Cos play. A first for Aisha and myself. At least, I think it was cos play.

Some people here are experts, I am sure. Since I am certainly not an expert, I was under the impression if one or more of the partners is in a costume, it is cos play.

Aisha paid almost $1,000, if memory serves, on a Darth Vader costume. Obviously, it needs to contour around her large enhanced breasts, so it was custom made for her. It has buttons on the chest that light up. The belt has lights on it, too. The breath mask, I think it is called, is just perfect. Once purchased, along with some other costumes, went into her closet and staid there.

I committed some sort of crime, so Aisha had been holding out since last Sunday. She did use the shower head her Rabbit Habit vibe, and both hands. She told me about all the great orgasms she was having. In our flat, orgasms are polite conversation. As our breasts. Everyone who lives here loves orgasms and boobs.

Aisha called me into her room on Saturday. As I entered, I heard that deep, Darth Vader breathing. She wants me to see her Darth Vader costume, I thought to myself. And so she did. Parts of it. She wore the breath mask,the cape, and nothing else.

"If you wish to confront Lady Vader, Jedi, you would be advised to take out your light sabre." Her voice was modulated, but her voice was not as deep as James Earl Jones, or Chyna.

The problem is that my light sabre just does not so well any more. Normally, a little oral attention does the tick, and since Aisha considers a blow job as part of sex, my ED is not such a problem. Pity that there is no appropriately sized and located hole in the breath mask. So I rubbed against her a little bit, and then she pushed me away.

"Disappointing. How will you please Lady Vader?"

That I could handle. I started on her nipples, and moved down. Sometime during a very long bit of cunnilingus, my light sabre turned on. She was having such a good time, I decided to say down there. Her moans sounded very odd, or course. I realized that the breathing sounds were just that; sounds. Her breathing was much faster than the breath mask.

We were starved for each other after a week, so the actual intercourse lasted a very long time. At some point, a flipped her over into doggie, a position she likes better than missionary, my favorite. Now, you have a female relative of Darth Vader underneath you. Darth Vader is the definition of evil. I do not know why, but he is. So tell me that sheDarth does not merit a brutal ass fucking.

"Lady Vader is not ready for that."

Aisha was still in character, and the breath mask kept making those noises. When Aisha says she is not ready for anal sex, it does not mean no or not yet. It just means she has not prepared in advance. So, for basic cleanliness, it means a condom and some thick lube. I was not brutal, I was very gentle with her. She loved it. I wanted to come on her face, but I thought I might electrocute her, so I staid where I was.

"I love you, Lady Vader."

"Lady Vader finds you acceptable."

Only when I finished and disengaged did Aisha turn off and remove the breath mask. We were both covered in sweat, but Aisha's face was a mess. Not really a bad look for her. As far as I am concerned, there is no bad look for her.

So, cos play was nice, not something I want to do all the time. Aisha has another couple of costumes, but told me we will not do it again for a while. We are going to Cabo soon.

Later, she gave a rather sever whipping. This time I knew what I did. I called her "my little slut." Slut and little slut are terms she accepts, in private, or in front of the girls, though whore is not. It was the use of "my" that got me twenty lashes. As tangled as we are, she is not my possession. I am hers, though.