This is a jointly written post by myself, Bee Keeper and Euclidean Point discussing our first experiences in a co-topping scene. Being co-topped is when you have more than one Top or Dominant, working together on a submissive or bottom. To say it intensifies the scene is probably a bit of an understatement!
Bee’s experience
We had been planning this for a long time. Spoken online mostly with an odd lunch or dinner thrown in along the way. We all had fantasies we wanted to explore and here, now, was our chance to fulfil at least some of them.
It’s been a busy weekend with lots of things to cram in. In a way that suits us, we just want to get a feel for each other. How we work together and this time around we’d have full communication. This time around stop means stop and no means no.
I walk out of the shower, not quite as ready as I thought I’d be. My period arriving this morning has thrown me out of sync a little. Worried about my inability to process the pain, worried the cramping would make every flinch uncomfortable.
What awaits me on the bed is a sight. So many implements laid out ready and waiting. The looks on thier faces is a picture. Each sitting waiting in a chair, appraising me as I walk towards you, my near nakedness making me feel conspicuous.
You ask me to sit on the desk, I nervously perch as you make sure I’m happy. A hand on my knee, you remind me we can stop at any point I need to.
I stand up, my collar and cuffs are applied. My bra is removed. Apparently my nipples will be their first target. The suckers are applied ‘to make them nice and sensitive for later’. I am bent over the desk, the next target ready and waiting.
Implement after implement used, floggers initially, then birchers, then paddles before building up to my nemesis…the cane. My arse changing from cool white to red hot. Their words discussing me, planning their next move as if I wasn’t there, the high fives given over my back when I squeaked in the right way.
About halfway through the onslaught on my arse I’m stood upright. The suckers removed, my nipples pulled and twisted before a pair of clamps are attached. I’m bent over the desk again and rope secured my ankles to the foot of the desk to stop me wriggling too much as things become more intense.
Slaps to my inner thighs have me twisting in my bonds. Turns are taken to look into my eyes as the other dishes out blows, looking into my eyes to see my reaction to the pain. An arse cheek each is allocated to see which could be turned redder. My disinterest in pinwheels tested as it is run across my reddened skin. I now understand it’s value as I suck air through my teeth as it bites into the welts made by the cane.
Now I’ve been beaten and marked in a way I’d never managed before the nipple clamps are removed and my breasts paddled and slapped. Cuffed wrists held behind me, collar held in place so I can’t watch. Feeling her body pressing against mine, taking all my effort not to press myself into her more.
She turns to him and asked if he thought I deserved to get to suck his cock. Thankfully he said yes. She looks me deep in my eyes and asks me to describe what he likes. Every time I pause my face is slapped, gently at first then getting harder. The humiliation stings but with each slap my cunt gives me away, aching with desire.
Pushed to my knees, she then pushed my head down onto his cock, gagging as I take his full length repeatedly in my throat. Alternating between having my nipples played with and having my arse spanked, keeping me enthusiastically sucking his cock until I taste his cum on my tongue.
And with that I’m told it’s time to dress for dinner, my orgasm could wait for another time.
Euclidean Point’s experience
I’m regularly a dominant partner, but this was my first experience of co-topping and giving erotic pain and I’d do both again in a heartbeat. I’m familiar with that delicious moment of anticipation before an implement is used for impact play, but until now it has been on the receiving end. To wield that power over a willing partner, to feel the anticipation in the room as she holds her breath waiting for the next stroke, to look into her eyes while you suggest to her Sir that he might just want to give her another whack, was an amazing and super hot experience. But the one that gets me every time I think of it is holding Bee with her back against me, with the D-rings of her wrist cuffs in one hand and a ring of her collar in the other, as her Sir slapped her breasts, and feeling her whole body flinch against mine with every impact. I can’t wait to see where our arrangement takes us next.
Bee Keeper’s experience
What started originally as a simple tweet quickly snowballed into what became an extremely heated evening. Having someone join us for something that, up until now, had been a fairly private thing only added to the excitement and, by the end, enjoyment. I quickly found that we had very compatible thoughts on how to “play” with Bee, agreeing on which implements to use and where or how to use them. What did come as surprise, although not unexpectedly, was the enjoyment of sitting back and watching the scene. Without interrupting the flow, without losing control, I had full faith that I could trust my partner in crime and step back to allow her to explore. I can only say I look forward to seeing what’s next in this journey of fun.