She was grateful for the ropes and the cuffs supporting her. Standing, spread eagle, her knees were weak from all the attention He had been giving her. She knew that she would not be able to stand if it weren't for the restraints holding her. Her body ached from head to toe. Not just from the impact to her ass, back, tits and pussy that she had received from His deft, nimble hands, but also from the floggers and riding crops that her body had experienced as well as her want, no the NEED, that she had at that moment, to feel His thick hard cock in one of her orifices, ANY of them. She would love it if He would penetrate all three of her holes but knew that was not feasible.
Her ass was on fire from the beating it had received and her pussy was on fire with desire, need, to be impaled by His massive cock. She knew that her body was showing welts and she was grateful to wear them with pride. She was glad that she was His and would take anything that He was willing to dole out.
She had been brought close to exploding several times, but every time He got her close to orgasm He would back off. She also knew that she not dare cum without explicit permission from Him or the torment would continue and she would not be allowed to feel Him deep inside her. That would disappoint her more because of knowing that she had displeased and disappointed Him. He was the center of her world. He was her world. Doing anything that disappointed Him or displeased Him would devastate her. She entrusted herself to Him to the very core of her being and He knew that and they both knew that He would NEVER intentionally do anything that would bring harm to her emotionally or permanent physical damage. That level of trust and desire is critical in BDSM and they both knew it. Every time He told His little slut how happy He was with her she was so pleased she could hardly restrain herself.