PENA'S STORY: Part 19: Half Century Celebrations

My fiftieth birthday had crept up on me silently. Michael had cooked me a wonderful dinner the evening before which we ate in the nude. I knew he had to leave for an important meeting at ten the next morning and wanted to make the most of the event. After dinner we played two games of chess (I lost both of them) and we lay on our bed and dozed off in readiness for some celebration that Michael had planned. I felt Michael shaking me and glanced at our bedside clock. It was 11:59. I blinked and suddenly it was midnight. Michael picked me up and carried me into the bathroom where fifty candles welcomed me. Michael gently lowered me into the tub which was full of warm soapy water. I relaxed as he lovingly washed every part of my body before stepping in behind me. He held me close for a long time and then slowly rose from the rapidly cooling water and held out a towel. Back in the bedroom he tossed the towel aside and we began a slow smooching kiss. Suddenly Michael grabbed my hand and steered me out onto our patio, turning out the bedroom lights on the way. It was totally dark outside. Our patio faces onto our rear garden and there was no possibility of being overlooked. Michael had secretly placed an airbed to one side of the patio and he guided me towards it. We settled down on the airbed and resumed our kiss. It soon developed into a slow oral session which Michael performed so very lightly. It was intensely pleasurable but kept at a level just below arousal. Finally he moved up and kissed me slowly, allowing me to savor my own love juices. We lay back, hand-in-hand and waited for the dawn. The last time I had done this was with Erin and suddenly an image of her flashed into my mind. The sky finally took on a pinkish hue and we reluctantly returned to our bedroom, dressed and went down to prepare breakfast. An-An arrived a few minutes later and leaped into my arms. After breakfast we snuggled up on the couch with me in the middle and relaxed. An-An had volunteered to drive her father to the airport and suddenly I found myself alone.

No, I was not alone at all! I heard a sound behind me and turned to find Erin grinning at me. She leaped forward and hugged me tightly as she offered me birthday greetings. She informed me that Michael had let her in and had told her to take good care of me. Erin produced a small bag from her purse and handed it to me. We had long ago given up the practice of giving presents at birthdays so I was quite surprised. Inside was an oval wooden body-brush. I hugged her and we set off for Alicia’s house. We entered the practice room together in our black robes. Erin slipped a blindfold over my eyes and told me I was to totally surrender myself to her. I nodded in acceptance and placed my entire being in Erin's hands..

I heard music in the background. It was Mozart's K488 piano concerto which I adore. Erin slowly removed my robe and bid me stand upright with my feet apart. She took one of my hands in her own and began to brush me slowly from fingertip to shoulder with the other hand. The sensation was indescribable and I knew she was applying just enough pressure to keep my barely on the pleasure side of my pain-pleasure boundary. She covered my entire body with sweeps of the brush. Even my face and the soles of my feet were included. Finally she began to sweep the brush from my chest to the nipples of each of my breasts, moving in a circular pattern. I heard the sound of the brush being placed on a hard surface and opened my mind for what she chose to do next. My nipples were fully erect and stood proudly to attention. Erin stood behind me and reached around my body, taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger. She began to roll my nipples, slowly increasing the pressure and the level of pain slowly began to intensify. I could hear her voice over the music occasionally whispering words like 'relax' and 'breathe'. I felt totally secure and knew Erin loved me deeply so I further surrendered myself to her. Suddenly I was aware that the pain level had dropped. Abruptly I felt the kiss of the deerskin flogger over me shoulders. Again the voice. Then I felt her hand brush against my hair and sighed. Even before my sigh was over the flogger struck once more, this time on my bottom. The blows were not exactly painful yet each one stung and resonated deeply within my body.

The first movement of the concerto faded away to be replaced by the beautiful adagio. As the strings entered I felt a sharp blow across my shoulders. Erin was using the heavier flogger and before I had a chance to react she stuck once more at a different angle. I focussed on the music as the blows made firm contact with my shoulders. The swish of the flogger, the crack as it bit into my skin and the music merged and became one. I felt Erin's breath on my cheek and she began to stroke my hair. The deerskin flogger began to dance over my shoulders in a slow criss-cross pattern and after a while the adagio gave way to the finale of Mozart's magnificent work. Erin continued to swat lightly once every few bars of the music. Then, without warning I heard the swish of the leather flogger which made heavy contact with my bottom a split-second later. The next blow came from the opposite side and was followed my several more firm strikes, each one of which felt different, more powerful. The concerto came to an end and I imagined the applause that would have followed had I been in a concert hall. Then I heard Erin clapping her hands together and laughed. She laughed too and I felt cool fingers against my dimple. I did not realize just how wet I was down there. I wanted to move my body closer but I could not until Erin removed my blindfold and released me from my surrender to her. I felt a little light-headed and swallowed hard. Erin removed my blindfold and hugged me.

My shoulders and bottom were covered in neat tramlines but I was in a state of profound inner peace and felt nothing. We replaced our robes for just long enough to reach the Blue Room. I lay face-down on a cushion and Erin began tracing out the wheals with her lips. It felt incredible and when her tongue made contact with my anal rosebud I began to lubricate profusely. She probed for several seconds and I wondered why we had never tried this when we were lovers. She flipped me over and her tongue began lapping the space between my labia. Each time she reached my clitoris she gave a gentle flick of her tongue taking me into deeper and deeper state of arousal on each cycle. Her fingers sought out my nipples and I exploded into an intense orgasm that flowed over me in waves. I gratefully accepted the Gift of my Soul. It was followed by a series of secondary climaxes that slowly decreased in intensity, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. Indeed I felt as if I WAS an earthquake as I slowly came back to the room. Erin drew my head across her breasts and gently rocked me for a long time. I felt the adrenaline in my body slowly return to normal and finally allowed my tears to flow unabated. Erin replaced her robe. Of course I wanted to help her free her Soul but she shook her head. I donned my own robe and we returned to the robing room, dressed and made our way to my home. Michael was not due home until the following afternoon and Erin and I spent the night in each others' arms but refrained from any erotic activity. It had been the most memorial birthday in my whole life and I slept like a baby!
Erin later explained to me that she had been taught the three stage endorphin release technique from a dominatrix turned therapist who had come to her asking for private coaching of her daughter in English Language. We never did it again but I have applied that brush over my whole body every morning since then. We often include analingus in our repetoire when we spent the weekend together (with Michael's blessing).

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