A view from the bottom.
Im naked, your fully dressed, i stand in the room of doom waiting, "wrists" and i offer them to you, and i study you as you secure the cuffs, theres that look i love so very much, its a look of determination, as your eyes reach mine i see that glimpse in your eye, that grin, oh i know these looks, they are the looks of someone who is going to enjoy causing pain.
A ball gag is put into my mouth, im not a fan of this gag, its the drooling, i hate the drooling.
You have me raise my arms, and attach the cuffs to the suspension hook, i watch as you crank it up so im on my tippy toes, you walk to the far wall where the whips, floggers and other various 'tools' are, i wander if your deliberating over what to use, or have you already decided but your enjoying my anticipation, knowing in my head im thinking "no, not that one" or "please, please, pick that one", do you enjoy hearing my sigh of frustration as you pick what you know im not keen on? or my "mmmm" as you pick a favourite?
The leather multi tailed whip it is then, thats a mmmmm, i love watching you as you walk back over to me, there is a hint of a smile on your face, and im grinning back at you, you move behind me, and im waiting, i think you like to keep me waiting, wandering when that first one is coming, no matter how prepared i am, its still a shock when that first one comes.....and when it does, i jerk in my bonds, its a good hurt, you change to the bullwhip, moving slowly around me, im struggling, really struggling now.
You stop, watching as you walk over to the draws, clamps, im pretty sure its going to be clamps and im right, oh, 2 sets, i groan, you chuckle as your hand reaches between my legs, im so very wet, i strain my body against your hand, so close, so very close but you pull it away, a sharp intake of breath as you apply the clamps to my labia, you tug on the chains, tightening them, im trying to pull away now.
Your hands play with my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples before the 2nd set of clamps are put on, you stand back, studying me, i wander what are you thinking right now? is it whether or not to continue the whipping?, moving me to a different piece of equipment? i get my answer as you go back to the draw to retrieve some weights, and attach them to the chain from the clamps, first the labia, and you get the first cries of pain from me as you suddenly drop the chain, then repeating to the clamps on my tits, my muffled screams bringing a satisfied look to your face.
You choose a cane and as the cane strikes the front of my thighs, my body writhes and as it does so the chains swing, sending the weights rocking,so many different sensations, im trying to focus on the caning, but the pain from the weights is distracting me from enjoying it as much as i would like.
Blow after blow, stomach, thighs, then moving behind me my ass is next, harder now, just how i like it, rhythmic and i orgasm as you continue until im gone, floating, each strike sending me further and further away into that happy place.
I dont know for how long it went on, its a blur, im still floating when you release me, and put me to my knees, your cock invading my mouth, pushing down my throat, hands gripping my head, holding it firmly when i try to pull away to get air, i contain my panic and adjust, breathing steadily, eager for your release.
Finished, you adjust your clothing, as i kneel there, exhausted, sore, but yet very, very satisfied, "look in the mirror" you say, i dont want, to, i ask to stay where i am, but he insists, slowly i get up, wincing at the tenderness between my legs, in the mirror i see a body covered in welts, some cuts from the whip and cane that have drawn blood, im thinking to myself what a mess, concern, uncertainty is on my face at what im seeing, he comes up behind me, his hands tracing over the marks "beautiful".