I met him in his chat one night.

I met him in his chat one night. He seemed so intense. I told him how I had watched him torture those poor young girls for such a long time, and how I had fantasies about suffering before him myself. I asked if I could come to see him, not knowing what might really lie in store for me. To my amazement he said yes! I grew wet just from the thought. As the day approached, I became more and more nervous. What would he do? Surely I’m not really a slut, I thought to myself. Yet upon seeing him, I melted. All my inhibitions were destroyed in his glance.

I had been focusing on his evil devices ever since I arrived. I didn’t know what they would feel like, but I soon found out. He put me in the metal stocks. They were so unforgiving. I sat there enduring the pressure for what seemed like hours. Reality hit as I suddenly realized I’d been exposed for all to see. I thought to myself, "What have I gotten into?" He bent and tied me in every direction, each time teasing and sending me to the edge of orgasm. Then I noticed Mr. E and became embarrassed at the thought of cumming in front of so many people, many of whom I have come to call friends.

He bound my breasts and attached them to something overhead. Did I dare look to see what? Before I had a chance to decide, I felt a great strain on my breasts and realized to my own shock that I could no longer touch the floor. I hung there, a true bondage slut, another Insex toy, a pd work of art, struggling for my every breath, wondering just how long he would leave me stranded there.

Just when I thought the worst was over, I heard the crack of a whip; then the whistle of a cane. I was forced to endure every painful stroke, hoping that each would be the last. Finally I'm told to count. Crack…"5"…crack…"4"…
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