"Are you sure about this...?"
Your voice was hushed, a little nervous and hesitant. I brushed back your hair knowing the strands must be ticklish on the bottom of your face, and with you restrained obviously unable to do so yourself. You did look oh so good on that St. Andrews Cross, tied up wrist and ankle with your back and ass pulled tight to the wood.
"Don't worry baby girl, I'm sure they'll enjoy it as much as you do. Plus, with the mask it's not like anyone will know it's you." I whispered the last into your ear, my lips very lightly brushing across the outside edge and your earlobe as I speak. I enjoyed watching you quiver at that, your form barely covered by a sheer baby doll, clearly several sizes too small as it did little to cover anything really. "Alright, shall we begin?" I asked with a smile.
You nodded your head at me, giving assent to what you knew would happen. The leather crop sounded out against your skin with the distinct sound of hitting flesh, your voice letting out a small moan of pain.
"Are you ready to admit to the world what you are?" I asked in a low voice, pausing to hear your response.
"No!" You cried back at me, "I'm just a normal girl!"
I tsked at that, shaking my head and striking out again with the crop again and again. Your cries invigorated me, my excitement clearly visible to you as you looked down towards my groin.
"You know this will continue until you admit it, slut. To me, to yourself, to the world. Only then will you be totally honest, only then will you receive your reward. And you already know the truth so why bother denying it, hmm?" I continued to strike you, only stopping again when large portions of your chest, hips, stomach and thigs almost glowed red.
"Well?" I asked again.
You seemed almost vacant, just letting out soft moans of agony every time I struck out. Slowly you spoke, almost as if against your will; "I'm just a dirty little cum dump for Daddy..."
"Louder!" I yelled at you, hitting you again with the crop, hard.