Author Note: I brought home several items from our trip to the Costume Shop, and I’ve been enjoying having Mike dress up, all month long. Hope you enjoy too! ~G

I gently glide the cold leather flogger over the heated skin of Mike’s ass. His skimpy gladiator skirt is flipped up so I have a clear view of his pale skin as he’s bent over the side of the bed. He’s positioned so his chest is on the mattress and his feet are on the ground, bent over to present his ass to me.

“Holding up ok?” I ask, and I receive a muffled moan and a shaky nod from Mike. His arms twitch where they’re bound behind his back, and I imagine he tried to give a thumbs up. I swing the flogger back and he tenses as he feels the air shift, though it does little to lessen the sting when I hit him. He gasps and squirms at the strike, but I’m not done with him. I trail the flogger over the raised skin before delivering a rapid handful of harsh strikes on his ass and thighs. Mike’s cock is erect despite the pain, and I’m glad he’s enjoying himself. I notice he rubs himself ever so slightly against the bed every time he’s hit, but that only spurs me on to hit him harder in punishment. Mike wriggles against the bed and strains against his bindings, but there’s nowhere for him to escape.

I marvel at how beautiful Mike looks right now – utterly wrecked and panting. He buries his face against the bed, which is no doubt covered in tears. His trapped cock pulses underneath him, and he grinds his hips down harder to find friction. It’s a fruitless endeavor though, because I don’t let Mike’s actions go unpunished. Another smack is delivered to his sensitive ass, making him flinch and cry out. Nothing else happens for a moment, giving Mike a false sense of security before I bring the flogger down in a series of six more stinging slaps descending in quick succession.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he moans, pathetic little punched out sounds leave his raw throat, but that only encourages me to go harder.

Mike’s breathing comes faster as the stinging slaps on his heated flesh come quicker and harder. It comes as a surprise to me when his climax hits. I watch in amazement as his whole body spasms as he pumps his hips and cock against the bed. He spurts across his gladiator skirt and the bed sheets, some dripping onto his thighs. Mike yells and claws his fingers into the rope at his wrists, head rolling from side to side as his cock pulses and waves of pure pleasure throbs through him. He finally collapses across the sheets, moaning weaky. His voice sounds torn from all the moaning and screaming, but I think he sounds amazing. He pants and twitches in exhaustion, and it brings me great joy to see him jump when I rub the flogger against his ass again. He tries to turn his head back to look at me, but the angle doesn’t allow him to make eye contact.

“You didn’t think this is over just because you came, did you?”

“Please,” Mike mumbles, nearly indecipherable. I rub his back comfortingly for a moment, but I still have more to give him.

I know he’s a good boy. I know he’ll take all I can give.