post about our vacation? How I pretended I was a lesbian using him for his dick and how he flogged the shit out of me and wiped me out, but wasn't done with me yet?

Well here's the rest of that story. I swear that vacation was so off the hook I keep remembering odd parts of it. Like the time we stopped for a drink at this dive bar and the woman behind the counter told us she got out of jail the night before, she was in there & bleeding vaginally for 45 days, and that she was sterile because they botched her ectopic pregnancy, so she's suing the jail, and if she wins she's going to get fake fallopian tubes, because she would make an excellent mother.

Or the time we walked all the way out on a pier that was designated the Key West AIDS Memorial, sponsored by the Rotary Club, and I stripped down naked and pissed on the big center compass. It was definitely one of the trashiest things I've ever done. He ordered me to do it - I was going to be more discreet and piss behind the trashcan.

See? Proof that I turned the pier into peer:

ANYWAY, the moment we entered our villa, he was scoping the place out, figuring out his game plan. Where can I string this slut up? he wondered, then saw the steel beams and solid wooden rafters bisecting the ceiling. If the place was hurricane proof, it would be Beast proof. (When we first got there he fucked the shit out of me, then stood up on the bed, grabbed hold of the rafter and did chin ups.)

It was the evening of the harsh wake up call flogging, and I begged him to go easy on me. Therefore, he gently tied me to the rafters using the burgundy hemp rope. He strung me up so I was on my tiptoes. Then he took his belt off and wrapped it around my hips and the pole I was against. He knew I'd try to get away.

He blindfolded me with a pair of my stockings.

He filled one pitcher with hot water, and another with ice. He dropped the steel handle of the flogger in the cold pitcher, and the glass dildo in the warm. Then he teased me in turn, causing me to dance helplessly and shriek. I don't like cold play!

He continued to torment me with sensations - rolled a hairbrush down my side, flogged me gently, licked my collarbone and shoulders, pinched my nipples, invaded my pussy with the hot poker. He lavished attention on me, and I greedily soaked it up.

Then he took me down so he could pin me to the bed for his finish.

Suddenly, I was the lesbian from the night before, only he turned the tables on me and had his way with ME this time. He brutally fucked me - pummeled me with his cock - until I was dizzy, then stood by my head, jerking off. I was gasping and squirming. He pressed down on my forehead with his free hand, growled, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH" and shot his load right into the quivering hole. "SWALLOW IT, DYKE."

And that's what I did on my Florida vacation.

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Photo by Michael Draga