ANGE Now, bound to the door restraints, my arms stretched above me, my body bare save for the collar tight around my neck, I felt small. Vulnerable. But I wanted to be. There was no fear—just surrender, a heady mix of anticipation and the deep ache of craving something I couldn’t name. He reached for a drawer I hadn’t seen previously, and took out a whip. How could he see so clearly in the dimly lit room?The cool leather of the flogger trailed down my spine. My breath hitched. The first strike landed fast and sharp, pain licking across my skin, forcing a choked moan past my lips. Another. Then another. The force built with each one, and I found myself screaming.“More! Harder! Yes!”“You like being treated like a fucking slut, don’t you? You want to be degraded,”Whip“Humiliated,”Whip.“Spat on,”Whip.“Fucked in public like a slut, don’t you?”I nodded eagerly. My tears were choking me, making it unable for me to speak, especially with the lace panties in my mouth. I fucking nodd
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