Whips And Chains Novels & Stories

" Isn't this whip? No, don't say, did the torture club really lose his mind? Are they really going to take out a cobra in a competition for beginners? One of the audience said it A whip is a single strip or strips of braided leather used to make a loud sudden sound to urge animals to move or work, and there are other types made of leather or braided hair It is used as a tool for control, punishment, torture, or as a weapon. The sudden sound that the whip makes when it is waved is due to the fact that its tip breaks the sound barrier. It is thus the first tool invented by man to reach this speed. He replied, "Did you say a cobra? What's wrong with Jimmy?"

The reality of what Pietro did stared at me. He wanted to frighten the hell out of me before he finally carried out his plans. There were chains dangling from the ceiling and from the wall of the room. There were about two racks with sets of whips and canes of different sizes on display. I had no idea whips came in different shapes and designs. There were whips like that of horses, ones that were twisted to form a thick twist, ones that were braided with their tips ending in fringe leather.

The thong just missed his balls. “The bullwhip originated as a pastoral tool,” said Wanda. “To keep cattle in line. In some ways this is a family heirloom,” said Wanda, almost wistful. She raised the whip and watched the Captive flinch in anticipation. Wanda was amused by this, suppressing her giggles as she shakily raised the whip. Then out of nowhere, crack, she flailed the whip and the thong split open his chest. Wanda stood frozen as she surveyed the deep weal leaking blood, the Captive annihilated but alert enough to sense Madame was surprised by the damage. She dropped the whip and approached him. They stood there staring into each other’s eyes and finally Madame Wanda felt connected,

My entire body throbbed, my back stinging as though it had been torn apart, yet the pain of betrayal was worse. I tried to move, but my limbs refused to obey, weighed down by hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and the lingering agony of the silver whip. Every muscle screamed in protest, and the dull ache in my back throbbed in sync with my ragged breathing. The chains had been removed, but their phantom grip still pressed against my bruised wrists, leaving a lingering sense of captivity.

He linked back with a purr. I silently tried to check how strong the chains around my wrists were, I am pretty sure I could break them when the paralysis was over but judging from the rash on my skin, the chains were probably made of silver and they were toxic to my health. I chuckled, if Melody was trying to render me weak, she would have to do better than this.

he whispered as he caressed my face, still holding me by my waist,"The very first time I saw you, I knew I was whipped at that very moment," "Oh really?" I sarcastically inquired," The last time I remember, you weren't that 'friendly' though," He chuckled and places a small kiss on my forehead,"I know I made a mistake that day, but now, all I can say is that I am whipped! I want those cherry lips of yours to be mine alone. I want those sparkling eyes to set on me alone, and all of this... is mine," he put his hands on my bum and squeezed it which made me whimper a little, and slap his chest. He just chuckled and continued to lean his face towards mine.

He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered. “Beg,” He demanded. “Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please daddy, let me finish.” He chuckled, satisfied. He pulled his hand free again, smearing my wetness across my inner thigh. “Not tonight princess. Tonight you’ll understand just who owns you.” The chain around my neck loosened suddenly and the collar slipped into his palm. He pocketed the item, straightening his suit like nothing had happened while I was left trembling against the SUV.

It was a shiny steel, and perfect for a pole dance The walls were the most shocking. On one side, neat rows of toys and tools hung on black pegboards. Different kinds of chains… short, long, thick, thin. Leather cuffs in black and red, lined with soft fur inside. Metal handcuffs shining coldly. Several whips… some with many tails, some single long ones, some short and stiff. There were paddles in wood and leather, different sizes and shapes. Crops with small square tips. Canes in thin bundles. Feather ticklers hanging next to them for contrast.

"You've been busy." "I've been working," I said. "While you were planning this ambush, I was saving your investments." He leaned back. He studied me like I was a puzzle he hadn't solved yet. Then he said, "We'll give you sixty days. Prove this works. Or we find someone who can." Sixty days. It wasn't a vote of confidence. It was a leash. I nodded once. "Sixty days." I capped the marker and returned to my chair. I didn't sit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have calls to make.”