He must have been considering me, curled into a ball yet paradoxically exposed for him. A drop of warm, cooling spit dripped onto my chest from what must have been his protruding cock.
He got off the bed and I gathered my senses, the pain of my ass and legs competing now with the burn of my lungs and the growing gnaw of ache from my arms.
A pause.
Uncertain length, but respite and consideration for both Master and subject.
The music played, calming and gorgeous, and he must have lit some wax melts, the camomile scent beginning to permeate the bedroom.
“Have,” he began, and with a whack a leathery multi-threaded whip hit me between my legs, vertical, between ass cheeks and asshole, my cunt, licking between them and curling behind me, between bed and my ass.
“You,” a repeated stroke, harder, slightly to one side, starting to hurt, Master had found his range.
“Done,” and again, this time there came a vicious, full blooded lash which made me jerk in a spasm of welling pain and come to rest on my side, freakishly jerking my legs and pulling the tight bound wrists with them, to avoid more strokes and the arcing pain where he had struck my very labia.
“It,” this time across my exposed, rounded ass, unable to move away anymore, instead limited to just jerking my butt out of the way of the next flail
“Again?” and finally, with a ferocity that reduced me to a crying, screaming mess of tears and tied together, struggling limbs, a lash which curled wickedly from the side of me between my cheeks and stung my clenching pussy.
I lost control.
My bladder weakened, the shameful dribble poured between my gaping open lips, the position rendering my unprotected vulva a parted, open thing.
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