I was awakened as I heard the lock snap at my right wrist. Before I could say a word my mouth was filled with a small hard object that was quickly fastened around the back of my head.
"Ah, blessed silence." Was the only thing I heard. Suddenly a bright light was in my eyes, as I tried to turn away, unseen hands placed a blindfold across my face. I was pulled by the shackles to my feet and walked out of the room. I walked and walked. Taking many turns, up stairs, down stairs I walked, pulled by my unseen guide. We stopped. I heard the creak of an old door opening. Inside the room we went, one blind and dumb, the other who knows. It was warmer in the room than it was during my walk. I was pulled farther, then stopped. I felt first one arm then the other fastened at about a 45-degree angle away from my sides. My upper arms were fastened as well, to keep me from falling I would guess. My ankles were fastened to the same frame.
I sensed rather than heard other people in the room. I felt two hands at my shoulders grip my light nightgown and tear downward. A breeze wafted across my bare body causing my nipples to tighten, and I felt moisture where my legs met.
After a timeless time I heard the brush, hush of leather across the floor. My body tensed. Nothing. I waited. Then as my body started to relax, it happened. The crack in the air was a song of sweet pain waiting to happen. My back lit up with multiple joys as the Flay first hit then dragged down my body. I eagerly awaited the next strike feeling even more moisture, knowing I was in for much more.
I was whipped front and back until my whole form was singing with intense pleasure. The ball in my mouth wouldn't let me scream, and somehow that made it even more intense. The flay stopped and I wondered what would be next. I didn't have long to wait. My back was suddenly on fire, all focused in one small spot. The Bullwhip! I knew that song well. My body strained against my bonds, and I felt as though I could bite through that ball just so I could join in with the tune my soul was singing. I rode the waves of Pain/Pleasure like a wild steed, wondering which of us would break first.
As the Bullwhip was treating my back I felt two small clips tighten upon my nipples. The burn flared up then died down to a steady hum on my chest. People were moving around me. I could hear them breathing. The room was totally silent except for the steady crack of the whip and the smack of flesh.