I know that it is not up to me how hard my dom will treat me, but we agreed on a “stop” word, and all the time I am pushing myself not to use it.

I know that it is not up to me how hard my dom will treat me, but we agreed on a “stop” word, and all the time I am pushing myself not to use it.

Look Here, This Side Need To Get Worked Over A Bit More&Amp;Hellip;&Amp;Hellip;.

You Keep Me Here Now For A While. I Wonder What Hurts More, The Whip Or My Stretched Arms?

The Whipping Has Stopped But I Am Still Stretched Out, My Hands Tied Over My Head, Waiting For The Things To Happen. I Can’t See You But I Can Sense Your Presence And I Can Hear You Fiddling Around With Some Stuff. What Are You Up To With Me?

My Hands Still Tied, I Am Sitting Here Waiting For The Things To Come. I Feel Rather Pre-Cooked, Ready For Your Next Move.

You Dragged Me Here Across The Cold Floor. My Battered Skin Hurts A Bit In A Very Pleasant Fashion, Ready To Take On More Torturing. What Are You Waiting For?

Now I Feel What You Mean. First My Skin Is Turned Into Raw Meat And Now You Are Placing Clamps On The Most Sensitive Spots. Well, Please Go On, Bring On More Clamps.

More Clamps, Please&Amp;Hellip;.

There Is Still Place For More Clamps, So, Can Have Some More, Please?

I Feel A Growing Density Of Clamps On My Skin, Please Go On&Amp;Hellip;..

Time Is An Important Factor, I Can Tell That From My Own Experience Now. The First Clamps Are Now On My Skin For About One Hour And I Am Shaking All Over Now.

I Have Still Some Spots Without Clamps On My Skin, So Bring On More Clamps!

Slowly But Steadily I Get Covered With Clamps. Do You Have More?

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