The air is so cold in here, it's like ice went through a shredder and was pumped through the air conditioner. My teeth are chattering and I'm squirming, it's probably not actually super cold. My skin's most likely feeling the cold more due to my nudity and my frustration.
The nudity I'm fine with, more than fine with actually, especially since not wearing clothes opens up so many opportunites for sexy fun both by myself and with Master. But the frustration is due to something I'm not fine with, it is due to my Master strapping my wrists to my ankles and then to the uncomfortable wooden box beneath me. He said "Keep your knees wide apart and don't try to touch yourself."
Well I'm not touching myself like he said but why the fuck is he making me wait so long? And to top of how frustrating this is just before he left, right after he strapped me in, Master pinched my nipples oh so hard and pulled them until they stung and then he kept pulling and started twisting until I moaned.
Then he left.
The door creaks and I sigh in relief, he's finally back.
I look to the doorway and see him walk in, he's wearing straight legged, black jeans and a dark blue T-shirt, his forearms aren't covered so I get to run my eyes along each vein pulsing in his arms. I bite my lip and know my nipples are hardening.
He looks down at me as he comes close, running his soft fingertips over my thigh, then he goes to the brackets mounted to the wall and picks out 2 black floggers. Turning back, he starts spinning the floggers in each hand, he steps closer and closer and closer then lets the spinning leather strips of the flogger in his left hand touch my arm.
They only sting a tiny little bit, but he moves behind me. Each flogger still spinning.
Then the leather strips connect gently with my breasts and I take in a deep breath, this is going to start hurting very quickly.
Tips of leather lash at the underside of my breasts but he soon moves them up and they lick at my nipples like knives. A sharp intake of air, a wince on my face and I know it's just begun. I shake a bit and with each loud crackle of floggs on my cold and sensitive skin a high, pained, breathy sound tumbles from my lips.
My teeth clench and a sort of wet sucking sound comes from my mouth as the floggs move down my stomach, back up my breasts to sting worse than his earlier pinching, then back to my stomach just to go up to my breasts and nipples again. My eyes squeeze shut and I breath quickly and unevenly. Master aims and the next lashes of his floggers land on my inner thighs, just millimeters away from my vagina and my eyes open tightly and I whimper.
I pull lightly at my restraints as my whole torso begins to sting. He hits the frayed ends of the floggers right above my vagina and drags them up my body, he hits me again with the terrible leather strips and drags them up me again, and again.
Master strikes my bare knees with them, then strikes my lower inner thigh, then my upper thigh, then just above my vagina and drags them along my body to my tits and then quickly jerks his leather tools off me just to bring them back down, hard, right on my nipples. And I gasp, "Ahh, ahh, ahh. Ah. ah."
He starts hitting me harder with them and I pull harder at the small chain attaching my wrist straps to my ankle straps.
"Whip me harder daddy!" I beg, relishing in the brilliant pain his leather lashes sear into me. He starts alternating his lashes, left flogger claws at my stomach, right flogger scratches my thigh. I push my crotch up, lifting my ass off the box to tell him my dripping vagina needs to be punished too.
Master brings his right flogger down so hard at my breasts, going across so the knife like leather flicks over both my nipples. Then the left flogger comes down the same way by from the other side. Then they both smash down hard at my vagina.
