By Louetta

The pain of being whipped.



The joy of being whipped, whipped hard, over and over and over.
I'm as helpless as I've ever been in my life. He can do whatever
he wants to me. My body drips with sweat and my eyes fill with
tears. Yet I never think of trying to get away, trying to get
away from the sweet suffering that he offers me with every stroke
of the whip. I struggle desperately and the more I do the more
the handcuffs cut my wrists until little streaks of blood begin
to trickle down my forearms. Little streaks of blood appear
around each nipple as the force of the whip cuts into the soft
skin that surrounds them.

Over and over he hits me. On and on I feel the pain. Slowly inch
by inch my courage slips away and now I scream every time he hits
me. Every time he hits me. My breasts. My full, round, eager
young breasts. Soft, white, tender in the heat of the sun. I
shiver with fear, weep with pain, my body hot with passion. My
cunt is wet and aching, the smell of sex from my own body is
intoxicating.

Over and over I hear the whistle of the whip through the air and
feel the crack of the blow against my skin, feel the pain as the
wide strip of leather cuts cruelly into my bosom. I feel the
shock of the blow, the leap of my body against its bonds, the
writhing with the pain. The searing pain which spreads from the
site of the fine red welt and registers throughout my whole
helpless body, the cry that escapes my lips, the silent plea for
mercy. Every thing around me seems to fade away. All thoughts of
time recede. I know pain in every inch of my body. I can no
longer control the fear that wells up inside me. Nothing I've
ever experienced has been as bad as this. My heart is pounding,
pounding, racing out of control.

My body thrashes from side to side with each blow, over and over
and over, I cry out for mercy, I plead for help, I scream for
relief, from the searing pain, from the increasing numbness that
invades my whole body, my senses dim, colors fade, sounds become
a hollow rush, I see flashes of light,  every sensation fades
away except the excruciating pain in my tits that gets worse and
worse and worse as he hits me again and again and again and I
scream and I cry and I scream and I cry and I scream and I cry.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com

