The art of rimming; beautiful afternoon on the island ….

Hi, friends and readers:

The art of “rimming”, i.e., licking your sex partner’s anus, is a sex practice some gay men find unappealing, but not me. I’ve been an ass-eater ever since I came out in my early twenties. Rimming can be a terrific prelude to anal sex, a sort of warm-up of sorts, and it can drive your partner into nirvana if it’s done right. Also, it’s perfectly healthy, as long as your partner has cleaned himself well beforehand.

Do you think the guy getting his hole rimmed in the upper photo is enjoying himself? 😉

It’s been a good day so far. I got some slid editing done on my novel-in-progress this morning. After lunch I drove into the city to visit the YMCA for a workout, my first since I caught a head cold over two weeks ago. It felt good to put my muscles to work. Afterward I visited Home Depot for several items I needed, and then I hit our island supermarket to stock the fridge for the weekend. My boyfriend should be arriving around eight this evening. I’m making a nice seafood dinner for us, and it’ll be nice to have him home.

Have a great Friday, everyone. And if your boyfriend’s been good this week, maybe he’s due for a little rimming tonight. Yummm …. 😉

The beautiful boy in basketball shorts; pretty morning on the island ….

Hi, friends and readers:

Every guy reaches a point in his life when he looks the best he ever will. For some guys that’s age eighteen, for other it’s thirty. It all depends on his physical development. Now, I don’t know about you, but I think the boy in today’s photo posts had reached that point when these photos were taken. Everything about him is exquisite: his hair and skin, his pudgy lips and slim physique. Unbelievable …..

I spent the night at a friend’s house, where I cooked dinner and we shared a pleasant evening catching up on each other’s lives. He also took me for a “booze cruise” in his golf cart, which was actually kind of fun. 🙂

A got back home about thirty minutes ago, and it’s absolutely gorgeous outside this morning: sunny, still, and cool, about 70 degrees F. This is why we live in central Florida, you see.

Here’s photo number two of Mr. Gorgeous in his basketball shorts. I don’t like it quite as much as the upper photo, but it’s still pretty amazing.

I am devoting most of my day to finishing a painting project I started a couple of weeks ago. I have three large trellises on my property that Confederate jasmine vines grow on. One of the trellises was destroyed when the house was tented for termites, and two of the vines were chopped down for the tent job. I had the one trellis re-built and I have planted new vines that are doing quite nicely. Today I will finish painting all three trellises,, and then this weekend, when my boyfriend visits, we’ll put the vines back in place.

The weather today if perfect for this type of project, so that’s how I will spend my day. It’s not so bad, really. I’ll enjoy being outdoors, and it’s the type of work that allows me to think about my writing projects I’m working on at present.

Have a nice Thursday, everyone.

 

Sexy joggers; busy day ahead for Martin ….

Hi, friends and readers:

I’ve been a jogger since I was in college, and that was a few years ago. Running is an integral part of my life. It helps control my weight, helps me sleep better, and keeps my brain calm. And it also brings about encounters with other runners like the guys in today’s photo posts. Hey, there’s nothing sexier than a sleek and sweaty young man wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy running shorts or a Speedo. Yummy ….

I’m up relatively early, and in just about twenty minutes I will drive over to Tampa to see an orthopedic surgeon about an issue I have with two fingers in my left hand. I know that sounds weird, but I use my left hand fingers to play my guitar and they are important to me.

I have a ton of correspondence to deal with when I get back home, and I just received my editor’s revisions on another novel I’ll have coming out later this year, so I will keep busy on those.

By the way, a reader once informed me that the photo to the left here was taken on a bridge near Seattle. Sorry I missed that race. 😉

A friend has invited me to have dinner with him and then spend the night at his place about 30 miles south of here, and I think I’ll take him up on his offer. He’s a boyhood friend who I don’t get to see too often, so I’ll pack a few things in my backpack and he’ll pick e up around five PM.

All right, everyone, I need to get ready for my trip to Tampa, so I will close this post by wishing all of you a wonderful Wednesday.

Lover boys getting close. Happy Valentine’s Day from Martin ….

lover boys #2Hi, friends and readers:

It’s Valentine’s Day 2017, and if you have a boyfriend (And you really should.) then it’s important that you spend some time today getting extra close to each other, like the boys in today’s photo posts are doing. No doubt what’s in store for Mr. Blondie to the left here, now is there. Bottom up! 🙂

My boyfriend just left for work, and I’m here at his apartment, looking out into his patio, where the flowers in a pot I brought him are blooming nicely. They really add color to the patio. And the roses and vase I bought him look great on his dining table where I am seated right now.

Call me a sentimentalist, but I think it’s important to do little things for each other, not just on holidays but all the time. It’s the difference between a ho-hum relationship and a meaningful one, in my opinion.

lover boys #6Well, it’s time for me to leave beautiful Tallahassee and return to my little island down south, where many projects and responsibilities await my attentions. I went to law school at FSU, here in Tallahassee, and it’s been nice re-connecting with the city after all these years. But I love where I live even more because I’m a coastal boy and I like to be near the shore.

In about an hour I will climb into my Honda Element for the five-hour drive home. It’s not a bad drive, really, at least until I reach north Tampa, but I’ll beat rush hour no problem. Once home I’ll need to water plants and go through the mail, and I’ll probably thaw something out for tonight’s dinner. It’s a full day for sure, so I’d best get on with it.

Have a Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, and a good Tuesday as well.

Sexy and shirtless; another beautiful day in Tallahassee ….

shirtless #2Hi, friends and readers:

I’ve said this many times before, there are some guys who should never wear a shirt, except maybe in church or a restaurant. Beyond that, never. I mean, look at this guy to the left here. I know he’s one of those Instagram douche bags who has zero talent, other than looking good, but still ….

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner last night, and then went out for ice cream afterward. Unfortunately I had a restless night, which is not like me, and I think it’s because I am still suffering the effects of the cold a caught about ten days ago. I think I may see my doctor when I get home. I may have to go on some antibiotic medication, which never agrees with my digestive system, but sometimes you do what you have to do, right?

saggy #2Anyway, we were up early this morning because I had to follow my boyfriend to a garage where he’s having his car looked at, and then I drove him to work. I’m back at his apartment now, and it’s a beautiful morning here: sunny, cool  and still. The high in Tallahassee today will be around 72 degrees F, just perfect. It’s only a quarter past nine right now, and I plan to do some work in the writing department for a couple of hours. Then I will meet my boyfriend for lunch at noon.

You know, one of the worst mistakes you can make is to go out for dinner with your boyfriend on Valentine’s Day because it’s always a mob scene no matter where you go. So we will have our Valentine’s Day dinner tonight. I already bought my boyfriend a bouquet of fresh roses when I got here on Friday, and we’ve had a very romantic weekend.

By the way, do you find the guy in the lower photo as sexy as I do. Don’t you know he’d be a wild one in the bedroom? I have a suspicion he’s a Czech, most likely form Prague. And maybe a rent boy as well. Yummy ….

All right, everyone, I need to get busy, so I will close this post by wishing you all a very pleasant Monday, wherever you might be.

Hot guys with sexy abs; Tallahassee is so beautiful ….

abs #1Hi, friends and readers:

Nothing looks quite as sexy as a young man with a set of rippling abdominal muscles. Washboard abs are something only young men with virtually no body fat possess. The rest of us can only wish we had a “six pack.”

Oh, well, in spite of the fact I enjoyed my youth, I wouldn’t go back, just for the gift of abs. I’m enjoying my life just fine with abs, thank you. But I still enjoy looking at guys who have them on display, like the two in today’s photo posts.

abs #2I arrived in Tallahassee Friday afternoon for a four-day visit with my boyfriend. He’s doing an internship up here that will last till late April. Tallahassee is one of Florida’s most beautiful cities, with its classical Southern architecture, its stately live oaks and long leaf pines, and its curving roads.

Yesterday we drove down to the coast to visit a remote state park where we rented a canoe and did a three-hour canoe trail on two beautiful rivers. We were the only people out there for the most part, and what a gorgeous place it was. This is a part of Florida most tourists and even native Floridians never see, and it’s too bad.

Anyway, we’ve had lots of fun doing things we enjoy, and it’s so good to be with my boyfriend for uninterrupted days. Last night we gorged ourselves on raw oysters before dining on barbecue. Tonight we’re grilling surf ‘n turf. The weather here is amazing: sunny, dry and about 75 degrees F.

Have a nice Sunday, everyone.

Hot guys wearing sunglasses; Martin’s off to Tallahassee ….

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Hi, friends and readers:

Here in coastal Florida we never leave the house during daytime without our sunglasses. It’s sunny most every day, and because we’re surrounded by water the sun’s glare is intense.

Anyway, I like the look of a sexy guy wearing sunglasses. The sunglasses give him an air of mystery because you don’t know exactly what he’s looking at.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I think Mr. Ball Cap to the left here is about as sexy a guy as I’ve ever seen. He’s lean and slim in the hips, definite boyfriend material.

Speaking of sunshine, a cold front swept into town last night, and this morning it’s a little chilly out there. A stiff wind is blowing out of the north too, so winter is definitely here today.

sunglasses #4Check out Mr. Pink Undies to the left here. I’m not sure why he’s wearing sunglasses indoors, but that’s okay, he looks great in his, doesn’t he?

I have a busy day ahead of me today. Right after I eat lunch I will climb into my Honda Element and drive 250 miles northward to spend a long weekend with my boyfriend in Tallahassee. He’s doing a four-month internship up there, and so we’re doing the back-and-forth thing on weekends. I don’t mind making the drive. The traffic shouldn’t be too bad and the second half of the trip is actually pretty, once I reach the rural areas.

I’m bringing my laptop with me to Tallahassee, so I’ll be able to post while I am up there. Have a nice Friday, everyone, wherever you are. And if you’re going outdoors, don’t forget your sunglasses. 🙂

Cute boys with shaggy hair; another beautiful day on the island ….

blue t-shirtHi, friends and readers:

There’s always one in every neighborhood, the cute boy with shaggy hair who dresses a little sloppy and is always riding his bike past your house and looking like he could use a friend. Sadly, he’s underage and thus untouchable, but he’s still fun took gaze at while you’re reading the newspaper on your front porch.

For the past week or so I have suffered from a lousy head cold that just won’t go away, but this morning I am finally starting to feel normal again. I’m still slightly congested, but otherwise I think I’m okay, and maybe this afternoon I’ll work on a painting project for a few hours.

A friend came over last night and we watched a Netflix movie that was pretty funny. It was a good way to spend a quiet evening at home as I tried to shake my head cold, and I got to bed at an early hour.

bmx #2Check out Mr. BMX to the left here. He knows he’s being seductive when he rides around the neighborhood shirtless. He’s the type of guy who probably pleasures himself three times a day and only showers occasionally, so he’s kind of stinky. Hmmm …..

It’s another beautiful day, here on the island. The sun is shining, the air is still, and the temperature’s around 75 degrees F. The new flowers, tomato plants, and basil I just planted on my patios are all doing well and my house is looking great after all the work I’ve done on it lately.

Like I said, I have a painting project that I need to finish in the near future, and if I’m feeling up to par this afternoon maybe I will seize a brush and ladder and get to work. Otherwise I have much to do in the writing department. Not sure what I will do with my evening, but it won’t be much, as tomorrow I will be driving to Tallahassee to visit my boyfriend.

Have a nice Thursday, everyone.

Fourth and final installment of “Serving Lisa”. Typical Wednesday in store for Martin.

bdsmHi, friends and readers:

Oh my, it looks like someone’s been misbehaving in this morning’s video post. I’ve actually seen about a five-minute video clip from this production and it’s pretty hot. The young man in the video is slender and quite handsome, and he takes his punishment well.

We had a severe thunderstorm here on the island last night, with lots of lightning, thunder and heavy rain, but now the sky has cleared and the sun is shining. It’s a very nice day, in fact. Since it seems my head cold has finally subsided, I’ll follow my usual Wednesday routine, which means I’ll drive into the city to visit the YMCA for a workout. I’ll hit the supermarket on the way home, and then spend my evening working on edits on one of my works in progress.

All right, everyone, here’s the fourth and final installment of Serving Lisa. And remember, it’s not for the squeamish.

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Serving Lisa, copyright Martin Delacroix 2010

It’s been an interesting month, here at Lisa’s and Andreas’s home. I’ve experienced varied punishments and humiliations, and I’ve relished each. But have I served well? Have I pleased my owners? Have I satisfied their needs?

I’ll soon find out.

Aside from attending university classes, I’ve remained in the house, mostly. Lisa whips me on a regular basis and my buttocks and thighs have been perpetually marked. Switchings are administered each Friday evening, rendering my bottom raw for weekend activities.

On my second day of service, Lisa introduced me to Ivan, a latex butt plug, conical in shape with a slender neck and a handle like a poker chip. Each morning thereafter, before breakfast, Lisa escorted me to an upstairs bathroom where Ivan is kept. I’d bend at the waist and spread my buttocks while Lisa greased Ivan, and then stuffed him inside my anus. The plug would remain there until my bedtime, when I’d remove Ivan myself, bathing him in soap and warm water before putting him away, all under Lisa’s watchful gaze. The first week, I wept every time Ivan entered me and I begged Lisa to withdraw the plug, but she always refused.

“Discomfort’s essential to a slave’s training,” she told me.

I’m still not used to Ivan, but I’ve accepted the fact that my anus no longer belongs to me. Lisa’s their owner and Ivan’s a daily visitor.

Each night since my arrival, I’ve slept on the floor of my owners’ bedroom, at the foot of their bed, on a pad. In darkness, I’ve often heard them make love, Lisa sighing, Andreas moaning. Had they forgotten I was there?

I’ve eaten all my meals from a stainless steel dog bowl on the kitchen floor without utensils of any kind, with my hands cuffed behind my back. Sometimes I was fed what my owners ate, other nights I ate canned dog food, jazzed with a bit of ketchup.

Once, Lisa took me to a party, a mistress/slave boy gathering held at a private residence with perhaps twenty guests. Lisa wore her knee boots, her mini-skirt and corset, and as soon as we arrived I was ordered to strip—all the boys were naked. Some were my age, others a little older. In the living area a small stage was outfitted with a chair and a leather paddle, and at various times during the evening one mistress or another would bring her slave to the platform for a public over-the-knee spanking. I remember the dread I felt watching the other boys endure their paddling, hearing their cries and viewing their crimson rumps. My own spanking was especially vicious; Lisa showed no mercy and my buttocks flamed. I lost control and wept like a child, feeling humiliated that so many strangers were witnessing my meek submission to Lisa’s will. Of course, my penis grew stiff as soon as I took the stage, it leaked pre-come as I writhed on Lisa’s lap, wailing and pleading for mercy.

Some boys were taken into bedrooms for sexual activities, but I was not allowed this privilege. Throughout my training, sex has been limited to the hand-jobs Lisa’s given me after my punishments, and I’ve yet to see her naked.

Andreas has shown no sexual interest in me, nor has he punished me. He treats me with respect and kindness, and though I address him as “sir”, I consider him a friend.

Now, I hear footsteps. I hear Lisa’s voice, Andreas’s too; they’re in the hallway. A doorknob turns and they enter the room. The time’s around ten in the evening and a single lamp burns on the nightstand. Light in the room is dim and I smell Lisa’s cologne.

My pulse quickens. It’s judgment time.

They approach. Andreas has brought the jar of salve and I hear him unscrew the lid. He stands behind me, a little to the side, saying nothing. He applies ointment to my punished buttocks, rubbing and squeezing them while my penis stiffens.

Lisa reaches for my erection; she teases the head with her fingertips. “Such a handsome boy,” she whispers.

I keep my gaze straight ahead, saying nothing. I blink my eyes and swallow. What will happen to me? Have they decided?

Lisa says, “Have you enjoyed your month of service, Lane?”

“Yes, ma’am. Very much so.”

“Do you wish to continue?”

Tears cloud my eyes and I shiver with joy. My voice cracks when I say, “Of course.”

“It won’t get any easier.”

Say it.

“Ma’am, I don’t like it easy.”

Andreas kisses my neck. “Good boy,” he says.

They lead me to their bed and Lisa lowers the covers, she plumps the pillows. She tells me, “Tonight you’ll be rewarded for your efforts, for your obedience.”

Andreas and Lisa undress.

Andreas lies on the bed with his legs outstretched and one arm bent at the elbow. His head rests against his hand while he watches me and Lisa.  His erection is a whopper.

I kneel before Lisa and bury my face in the dark curls between her thighs; I work my tongue up inside her. She smells like fresh straw. I spread her labia and find her clitoris and I worship it with all the vigor I can muster. My tongue flicks at the nub until it’s swollen and firm, till her juices flow and dampen my chin.

Lisa runs her hands through my hair and her breath quickens. She asks me to rise and we move to the bed; it’s a king-size with plenty of room for three.  I lie in the middle facing Lisa. I kiss her lips and our mouths open and our tongues rub like snakes.  After I lower my face to her breasts, I take a nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking. Lisa takes my penis in her hand; she squeezes and I moan.

Behind me, Andreas strokes my back with his fingertips, he massages my shoulders while the tip of his penis nudges my flaming buttocks. I reach behind me and give his erection a squeeze, it’s a “thank you” of sorts for his many kindnesses. His erection is bigger than mine, as thick as my butt plug.

Lisa looks me in the eyes while stroking my temple with a fingernail. “Tonight you will play two roles, Lane. You’ll take me, but Andreas will take you at the same time.”

I clench my teeth. A butt-fucking? Me?

Lowering my gaze, I tell Lisa, “Look, I can’t….”

She raises a finger to my lips, silencing me. “Ivan has prepared you for anal intercourse. You’ll find it pleasurable, and it’s a fine obedience exercise.”

I draw a breath. Don’t resist, Lane. She knows best. Do as she says.

I nod and tell her, “All right, then.”

Her vagina is tight. It grips my penis as I enter and I groan with pleasure. Behind me, Andreas lubricates my anus with a finger, getting me loose, working the digit in and out. I thrust my hips, but Lisa presses a hand to my chest.

“Easy….”

She pulls my face to her shoulder and sucks my neck, giving me a hickey. While she’s doing this Andreas brings his erection to my anus. I inhale deeply while he applies pressure. (I’ve learned to do this when Ivan comes calling.) Andreas pierces my anal ring, and then he bores inside me. I exhale and draw another breath, this one through gritted teeth.

“Relax,” Lisa whispers. “You can fuck me now.”

I thrust my hips while, behind me, Andreas does the same. His erection plunges in and out, working my hole; it pokes my prostate when he’s fully inside me, and feels pretty good.

Lisa’s pussy is exquisite, flexing against my cock. Each time I thrust she groans. We establish a rhythm, she and I and Andreas, and the bedsprings creak with our movements. Lisa reaches behind me; she slaps my blistered bottom several times and I cry out. My pain mixes with the pleasure I derive from fucking Lisa, with a feeling of rectal fullness that Andreas’s erection imparts.

Yeah, sodomy’s humiliating—it’s a supreme act of submission for a straight guy like me—but I find myself reveling in my role as fuckboy.

Who’d have guessed?

Lisa knew I’m sure. I’ll bet she’s had this moment planned all along. She understands my need to obey, my love of surrender, and now the butt-reaming takes me to a level of service greater than any I’ve experienced to date. It is utterly degrading, yet delightful and I am grateful to my owners for their insight, for their generosity.

They know me better than I know myself.

I close my eyes and a tear leaks out as I thrust, while waves of pleasure course through my body. My buttocks boil and my cock throbs and my asshole burns like hell. I groan when my seed jets inside Lisa.

You did it, Lane, I tell myself. You’ve served them well.

You’ve earned yourself a home.

—The End—

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All right, friends, I hope you enjoyed reading Serving Lisa as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have a nice Wednesday, everyone.

Third installment of “Serving Lisa”. Breezy day on the island ….

bdsm #7Hi, friends and readers:

Is everyone enjoying Serving Lisa so far? I know it’s not typical Delacroix fiction. For on thing our main character is straight (Well, sort of ….) And of course there’s the whole BDSM thing some people find too over-the-top. But hey, I can’t please everyone, and at least the story if free of charge. What a deal. 🙂

I woke around eight this morning, and after a quick breakfast I got busy working on edits for two books I have in process. The morning flew by. At eleven AM, I left the desk and went for a delightful three-mile walk.

It’s a beautiful day, here on the island. The sun is shining, a gentle breeze is blowing, and the temperature’s around 76 degrees F. I have a few projects to work on this afternoon, around the house. I need to thoroughly clean my car for an upcoming road trip, and I have some painting to do, so I will stay busy.

All right, everyone, here’s the third installment of Serving Lisa. Remember, if explicit scenes involving BDSM and/or sex between consenting adults bothers you, the you should not read Serving Lisa. 

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Serving Lisa, copyright 2010, Martin Delacroix

On a Saturday, two days after my “interview”, I moved in with Lisa and Andreas.

Once I’d unpacked, Lisa took me to a leather shop in the gay district of town. She wore stilettos, a leather skirt that barely covered her ass, and a blouse showing lots of cleavage. At her instruction, I wore jeans, a tight t-shirt and a leather collar with stainless steel studs. I kept my chin low, terrified I might see someone I knew from school.

Inside the shop, a muscled man named Roland greeted Lisa. She introduced me and when I shook the guy’s hand his gaze slid over me like a clothes iron pressing a shirt. He wore a leather vest, leather pants and motorcycle boots. Tattoos covered his forearms and his head was shaved.

bdsm #10“Lane requires a discipline strap,” Lisa told Roland while I blushed and stared at my shoes. “Can you help us choose one?”

He led us to a wall where dozens of implements hung from hooks. He fingered several before lifting one and showing it to Lisa. The device was fashioned from black leather, probably two feet long, four inches wide, and a quarter-inch thick, with a handle at one end.

“It’s quite effective,” Roland said. Then he gestured at me. “Whip him bareassed and he’ll know who’s the boss.”

Lisa seized the strap, turning it this way and that, while her jaw worked from side to side. Then she asked Roland, “May I give it a try?”

A lump rose in my throat. Surely she won’t do this. Not here….

Roland said, “Of course you can,” and then he winked at me. After locking the front door, he led us to a workshop at the rear of the store. The space was lit by a fluorescent ceiling fixture and the whole room smelled of leather. The windows were opaque and fitted with crime bars. Roland leaned against a tool bench with his arms crossed before his chest while I trembled with fear. I fought an urge to bolt. How could Lisa do this to me?

She seized my forearm and placed me in the center of the room, turned so I faced Roland. I couldn’t look him in the eye I felt so ashamed. I kept my gaze fixed upon the floor while my chest rose and fell and dampness gathered in my armpits.

Lisa stood behind me and to the side. Clutching the strap, she tapped it against my ass.

“Drop your pants, Lane.”

My eyes watered and my voice quivered. “Please, ma’am. Not here.”

She placed a hand on my shoulder. “It’s for your benefit.”

A tear rolled down my cheek. I sniffled, then swallowed.

“Do as I say.”

I thought, Go on, punk: obey.

After unbuttoning my pants, I lowered the zipper and shucked the jeans to my ankles.

“Your briefs as well.”

My cheeks burned with shame. I stole a glance at Roland—he grinned like it was his birthday. My hands trembled when I slid my undies south. My cock had stiffened and now it bobbed before me, belying my protest and exposing my perverse needs to Roland.

Roland chuckled as Lisa flicked my penis with the tip of the strap. “My boy’s excited,” she said. “He knows what he likes.”

My heart raced and sweat beaded on my forehead.

“Grab your ankles, Lane.”

I did so.

“Chin up. Look at Roland.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Roland’s eyes glittered when my gaze met his. He licked one corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

The strap hissed when Lisa swung; it seared my bottom like a blow torch when it struck, making a sound like a pistol shot. I yelped and nearly sank to my knees.

Jesus Christ, that hurt!

Another swat scorched my thighs, it made a popping sound that reverberated off the cinder block walls. I cried out and stamped my feet against the concrete floor.

“Chin up,” said Lisa. “Eyes on Roland.”

Roland grinned when I looked at him through teary eyes. “I think he likes it,” he told Lisa, making her laugh.

Another lick popped my buttocks, then another, setting my skin aflame. I shrieked through gritted teeth; I trembled like a kid in a spook house. The next blow caught me just above my knees. It stung badly and I bounced my heels, squealing in pain. Lisa must have enjoyed my reaction, as she whipped me twice more in the same spot, quick and devastating blows. I couldn’t help myself;  I sank to the floor and peed on myself, squirming and wailing like a three year-old.

“Get up,” Lisa barked. “On your feet at once.”

I rose while blubbering. My belly and thighs were damp with piss.

“Get back in place. We are not finished.”

I resumed the position, gripping my ankles and gazing at Roland while he grinned and shook his head at my misfortune.

Lisa tapped my buttocks with the strap. “You will receive three more, but I’ll increase the number if you move again. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She swung harder than before. All three licks struck my tender behind. I howled like a dog because my ass felt as though I’d sat on hot coals, but I stayed in place, fearing additional swats. When Lisa finally told me I could rise, I felt utterly debased. I whimpered and trembled and tears streamed down my cheeks. My legs were rubber.

She patted my bottom. “It’s hot to the touch,” she told Roland. “Very nice.”

A shop sink occupied one corner and I was permitted to clean myself, though my pants and briefs stayed at my ankles. I mopped the floor bare-bottomed while Roland and Lisa observed.

Roland asked Lisa, “Shall I carve his name into the strap?”

Lisa declined, and then I shivered when she told Roland, “Lane can do that himself. I know he’ll do a fine job.”

Once I’d finished mopping, Lisa allowed me to pull up my pants. I did so gingerly—my bottom was tender—but I felt relieved nonetheless. I was tired of Roland’s leering glances and I craved departure, but my joy turned to dread when we reached the crowded sidewalk. People were everywhere, toting shopping bags, pushing strollers, walking dogs, and traffic clogged the street. Roland had placed the strap inside a plastic sack, but Lisa discarded it and handed me the strap. She said, “Hold it before you, waist-high. Use both hands.”

I did so.

“Follow me, three paces behind.”

My cheeks burned as I trailed my mistress. Already, people were staring.

Lisa took her time walking to the car. Twice she stopped and studied merchandise in shop windows while I stood behind her, clutching the strap with my chin lowered and my hands trembling.

I heard a child’s voice. “That boy looks sad, Mommy. Why?”

I didn’t hear the mother’s response, but my predicament was certainly obvious. People passed on the sidewalk, looking first at me and my collar, then the strap, then Lisa. They exchanged glances while puckering their faces and shaking their heads. Two teenage boys giggled as they walked by and one told the other, “What a fag.”

Without warning my cock stiffened and my pulse accelerated. This public humiliation, combined with my burning bottom, fed a hunger I’d never before acknowledged, one that dwelt deep within me. I craved shame, I loved the derisive stares of passersby. A warm glow filled my breast and I felt an urge to masturbate, right there on the sidewalk.

Gazing at Lisa through teary eyes, I thought, thank you, mistress, for your kindness. You know exactly what I need.

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Okay, friends, that all of Serving Lisa for today. I hope you’re having a nice Tuesday, wherever you might be today.