It’s still a party…. Period.
FUCK! My period is early! This seriously going to impede on Sirs plans for me. I sit fretting over sending the inevitable message of disappointment. Sir is not going to be happy with me. I hit send and hold my breath awaiting a reply. Our plans are to go ahead. Relief! My mind reeling now, wondering what could possibly be in store for me. I get ready and stand at the foot of the bed, blindfolded as instructed. I hear the telltale grate of my sliding door open and close downstairs. Straining to hear, I can hear Sir move through the house, taking a sip of the scotch I have waiting for him. I stand silently listening, my fingers wrestling each other as I lace them together in anticipation. Music softly fills my ears and I hear the timber stairs sigh under the weight of each step as he moves up the stairs. I can feel him move around me, gently caressing my body and pressing his lips to my ear whispering "good girl" I melt into a puddle within myself at those two words. I can smell the leather of the riding crop as it is slid over my top lip. My core tenses in anticipation for the sting that is sure to come. Whack, across my left ass cheek. I inhale deeply, the sharp sting gives way to a centering sense of vivre. A few more stings come and go as Sir moves silently around me. He can sense my anticipation, my shallow breaths and likely flushed cheeks a dead give away. Silence, no movement, I can't even figure out where he stands in relation to me. Waiting, guessing, feverishly searching for a clue. Whack! Another sweet sting, as I breathe out a small sweet moan my mouth is caught my his, a deep kiss that again I melt into. I feel both his hands wrap themselves around my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair. Whack! I feel another sting from the crop, a moment of dazed confusion takes over as I I quickly realize we are not alone. Before I can even process the thought the crop bites me across the ass again, and I slip a small whimper into his mouth understanding now what is happening. A few more stings ripple through my body before I am once again stood seemingly alone again reeling, my head swimming wondering who our mystery guest is. Sir asks us each if we have ever kissed another lip piercing, upon hearing her say no she hasn't I am delighted at the sound of a female voice. I eagerly turn around to taste her lips. Our jeweler gently clink against each other as we explore the feeling of each other. Her mouth is impossibly soft and I feel I could devour her delicate features. I am advised to keep her occupied while Sir administers her punishment from previous indiscretions. I hold her face and kiss as deeply as I can muster, I feel her jolt in my hands each time the crop hits it's mark as I consume her cries in my mouth. As my blindfold is removed I blink her in, she has a wonderful glazed look in her eyes as the pain from her punishment melts into a pool of pleasure. I am introduced to Baby El. I laugh when I find out she too has her period. l and feel less conscious of my own shortcomings. Sir disrobes and lays down so that together we can administer a massage for him. We too both undress, down you our lace panties, mine black, Baby El's electric blue. Together we slather Sir in a sea of lotion and begin to rhythmically stroke and massage from head to toe. Sir relaxes under the weight of four hands working feverishly to satisfy him. He then rolls over and we continue our deluge of movement across his body. We move around, taking turns to massage, suck, lick and kiss Sir. I take a mouthful of scotch preparing to fill Sirs mouth with the warm, sweet elixir when he makes a joke about hosting a period party. A giggle rises up from my stomach and I begin to laugh spraying both Sir and Baby El in the warm liquid, trying not to lose the rest of it I quickly swallow it indulging in its heat as it smoothly slides down my throat. We are instructed to massage each other's breasts while Sir watches. She has the most amazing perky tits that sit proudly on her chest and I waste no time wrapping my hands around them. I kiss her luscious lips as I try to manipulate her nipples through the extremely slippery lotion. She maneuvers us so that I am straddling her so we can rub ourselves against each other, feeing our slippery flesh press against each other. There is something about women that make me become very cheeky and somewhat of an exhibitionist. When Sir remarks about feeling unneeded I curtly respond advising him he can wait downstairs if he likes. A smart mouthed comment I'm sure to be punished for later. Sir strokes himself as we grind together and moves around to where we are perched on the edge of the bed. I break away from our kiss and turn to take him in my mouth at the precise moment he unleashes his jizz into the soft folds of my mouth. It is the sweetest cum I have ever tasted. Eager to swallow it I pull my head back and close my lips. Sir suggests I share the load so I lean forward and part Baby El's lips with mine and spill some into her mouth, keeping just enough for me to savor before swallowing. We continue to kiss with our cum soaked lips and return our frenzied hands to each other. She moves her hand down towards my clit and rubs expertly over my underwear. I grind in beginning to pant, welcoming the feeling on an impending orgasm. I sag against her as Sir pulls me away before I reach the precipice. As I roll away Sir asks if I have ever experienced the torturous delight of wax play, I have not, but am aching for the experience. I lay face down and feel them sit at each side of me. With the rasp of the lighter, a collection of coloured candles are lit. The first drops hit my bare back. The droplets are hot, tiny bites of isolated torment. I wince as I inhale, however the sensation dissipating as I exhale. Together they offer a barrage of hot licks from the wax creating an intricate artwork across my back. I lay unmoving absorbing the delicious sensation, flinching only as the little molten drops land in the small of my back. I drift into a realm of sensory pleasure. Baby El continues to pattern the splattered dots over my unresisting back while Sir takes some photographs, documenting their work. For good measure he places a candle between my ass cheeks which I try not to spill while my body shakes as I giggle and another of his well timed jokes. Sir comes to lay at the head of the bed and recites some of his writing to us, as Baby El continues to torment my back with the Wartenberg wheel and begins to remove the now dried wax from my skin. The sensation as she runs her blade under the wax is a sensory sentience. The tug as the wax lets go is subtle enough to not cause pain, but bring awareness. I relax further into this sensual oblivion But am brought back to present by the odd slap across my ass until all the wax is gone and El's delicate fingers caress my bare skin. We retire downstairs where we chat about life and kink and I enjoy a glass of crimson cab. Sir and Baby El depart and I find myself once again pouring myself another and reaching for those darned cigarettes to head outside and enjoy the afterglow.
