I couldn't say it… I just couldn't… but I had to!
"You better tell me, beauty, or you'll regret it… I promise…"
Somehow, I knew she wasn't kidding… "I… I… you're going to… whip me…"
"Punish you… say it…"
"You're going to punish me…"
"Crucify you…"
I swallowed hard.
The sweat began to break out on my forehead.
"You're going to punish me…"
"That's right…"
Now, her fingers were working their way up to my nipples… and squeezing them.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder…
"Ohhhhh…"
She watched my face as it twisted in pain.
"Yes, that's right… now… ask me to whip you… come on… ask me…"
"I…"
"Come on…"
I tried to hold off as much as I could, but the more I did, the more she pulled at my nipples…
She was relentless…
And she wanted me to ask her to whip me…
I knew if I did I was a goner…
So I resolved not to…
But I didn't think I could hold out from this torture… for much longer…
And then she really went to work on my tits… squeezing them as hard as she possibly could, nearly ripping them right off my tits!
"Ohhhhhhh… shit…"
"You want me to stop?"
"Ohhhhh… yes… please… please…"
"It's very easy… all you have to do is say it…"
I couldn't hold out any longer.
It was way too painful.
She was pinching them and twisting them and driving me out of my head!
"Oohhhh… yes… yes… whip me… whip me please…"
She looked at me with a look of severe triumph on her face.
She'd won and she knew it.
Whip me.
I'd said the magic words.
I'd actually asked her to please hurt me!
I couldn't believe it…
And when she let go of my tits, my entire body seemed to slump in relief…
She knew how to make me feel good, that was for sure…
She really did!
And now, she slowly took the whip from between her legs, as if she were drawing a giant sword from a sheath, and swirled it around a couple of times in front of her, still smiling, knowing what she was going to do to me was going to hurt me so much!
Now, she took one step back and savored by still untouched, unravaged body.
God, her eyes could drive me crazy!
She drank me in…
And her mouth was dripping with hungry saliva!
Then, I knew it was going to happen…
I knew there was no way out of it…
She raised that whip, and locked eyes with me, holding it over one shoulder.
Then, she did the most incredible thing!
She blew a kiss at me!
Yes…
Can you believe it?
She blew me a kiss, and while her lips were still puckered, looking for all the world like the most luxurious asshole, she slashed down with that thing… coming down hard and fast right across my body…
It was incredible…
Really…
The bite of that whip was like nothing I'd ever felt before.
You know, they say a woman can be much crueler than a man, and until this very moment I had no idea how right they were…
But it was true…
She was cruel…
Much crueler than Clifford… could ever be.
She was beating me with that whip in criss-cross fashion, right across my tits… across my hot nipples, the ones I'd pleaded with her to stop twisting with her fingers.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire, right?
Right!
I mean, she was going crazy…
Lashing me…
And not holding back, or pulling back or anything.
It was obvious she meant to hurt me… that she was not going to stop until she'd completely devastated me…
And as much as I thought I was going to be able to withstand the torture and the torment of her lash…
There was just no way, really…
In a couple of seconds my body was twisting with the pain of it…
She was working me up to within an inch of my sanity…
My temperature was rising…
And my breathing was becoming heavier… and louder…
"Take that, bitch…" he said loudly as she brought the lash down on me…
And it was all I could do to cry out in pain.
"No…please… no more… I'll do anything… You're killing me… no more… please…"
But that pleading of mine only seemed to fuel her fire…
She was hotter than ever, and really going for it… She looked at me, moving her eyes from my eyes to my tits, surveying the damage and how it was affecting me…
And she was obviously quite taken with the way she was making me cry out…
"Yes…" she murmured… "So beautiful… yes…"
"Ohhhh…"
I was openly pleading with her not to do it so hard…
Not to hurt me.
I don't know if my pleas got to her or what, but she began to spread out the lashings…
And in some crazy kind of way, it was a relief… it was a relief not to have to feel it so hard in my hot bosom…
But it was just as bad to feel it working it's way down my stomach.
And that's when I realized she wasn't going to stop…
Until I was completely marked!
Until she'd done a complete job over every inch of my body…
None of it was going to escape.
None.
She was going to mince-meat me…
And now I started to get some vague idea of what a crucifixion was actually like.
Over and over she let that whip come down, using it with an amazing amount of pressure… looking where it had landed, measuring with her eyes how much more I needed, and seemingly oblivious now to my constant cries for pain.
It didn't take long for me to start crying. I mean, I'm such a crybaby to begin with… but this was ridiculous…
I was bawling and twisting… getting punished for something of which I had no idea what I'd done to deserve…
And the more I took it the more she came down…
She was going to show me!
And she was…
Showing me all right…
That I deserved this…
That I really deserved it…
And now I was paying…
For a crime I had no idea I had committed!
Slash!!!
Whhiissshhhhh!
Swwwwiissshhhhhh!!!
It was absolutely incredible…
I just couldn't get over it…
The more she hit me the more I took…
And now…
My legs…
My lovely, unmarked legs…
They were next…
They were going to get it next, and I was going to have to bear it…
My pretty, milky skin… that I was so careful with… that I took such care with… were now going to be beaten!
And the pain…
The pain of leg beating…
It was among the most severe I'd ever felt… without the fatty tissue of my thighs or my tits or my ass… my legs really got a full dose…
So incredible…
And she knew it.
Yes, she knew it all right… and kept on working me, until I was sure I was going to come…
At least that's how I felt.
I thought there was no way on Earth I wasn't going to spend…
Under her incredible ministrations.
For she was an expert with the whip…
Loving it the way I was getting it, even though I don't know where she learned it… I don't know how she managed to get to be such an incredible expert with the lash…
But an expert she was…
And she knew how to handle it…
She was just on fire with it…
And sure enough, what had begun as pain… as incredible pain, was slowly turning, under the most trying conditions, into something else…
Something pleasurable…
Something quite pleasurable…
And I was loving that…
Loving the way she was working me…
Loving the pain I was receiving…
Yes…
Loving the pain!
Maybe that's what was meant by having some kind of high threshold…
And by being addicted to the world of sex where one person dominates another.