Masterful Self-Flagellation: Whip Me, Beat Me, Make Me Scream

Tied securely to the bed, Soozanslave's lover teases her, running a soft feather along her skin, making her shiver and squirm. But she craves more, much more. She begs, "Whip me, baby. Make it hurt, make me come." He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye, and replaces the feather with the leather whip. He starts gently, then builds, watching her face as he lashes her feet, her cries of pain morphing into cries of ecstasy as she orgasms under the relentless, loving assault.

• whipping
• self

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