I do not like it when Aisha whips me, but I do understand it. She does not do it out of malice, or have done something wrong. She does it for sexual pleasure, so I do not hold it against her. It is not really personal.
Except when it is. I know this because, after all these years, I can read her. I know when she needs to beat me. This was not one of those times.
It has happened twice. Once, I saw an old friend on television. Most people would say she is average, but they do not know her. Also, I find a PhD from arguably the most prestigious school in the world very sexy. I had not seen her in years, and I had trouble making it through the show. As soon as it was over, I grabbed Aisha by the hand, led her to the bedroom, stripped her, then myself, and had sex with her. She never said no, or resisted in any way. After a few minutes of little response, she started to. Again, after all these years, I know when she is having a good time. She was pulling at the sheets, and her legs wrapped around me. She had an orgasm, and then turned me over so she was riding me cowgirl. At this point, she could easily have stood up and walked away, but she did not. Even after I had my orgasm, and begged for her to stop, she kept bouncing on me, until she had another climax. I understood the meaning of ecstatic pain.
So, to review, no resistance, never told me no, could have left at any time.
Then she slapped me and told me I had raped her.
Aisha has three flails. One is the standard, every day flail. The second has knots at the end, and will draw blood, though the whips are still soft. The third has metal studs and hooks, and the leather is stiff. This is a legitimately lethal weapon. So I suppose I should be happy she did not use that one. She used the knotted flair. Instead of just putting stripes on my back, she put bloody stripes on my back.
Megan, some how, knows some first aid, so she took care of me. I had to take two days off before I could sit with my back to the chair. I was also useless for sex. Aisha would leave, come back around midnight. That means she was with men; she would have brought a woman back to our place. She was fully aware that I knew this.
I had not raped her. I HAD NOT RAPED HER. I HAD NOT RAPED HER!
This time, however, I had to plead guilty.
Serena does not like my sperm on her skin, especially not her face, not in her mouth. Only where it is supposed to go, in her pussy. Lately, Aisha and Serena had been getting into female felching, or cream pie eating. I cum in Serena's vag, and Aisha gets out what can, and Serena tries to push out all the rest into Aisha's mouth. Aisha likes the taste of cum, on the many reasons I chose the bossy little mean one with the violent temper.
To be perfectly clear, I did not get Aisha. She got me. She is the boss, she makes the rules, she had the flail. I do what she says. She has the pussy, so she makes the rules.
Aisha and Serena were in a 69 position, with Serena on top, and I was fucking Serena, as Aisha's tongue was busy on both of us, depending on what was convenient at the time. I was ready to cum, pulled out to give Aisha access, and it was little bit to far. I slipped out of Serena, and came all over Aisha's face.
This is not something Aisha is unfamiliar with. I have cummed on her face hundreds of times. Either by request, or agreement before the act, or question before. Never otherwise.
I ejaculated on her face without permission. Of course, Aisha considered this a crime, and I had to be punished. I noticed Aisha's hand was far heavier than Serena's. I took the punishment.
Why would anyone do this?
Because I love her.