I came out of the shower announcing to my tall, nerdy, and unsuspecting relaxed boy that I wanted to try a few things. Wrapped only in the hotel robe and perfumed steam vapors I told him that his underwear was super sexy, snapped the elastic waistband on the boxer briefs and then told him to take them off, get on the bed on all fours and let me experiment on him for our later mutual pleasure. The orders, compliments, and my presence wrapped around him like a sensual storm but those briefs hit the floor and his ass was on that bed in record time.
“Like this?” he asked on his hands and knees, looking adorably awkward and vulnerable and breezily I answered him as I hopped up onto the bed behind him.
“That will do for now.” I already had images running through my mind of how I was just going to manhandle my property into place where I wanted him anyway, and my hands moved along his back as I came to his side briefly. I wanted to make sure he remembered that his safe words were in place, as always, and that he was to use them immediately as discussed in the correct category.
I tugged at his legs, making him part them for me so I could come up behind him, between his legs, reinforcing that vulnerability, and caressed his ass. My ass. “This ass is so fucking cute”, I couldn’t help but affectionately gush, both hands squeezing his cheeks and then petting along his back and then smoothing back down his spine. My left hand I settled at the base of his spine and bumped my robe covered hips into his nakedness as I told him carefully what I would be experimenting with. “I’m going to spank you. I need you to give me the calibrating feedback. Not necessarily on a 1-10 scale yet because I’m not going to work you over soon, but a general idea of if you even like it, what you can take, and what is too hard, okay?” The affirmative answer was very serious and I am sure if I could see his face it would be back in that studious focused set. Before I put my palm to him, I pushed into him one more time with my pelvis and then playfully couldn’t help myself, “I do so love being in this position with you by the way.”
He chuckled and said, “I rather like it myself.”
Grinning, I backed up with a little wiggle so I had some separation between us and then leaned over and nipped his left butt cheek because I could. He jumped just slightly in surprise, and then half laughed again and I let my right hand fly gently… then soothed his skin immediately. It was harder than the in passing booty pats I’d been giving him, but not a true spank yet and I let him sort things out in his head before verbalizing. “It’s not… bad. Go ahead.”
I licked my lips. Of course, he couldn’t see it but… oh man dreams were coming to life for me and he had only the barest inkling. I looked over his ass and then spanked him full on. Not with power, not to sting, but it wasn’t a gentle tap and there was a very faint blush of pink that bloomed on his skin… from me. oh… Oh that… that is heady stuff. I waited. “I’m good.” My fingertips gently circled the pinked skin. My mind whirled with possibilities. Grabbing, groping, pinning, gentle clawing, my marks on his skin, pinks and reds, wondering if he’d squirm… if he’d moan and I had to reign everything in. Calibration. I told myself. Experimentation. I yanked my own chain in place.
“Okay, I’m going to try harder, and I’m going to try a few different placements.” Look at that, oh Domme-ly one, doesn’t it sound like you are so in control. Shaking my head as he murmured acknowledgement I caressed and then let my hand fly, this time the smack of my palm meeting his ass echoed through the room and made me want to moan. That sound… such a satisfying sound. He didn’t jump, he didn’t press into me. Still and evaluating he stayed, and I rubbed the spot lightly and then moved down to a different section of his right ass cheek and gave it the same cracking sounding spank. Both parts a darker pink. Then I shifted slightly and hit dead center on his so far ignored left ass cheek. “There. Now, tell me. Do you like it?”
I know at this point he’s attempting to match his own body’s reactions with mine from the night before. In his arms, writhing with abandon with each kiss of pain. His brain trying to assess where this new experience fits in for him. “I think…” I wait, a little agonized, hanging on every pause. “I think I like accepting it from you? But I don’t think that the spanking or pain itself turns me on?”
“It makes you feel like mine? You like the attention and that I’m turned on, but the pain itself doesn’t feel like a switch?” My hands are active, soothing and caressing over his ass and lower back, a constant connection while we communicate.
“Yeah. I think so.” Finding the information useful and knowing that processing it will take my more rational mind, I store this experiment and move on before I ramp up my arousal and take us somewhere this session isn’t meant to go.
“Good, okay, thank you. Now… lower your shoulders, I want your ass more up for this. Face down or on a pillow or on your arms however you are the most comfortable but I want your ass up for me.” I wiggle my way back between his spread calves and make a little more room for myself with my hands gripping his thighs. “Next experiment”, I say and then immediately lick my way up behind his balls hanging there so temptingly and then along the inner portions of his ass cheeks… just barely near his crack… and his breath sucks in sharp. I can tell his mind considers a million objections but my tongue is already teasing along his taint and my hands are gripping and groping and then spreading apart his ass cheeks and whatever words might have been considered spill out as moans.
Lovely, needy, greedy, helpless, hitching moans. Mine. All mine. By the time my questing tongue actually finds his sexy tight hole he’s a trembling, shuddering, moan factory and I’m fucking moaning back into his ass. I’m pretty sure my nails leave some marks as I’m spreading him open wider for me, fighting for better access. I stop and he whimpers. He fucking whimpers and I spit loudly, easily audible for him onto his asshole and then allow the back of my tongue to caress his rim.
I eat his ass like I am starved for the taste of him, and for every little sound he makes I am. I’m ravenous. At one point I come back to myself and realize I started darting my tongue at him, tongue fucking his rear entrance and my right fist is squeezing around his cock rhythmically and he’s still only semi hard because it’s a fucking experiment and this is the first time he’s ever had this happen and I didn’t stop and ask him anything. Yeah. Some calibrations. I ease my hand off his cock and caress his thigh. My tongue gentles back to soft licks, and then I rub my cheek along his thigh and hip. A soft nuzzle. I kiss each buttock, a wordless apology and he’s still softly whimpering intermittently.
“It’s okay. That was different, I know. Go ahead and lay down now. I’ll be right back.” I get up to go wash my face off and brush my teeth so I can cuddle and kiss him and I come back into the room to see him on coltish shaky legs attempting to get his coffee. “Get back in the bed, I said I’d be right back.” Fretting, I stuff his tall ass back into the bed, visions of trying to catch him if his legs fail running through my head. I grab his coffee mug for him and set it by the bed. “Would you like some water too?” I get him some water from the bathroom, and set it within reach and crawl in bed on the other side. “Are you okay? That was a lot of sensation, I know.” I kiss along his brow and wait for him to tell me what he thought about that. I certainly know how he felt about it, but that doesn’t mean he was mentally okay and ready for being swept away by it and I listen as he manages in fits and starts to shyly tell me that he liked it. I listen and caress his chest, my leg trapping his to the bed until he needs a drink.
Kinky Calibrations
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