I know when you put me on the bondage cross in the basement I’ve been a very bad girl. I don’t know what I’ve done, but you know better than anyone how I ought to behave. I’m not surprised when you pull out the six foot whip and give it a crack before edging closer to me ready to strike. My body glistens and shivers in the low light of the damp space. I can feel your eyes glaring, disappointed, before you rush to me, wrap your hand around my throat to tell me that my thrashing will not be quick or pleasant for having been such a filthy slut. Twenty lashes on each one of my tender breasts break the soft skin as the blood beads and trickles down my front. I scream after each agonizing strike, tears flowing from my eyes and mingling with the snot that drips from my nose making it harder to breathe as I thank you for giving me the torture phone sex lesson I so deserve.
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