Real Life Stories - September 2004

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I was instructed to go to her bedroom and undress. I did. She joined me there about an hour later. She handcuffed me to a large wooden load-bearing support beam that ran through an upstairs hallway just outside the bedroom. She then placed the most excruciatingly painful metal (office supply) alligator clips on my nipples乳头 — the tip of the breast. It was an erotic sort of pain but so severe I could barely think or see straight. I recall she asked if they hurt like hell. I said yes. She said something like, "Good, they're supposed to"!

Then she whipped the living tar out of me. I was supposed to count the lashes out loud. I could not have done a very good job at counting though because this was no playful foreplay session involving 10 or 12 half-hearted lashes. No not at all! She really tore into me with everything she had. I counted 47 lashes in the end, but realistically I could have been way off because I was deliriously begging for mercy long before we even got close to that number.

I fell asleep on a couch with the CB-2000 still attached. However, when I woke up in the morning it was unlocked. I flew home -- rather soar in the seat all the way, but I was strangely proud and satisfied that I had taken my deserved punishment. I mean, I had at least taken Rachael's contribution to my punishment.