at my outburst. I jerk again trying to escape the kiss of her whip on my cunt only to find that she anticipated my reaction and landed her stroke on my back. the chain connecting my clamped nipples dance between my breast performing a torture of their own. " please, no more, please" I cry as the fire continues to rain. stroke after stroke continue to land alternating between my ass, back and cunt making me dance for her delight. It takes me a moment to comprehend that the whipping has stopped. I can hear myself moaning wondering if that is
really me. I suck in a gush of air and slowly release it trying to gather my bearings. The heat of her hand can be felt on my skin adding a fire of their own as she softly traces the markings of her gift to my body. " good girl" she whispers "good girl" a pleasure unexplainable fills me as I bask in her praise "thankYou Mistress thankyou" Lifting the chin to the clamps she teases " shall we take these off" knowing full well the pain is greater coming off ....... |
