"Ouch," I yelled, "that really hurt!"
Instinctively, I pulled away, but I didn't get far. My wrists and ankles were tied to the St. Andrews cross.
"That's a wrap-around," said Haley, "and that's what can happen if you get sloppy with your aim. The ends of the flogger wrap around your body, picking up speed. So when it does hit flesh — like your breast there — it really packs a wallop."
Today was my second shift as a domme at the Hidden Chamber, and during the downtime, Mistress Haley was giving me a lesson in using some of the torture devices.
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it,"she continued. "Some people like it. But be conscious of what you're doing. To start out, aim for the butt or between the shoulder blades. Stay away from the kidneys. Got it?"
"Yes," said.
The flogger cracked against my bare ass.
"Ow!" I screamed. "That really hurt me."
"I think you mean 'yes, mistress," she said.
The flogger stung my ass again.
"Ow!" I whimpered. "Yes, mistress."
"That's better."
"This flogger is made out of cowhide," she said, "and has a medium sting and thud. The elk skin is really nice, because it's virtually all thud and no sting. Most people prefer the thud, and can take a pretty solid beating with it. The bullhide, on the other hand, has a lot of sting. Be careful with that one."
Haley untied me from the cross and I stepped down. She was a California-style blonde, with C-cup tits and a round, bouncy ass. She was a lesbian, too, but we were just friends. But it's hard not to think sexual thoughts when you're standing buck naked in front of a girl, especially after she's just beaten your ass.
"Riding crop?" Haley asked.
"Got one," I said. " I really like it."
"Very flexible tool," she continued, "excellent for when you have a smaller target — nipples, balls, tongues."
"Canes?" she asked.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "In fact, I find them kind of scary."
She picked one up, and swung it in the air. I cringed at the "whoosh whoosh" sound it made.
"They can really sting," she said. "And the pain lingers."
She sat down in a chair.
"OK," she said, "over my knee."
"Um ...," I said.
"Over my knee, Leah," said Haley, sternly.
I obeyed.
"You need to warm up the sub first with small strokes," she said.
I felt the cane hit my ass. None of the strokes hurt, but I was dreading the ones that would.
"It also builds anticipation," she continued, "because the sub knows it won't last."
The strokes stopped. Then I felt a huge sting as the cane ripped into my ass.
"Fuck," I said.
The stinging went on for several seconds before subsiding. Then I felt her hand caressing my ass.
"Such a nice ass," she said, "and now it has a lovely red mark on it."
THWACK!
"Fuck," I yelled.
"And now there's another," said Haley. "You can probably feel that I didn't hit you in the same spot. If I did, it would have been much more painful. Now, those were medium strokes. I'm going to give you a medium-hard shot — OK?"
"Yes," I said.
THWACK!
"Yes, what?" Haley asked.
"Yes, mistress," I squealed.
"Alright, that was medium-hard. Here comes hard."
That one really hurt. In fact, it knocked the breath out of me.
"Don't tighten up," she said. "Breathe through the pain. Long, slow breaths."
She was right — that helped. In fact, I was know feeling a little woozy.
I stood up.
"How do you feel," Haley asked.
"OK," I said. "A little light-headed."
"That's the endorphins." she said. "Your body reacts to the pain by producing endorphins. That's how the pain becomes fun. Now, take a look at your ass in the mirror."
I looked over my shoulder. There were several thin red lines running across my butt cheek. And one that was thicker and a deeper red.
"The thick one is a welt," said Haley. "That'll take a day or two to go away. The other lines should be gone in an hour or two."
She patted my ass, and smiled. I think she enjoyed beating me, and I had enjoyed it as well.
"One more thing," she said. "Do you know what this is?"
She held up some kind of metal pinwheel, one with about a dozen, sharp metal teeth sticking out.
"It's called a Wartenberg wheel, and it's an old time medical device," she said. "Doctors used it to test nerve sensitivity, but then we in the BDSM world realized we could use it to cause pain. Lie down on the bed and put your arms above your head."
I did as I was instructed. This thing looked fierce.
"The teeth aren't sharp enough to puncture the skin," she continued, "but they are very effective at concentrating force on a very small surface area — hence the pain."
She started up at my neck. It felt sharp, but not too bad — I guess there was enough give in the flesh up there. But then she rolled it down across my collar bone, and that hurt. Then it was down my right breast, which hurt more and more the closer she got to the nipple. She lingered on the nipple, and the pain rocketed to my brain. Then she did the left breast, and I lost my breath.
"Remember to breathe, Leah," she said.
Long, slow breaths were out of the question. I inhaled and exhaled quickly and shallowly. Then I did it again.
She rolled the pinwheel down my sternum. It hurt, but the pain was manageable. Then down my belly. That didn't hurt too much, but it left me with the sensation that I was being cut open. That image, and the endorphins, flooded my brain.
Then my pubic bone, and the pain snapped me back. She was now a scant inch above my pussy.
"What am I going to do now, Leah?" she asked.
"You .. you're going to run it over my clit."
"And do you want me to do that?"
I looked up at her. Haley was an experienced domme, and a good one. She knew I wanted her to do it, but I didn't want to admit. It was one thing to enjoy the pain, but it was something else to say I wanted it.
"Yes," I said. "Please hurt my clit, Haley."
She rolled the pinwheel downwards. The pain contorted my body. I wished that I was tied down and couldn't move.