Real Stories - September/October 2007

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She paused for quite a few smokes during the session and each time after a few relaxing puffs, she'd slowly and sensuously approach my agonized body with an exaggeratedly sexual movement, as if to taunt me with the contrast of extreme beauty and merciless cruelty. She’d then carefully place the burning end into the chosen area, drawing deeply on the cigarette each time to ensure it was red-hot.

In between these tortures, she'd casually saunter around behind me and then quite viciously thrash my back and backside with a sort of heavy flexible riding crop马鞭 — a short whip. It never even occurred to me she possessed such a brutal instrument until she suddenly produced it from a drawer. Even the few periods when she rested for short moments, eyeing me speculatively as she relaxed back in the one chair, didn't for a moment relieve my torment. Adding to the pain of her torture was the constant agony of the tight bondage捆绑 — being tied or restrained I'd placed myself in.

In a normal situation, even without the torture, the pain of my bondage捆绑 — being tied or restrained would have long since had me signaling desperately for the Mistress女主人 — a woman who leads a submissive partner to untie me. Now I could only hang there helplessly, with no prospect of release, as the steel and chain cut into my poor soft flesh just adding to the overall torment.