With each strike, the pain became less true pain and more sensation which the body could interpret as it wished. “Knowing what is coming is worse than not knowing.” She decided it would be best to concentrate on what sensations her fingers could give her and not worry about what some egotistical wannabe rock star with a whip might do to her body. Indian sex He snaked the whip back and forth several times before snapping it out so that it landed squarely across both ass cheeks. She was still shaking in pain as the assistants released her from the cuffs and took her backstage. In addition there are two volunteers. I debated publishing it with some of my other books at Fiction4all, but decided that I would rather serialize it and post it here. One was, of course, the American flag. The Whipmaster waited until all the clapping and shouting had almost died down to walk once again to stage front. “This excited you very much, didn’t it?” he asked.
