Punishment and Pleasure: The Confusing World of Submission and Sensual Pain
Monica picks up the story.
I know I have severely disappointed my Sensei and that now I will be punished. I find I’m looking forward to the punishment on many levels and that confuses me. Is this what I’ve always wanted? Is my mind sick? I’m led down to the cellar where I see, in the middle of the room, a chain hung from the rafter with what looks like Velcro straps and two more fastened to the floor. I feel my cunt twitch and become wet. Ironically, though I’ll be restrained, I feel a sense of freedom, a complete loss of control. What I’ve been wanting most of my life. . Submission.
Sensei leads me to the chains, removes my robe, and tells me to raise my hands above my head. He tells me to stand on the balls of my feet and stretch higher and then he fastens the cuffs around my wrists. I’m left with all my weight on the balls of my feet and my toes. I’m told to move my feet out to spread my legs. I do but it’s painful to my toes moving like that. My ankles are fastened to the cuffs and I am wide open.
Nothing happens for what seems like hours but is really only minutes or maybe seconds. I hear a WHOOSH – SMACK. The pain on my left buttock is exquisite, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s in a very small spot but the pain radiates outward like a pebble dropped into water. Before I can process the feeling completely WHOOSH – SMACK on my right cheek. I open my mouth to scream, knowing that I shouldn’t, but nothing comes out. My mind is so confused with the pain that I can’t form a coherent thought. WHOOSH – SMACK now on the inside of my left thigh. My God! WHOOSH – SMACK on the inside of my right thigh. The pain from my ass and thighs has radiated to a spot close to my anus and I feel an unfamiliar tingle there. Why? I don’t understand. As my brain processes the pain and the new tingle a single thought appears. This is good. I feel pleasure in the pain. I feel the wetness building in my pussy and am afraid it will drop to the floor. I want more but it is a mistake to ask. I don’t think my Sensei will disappoint though.
Sensei has moved in front of me now and I see the instrument of my pleasure/pain. It’s a riding crop. A long thin stick of plastic with a small leather strap at THE END
I know I have severely disappointed my Sensei and that now I will be punished. I find I’m looking forward to the punishment on many levels and that confuses me. Is this what I’ve always wanted? Is my mind sick? I’m led down to the cellar where I see, in the middle of the room, a chain hung from the rafter with what looks like Velcro straps and two more fastened to the floor. I feel my cunt twitch and become wet. Ironically, though I’ll be restrained, I feel a sense of freedom, a complete loss of control. What I’ve been wanting most of my life. . Submission.
Sensei leads me to the chains, removes my robe, and tells me to raise my hands above my head. He tells me to stand on the balls of my feet and stretch higher and then he fastens the cuffs around my wrists. I’m left with all my weight on the balls of my feet and my toes. I’m told to move my feet out to spread my legs. I do but it’s painful to my toes moving like that. My ankles are fastened to the cuffs and I am wide open.
Nothing happens for what seems like hours but is really only minutes or maybe seconds. I hear a WHOOSH – SMACK. The pain on my left buttock is exquisite, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s in a very small spot but the pain radiates outward like a pebble dropped into water. Before I can process the feeling completely WHOOSH – SMACK on my right cheek. I open my mouth to scream, knowing that I shouldn’t, but nothing comes out. My mind is so confused with the pain that I can’t form a coherent thought. WHOOSH – SMACK now on the inside of my left thigh. My God! WHOOSH – SMACK on the inside of my right thigh. The pain from my ass and thighs has radiated to a spot close to my anus and I feel an unfamiliar tingle there. Why? I don’t understand. As my brain processes the pain and the new tingle a single thought appears. This is good. I feel pleasure in the pain. I feel the wetness building in my pussy and am afraid it will drop to the floor. I want more but it is a mistake to ask. I don’t think my Sensei will disappoint though.
Sensei has moved in front of me now and I see the instrument of my pleasure/pain. It’s a riding crop. A long thin stick of plastic with a small leather strap at THE END
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