Wacky Wednesday

···Jack···

"Gentlemen."

Luciana Diamonte came sweeping towards us.She cleaned the best I've ever seen in my life, and few people clean with such grace in a fur coat.She blew kisses to Amon and me, the leather of her miniskirt creaking.

Luciana should be a five-year-old person, but believe me, she can still wear a mini leather skirt with chic and sense.Her dress had tight drawstrings at the sides, lifting her breasts up almost to her chin.Her hair was blown up and up, reminding me of a contestant in the "Miss Dairy" pageant at the West Virginia Agribusiness Show.She wore flat boots, silver eyeshadow, and a silver snake bracelet that wrapped around her mid-arm.

"Luciana," I said.

"Amon. Glad to have you here." She turned to look at the real Amon next to me. "And Jack, you look darn cute in that harness. Would love to auction you off."

The slave bondage harness Amon wore was attached by a thin chain to a black belt around his waist.I made him take off his shoes as he entered, so the leather pants half covered his bare feet.Ever since he put on the harness, I've been scrutinizing the gestures he makes with my body.At first, I also wanted to teach Amon how to push up his chest a little bit, and dig his back in to push his ass up.But I didn't actually teach him anything, and he wore the suit beautifully.He pleases my appearance.Especially the butt.

My ass wrapped in leather pants.

An aggressive, manic urge lingered in me, making me want to slap his ass.I haven't done it yet, but it's only a matter of time.

I smiled and put my arms around Amon's shoulders, the chain swaying with my movements. "He's really cute. I think I'll keep a close eye on him."

"Okay," Luciana said. "You are all familiar with this place. There is a buffet in the restaurant. Drinks are in the kitchen. Music is playing in the living room. It seems that there is still a Xingyi Dance ① fighting competition or something. We will go to the basement to perform at nine o'clock. If there is something to tell my staff, just alright."

Note ①: A type of modern dance, dancers need to express a story with their body.

Almost naked slaves can be seen everywhere in the mansion, many of them are responsible for entertaining guests.When we entered the door, they were the ones who asked us to take off our coats and hang them on the living clothes rack.Luciana's slaves were both male and female, all wearing black thongs, black bow ties, silver nipple clips on each nipple, and a thin chain in between.They were polite and respectful, but also seemed to be having fun, laughing and chatting with the guests they were talking to.

I put my hand on Amon's lower back and headed for the dining room. "I want to spank you," I whispered as I walked.

"what?"

"I can't help it. You pants. I can't help but want to hit it."

"Are you hungry for your own ass?"

"may be."

"Then why haven't you done it yet?"

"I'll call when we're in the restaurant. I want everyone to hear."

He shook his head. "You know what, I hope this soul swap gives you an idea of ​​what it's like to be me. Welcome to the biggest test of my life."

"My ass?"

"Your ass."

We stopped and started kissing.

"Is that why you're always trying to find a reason to spank me?" I asked. "Like the time I wanted to use Dawn dish soap in the dishwasher?"

"It's not okay to pour dish soap into the dishwasher."

"I didn't know then."

"I spanked you that time because you went to the supermarket without a shopping list and forgot to buy laundry detergent."

"You're just looking for a reason."

He grinned. "And you always give me a reason."

When I led him into the restaurant, a group of people had gathered around the buffet.For a brief moment, I put aside my desire to spank myself and admire the interior instead.Silver chains dangle from the ceiling like crepe paper garlands, and Luciana's erotic collection hangs on every wall.But the most stunning thing is the living chandelier hanging above the table.It consisted of two of Luciana's slaves, a man and a woman, with the soles of their feet pressed together and their hands cut behind their backs, completely naked except for the harness that connected them to the ceiling.The harness was studded with studs, shining like stars.

Amon was as intoxicated by it as I was.While he was staring, I pulled out a hand and slapped the ass of his leather pants like a gunshot.Everyone looked over as expected. "Bring me the horns," I ordered, "I'll take them all."

He hurried into the line, rubbed his butt on purpose, turned his head and gave me a smirk, which made my hands itch into fists.

I might be more suitable for attacking.

After a while, he came back with a bunch of crab horns and stuffed one into my mouth.Aww, tender and juicy crab meat served with cream cheese.I spanked him again.

"You're almost there."

"Sorry." I ate the crab horns and said inarticulately. "I can't bear it."

"Continue on stage."

He glanced at the scatterwhip pinned to my belt and seemed a little nervous.I myself suddenly became nervous.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.

"Of course." He replied quickly.

I fed him a crab horn.

He's fine.I'm fine too.Everything will be fine for the two of us.

***

After we got home from the river, I used a pillow as a target and tried a whip.Amon held my arm, taught me techniques, and corrected my wrist movements.I should swing the whip in a "8" shape, keep my forearm still, and hit the pillow twice with one swing.hack.pick.stamp.My stance needs to be flexible.Keep your knees relaxed.Think of it like dancing.

We smoked pillows together for a while, but I don't know if I got the point.I love being held by the wrist by him, and the breath on the back of my neck, and making moves with him.

Jin Shimiao walked into the bedroom, took a look at both of us, and fled downstairs quickly.

Finally, Amon took off his shirt, faced the wall, and raised his hands above his head.I looked at this body that belonged to me. Under the tight muscles, the outline of ribs was clearly visible.The jeans were a little baggy, exposing a small portion of the waist of the panties.The feet were bare, and each toe was dotted with a tuft of pale hair.Amon is in this body.Except for occasionally playing around and hammering him on the shoulder, I have never touched Amon.It feels weird to think of whipping him as hands on him - when he hits my ass with his hands, with the whip, I don't think it's hands.But at that time, I actively asked for that.It's what I want to do.

"Come on." When I hesitated, Amon said. "Try a few swings."

It's like I'm playing baseball.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"No. I promise. I'm strong."

"But you don't like being beaten as much as I do."

"I have the same endorphins as you, so it's fine."

He's still nervous though, I can see that.His shoulders were tense, and his head kept moving, as if he wanted to look back to see what I was doing.I reached up and felt the crotch of his pants to see if he had an erection.

"You're not hard." I said.

"so what?"

I stared at the bare back in front of me for a few seconds - it was my own bare back.Will I feel pain when my soul changes back?I pictured the red marks left by the whip, the skin twitching in pain, the way the muscles tensed.There will be marks on my body, but the one who will actually feel the pain is Amon.I imagined Amon gritted his teeth and endured the pain in order to take into account my desire to go to a mentally retarded party.I threw the whip on the bed. "I can not do it."

He turned around and grabbed my shoulder.I look up.He suddenly gave me a kiss.His tongue brushes my teeth.I grunted and kissed him back deeper.I forgot how strong I was at this moment, I pushed him against the wall for a while, and then let go of him panting.

He bared his teeth in a grin. "relax."

I watched him for a while. "Looking at myself, seeing my every move, my expression, this and that, it feels so strange."

"Isn't it?" Amon's hand touched my upper arm all the way.

"Do you like looking at yourself?"

He shrugged. "I can basically only see the creases on my face. The pressure of working in A&L for ten years. The hunchback caused by sitting at the desk for a long time, even if I leave the desk, I can't straighten it. It scares me. Knowing that you are in this room It made me feel better physically. Even though I was looking at my face, it was your face that made me look younger."

"I don't see any wrinkles when I look at you. I mean when you're still in your body. I don't think you're hunched." I flex my arms. "Look at this." I nod at the bulging bicep. "Look at your body, look at your hair. Holy crap." I rubbed my head for him to see.

He laughed.

"You're super stylish," I said.

"Let me tell you, you're not bad either."

He put one hand on my chest and stood on tiptoe to kiss me.

"I want to do it with you," he said as our lips parted.

"What do you think at this time?"

"Correct."

"in ours……"

"When our souls are exchanged."

"Aren't you awkward?"

"It's kind of awkward."

I laugh out loud. "Very awkward."

"It's not particularly awkward," he said, "it's just the two of us after all."

My fingers brushed his shoulder.He trembled slightly. "Take off your pants," I said.

He took off his pants.His - my - our - dick is hard in his panties.I put my hand on his belly and felt the muscles there tremble slightly.This is me, my body, my skin.Amon is in my body.If you think about it from a certain evil philosophical point of view, it can be said that he has always been in my body.My hand moved down and rubbed his place through the fabric of his panties.He stood on tiptoe.

"Very good." I said.

He thrust himself into my hand.

"Put your hands behind your head," I ordered.He did.I continued to stroke him, running my fingernails along the crotch of his panties.He groaned under his breath. "Don't you want to scream?" I asked. "Let me hear your voice."

Despite my size and strength, I don't know how to project authority.If we're going to pull off a credible whipping demonstration, the only way I'll have to learn to match my mental intensity with my physical intensity.Learn to make Amon feel safe, cared for, and loved.Only in this way, when I beat him with the whip, he will not feel pain—at least, not the kind of pain that makes him uncomfortable.

"What's going on here?" I asked suddenly, leaning down to examine the scrape on his knee.

"Falled on a bicycle," he said.

I kissed the swollen skin and straightened up, cupping his balls as I kissed him.His groan was swallowed by me.I suck on his tongue.He shoved his hips back and forth, pressing my hand between our bodies.He lowered his hands and began to take off his underwear.

I stop this kiss. "No." I said.

"Please?" He looked at me with those big Disney eyes I used to practice in the mirror.

I snorted coldly and patted his buttocks lightly. "I invented this expression, it doesn't work for me." I grabbed his upper arm and pushed him back against the wall.I sealed it again with a kiss, rubbing against him.My cock twitched at the sound of his soft, pleading whimper.

I let him go. "Turn around," I said.

I undid my belt and pulled off my trousers, admiring the way he shivered in anticipation when I undressed.I stepped out of my pant legs, but my panties were still on.I walked up behind him and rubbed my cock against his ass until he moaned regularly, until I couldn't stand the fabric between us anymore.I pulled off his panties, bent down to help him take them off completely, and I didn't forget to pinch his right buttocks.He screamed and ducked away.

I straightened up and rubbed my fingertips where I pinched, kissing the back of his neck.His legs trembled. "When was the last time you ate?" I don't know how I thought to ask this question, but it's too Amon-esque - destroying the perfect erotic atmosphere, just to make sure I have eaten lunch.

"I'm very good."

I pinched his ass. "I didn't ask that."

"Earlier. I had a snack."

I run my hands up his waist, feeling every indentation in his ribs, and then his chest.I clamped his nipples with my ring finger and little finger and twisted them.

"My God," he cried, "please."

"I don't want you to pass out while I'm fucking you," I whispered, sucking the side of his neck like a vampire.

He turned towards me. "I know where I can get my protein."

He got down on his knees, ripped off my panties, and took my cock inside.I gasped as the wet, hot mouth wrapped around me.He freed one hand to play with my balls and put my cock between his tongue and palate, licking the underside of it.He rubbed his lips against the foreskin, twirling the tip of his tongue along the folds.Next, he swallowed deeper, and the exposed head of the cock hit his palate and fell to the ground, making my thighs tremble.

"It's so cool." I stroked his hair with one hand and said.I love the sound he makes when he sucks my cock - low whimpers full of desire, as if he doesn't want enough.His saliva ran down my penis and onto his balls as I thrust his mouth back and forth.I gripped his shoulders with both hands, fingers dug into the muscles.

He shrunk his cheeks and mouthed me hard.

Feeling the tightness in my balls, I gasped and barely managed to come out of his throat.I touched his shoulder with my fingertips. "stand up."

"Hmm," he mumbled, before opening his mouth wide and taking the full nine inch length of my cock in his mouth.The tip of his nose is against my pubic hair.I grabbed his shoulders harder and I came.The head of my cock was right up against his throat and I shot all the cum in, then I pulled my cock out so he could catch his breath.He curled up on the floor and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I was out of breath but knew I had to keep going.His cock was swollen, watery, and almost purple.I stepped out of my panties, pulled his arms and lifted him up, facing the wall again. "What do you want?" I asked.

"Fuck me."

My dick is still drooping.I put two fingers out and put them on his lips.He immediately opened his mouth, sucked it in, and sucked the two fingers wet.I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue licking my finger, and then pulled it out again. "Spread your legs."

He spread his legs wide.I put my slippery fingers in his entrance and slowly penetrated.He hissed at the initial burning pain, then relaxed and his sphincter stretched.I found his prostate and pressed my fingers against it, making him shudder.He stretched his hands over his head and pressed them against the wall, tightening his fingers tightly, as if trying to scrape the paint off the wall.He twisted his ass back in circles, meeting every thrust I had.

I let him enjoy my fingers until my cock became hard again before pulling my hand away.By this time he had spread his legs wide, wriggling and begging me.

I stretched out my hand, stroked his penis a few times, and walked away to get the loose tail whip on the bed. "Stay still," I said.

Before he had the energy to think about anything other than this order, I swung my whip and hit him on the shoulder.

He let out a long sigh in a trembling voice.I swung the whip again.The whip tassel didn't take it back after beating the flesh cleanly, but wrapped it around his shoulders.His muscles tense. "Sorry," I said, "Fuck, Amon, I'm so sorry."

"It's all right," he said, "try again."

"If I—"

"Come on. Stand easy. Remember your whip pattern."

The word "8" is waved, and the backhand is chopped downward. Wave the word "8" and raise your hand to pick it.Forehand jab.Backhand jab. The word "8" is waved. The word "8" is waved.

"Not bad." Amon said. "But you've got to hit the flesh with the swing. Now you're just rubbing the tassel at me."

I wailed. "This demonstration is sure to go to new heights. Everyone will see that I'm at a loss and don't know what to do. Last year you used three kinds of loose tail whips on me, and I haven't even figured out how to use one whip. "

He turned and said, "The people at the party are not here to learn how to use a whip, they are here to watch a demonstration of trust between a master and a slave. We are performing on stage, not conducting a workshop②. This means Just let us go our own way."

Note ②: workshop, an interactive teaching form in the field of modern management, has a certain training effect.

"It just doesn't feel right. I shouldn't have whipped you."

"Why shouldn't it be?"

I shrug. "You are attacking."

"Today you are me."

"But I don't want to be." I didn't want to say this in such a pitiful tone. "It was fun at first, but now I want to be myself. I want you to show me what to do."

"I can still teach you now." He said in my voice, but unexpectedly deep and powerful.

I stare.

"Say to me 'turn and face the wall'," he ordered.

"Turn around," I said.

"No." He crossed his arms.

"Turn around." I repeated, louder this time.

My own pair of eyes stared at me, and there was a look of defiance in them.I am very frustrated.Why can't he listen to me?

I opened my mouth to roar, and closed it again.Amon never yelled at me.Not even when I was in a state of lawlessness.Even if I yelled at him first.

I thought about my reasons for sometimes refusing to obey him: I was angry, I was scared, I was stupid and desperate to see what I could push him into.

I'm scared.

This is often the crux of the matter.My anger stems from fear.Forcing him—again out of fear.I was afraid that he would lose his temper, that he would go away.I have to sound him out and make sure I don't induce him to do what I really fear he will do.

Amon was afraid of losing his usual control of the situation, just as I was afraid that I was in control of the situation.He pretended not to care, but I could tell from the tense muscles, the rolling of his throat.Part of his fear might be because of me—a fear that I would be overwhelmed by responsibility.But mostly for himself.

I have to let him know that things are going to work out.

I put a hand on his shoulder.It's not grabbing, and it's not pushing. "Turn around and face the wall, please," I whispered, with the confidence that he would obey me.Our eyes met.On his face, I saw relief and sudden calm.He must have seen that look every time I surrendered to him.I squeezed his shoulder and he turned his back.

"Raise your hand."

He raised his hands above his head, palms pressed against the wall, legs spread. "Fine." I said, caressing his back.He arched to fit my palm.There was a surge of warmth in my heart, a desire to protect.

He gave trust, and I must not live up to that trust.

I raised the whip and flicked it lightly, the movement was very casual, I didn't think much about how to move my wrist or where the whip should hit.I swung my whip like I knew how to do it.The whip spike hit him on the shoulder blade.He tensed up in pain at first, then relaxed again.

I swung the whip in a figure-eight motion, hitting him twice each round.Gradually, a small sound came out of his throat, his muscles stopped tense, and he began to actively cater to him.I sneak a glance at his cock, watching it lift its head in satisfaction.

My own is also hard.

I maintained this rhythm until he tiptoed to his feet.I knew he wanted to be whipped up his ass, terribly.

I have also had such an experience.

I gave in to him and lashed both of his buttocks with the whip.He took a deep breath, arched his back, and lifted his hips so that his buttocks were separated, and I could see the hole in the middle.

I put down my whip.

"More?" he begged. "I beg you?"

"Later," I said, turning him to face me. "Go to the party and continue."

He lifts his chin.I kissed him.He pressed against me, trembling slightly.I ran my hands over his back, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.I just made this patch of skin pink—a level that goes away on the way to Luciana's house.

Our cocks were pressed together, he rubbed against mine.I suddenly remembered how much fun it was to use Amon's muscles to lift things in the kitchen this morning.

I lift him up.

he called out.I shushed and took him to the bed and put him down.Originally curled up, he stretched out his slender limbs, lay on the bed, and looked straight at me.

I rushed over.

***

We were supposed to be on stage at ten o'clock, behind a show called Rodeo.The so-called "table" is just a part of the basement entertainment room that Luciana calls the "big room", which is surrounded by tape on the floor, and there are several rows of folding chairs in front of it.

We stayed in the restaurant for a while, gobbling crab horns and talking to people we knew.I was thrilled to see a slave named Alex coming with his master, Mr. Steve.Alex is straight-talking and a little socially awkward, but once you get to know him well, he's super fun.I was about to run over to talk to him when I suddenly remembered that I was Amon now.Amon didn't have a special relationship with Alex, so I just watched Alex walk towards us, gave me a cold nod, and chatted with the real Amon .But Amon really pretended to be like that.Alex was talking to him in such a nonsensical manner that he actually answered.

Around nine o'clock, we went to the basement to see a band called "Pain Tide" perform.They make instruments out of various BDSM props - and of course a guitar.A dude jingles the chains on his wrists and ankles; a woman slaps the surface of a spanking stool with a pair of riding whips; She could tap their butts in time to the tune.

After "Tide of Pain" played "Rain of Sticks and Sticks", I leaned towards Amon. "How are you?"

"Fortunately."

"not nervous?"

He shook his head. "As long as you're like before, I'm not nervous."

I grinned. "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

He does.I dropped a bar of chocolate into his mouth - the one I had taken from the dessert table earlier.

"Get some endorphins," I say.

He put his chin on my shoulder, chewed for a few seconds, and then we were straight again in our seats. The "Riding Rodeo" has begun.