X posted from No Limits
Work was done for the day…it had been a long day. i had done an excruciating work out as well, leaving my legs with barely more consistency than jello. i turned off the PC, and crawled into bed next to my Owner, who had been resting, waiting for my work day to end.
“Is your work day over?”
“Yes Sir”
“Up on your knees bitch, it’s time for your beating”
“Yes Sir”
i watched Sir methodically pull out all of the implements used for beating and whipping me out of the toy box, i felt the fear just oozing out of me. i slowly crawled up to my knees, and instantaneously felt the resistance from my workout, and knew that this was not going to go well for me. i was ordered to cup my tits with my hands, and present them to Him, and He had a washcloth nearby, telling me that if i got too loud, i would have that stuffed in my mouth to shut me up.
The first implement used was a lead-filled, leather slapper. This weighs approximately 1 pound, and although that may sound like a little…1 pound of lead encased in leather packs a real punch. He proceeded to ‘slap’ my tits with this ‘lead filled beater upper’ (as i so affectionately refer to it), and i knew i was in big trouble. The pain in my legs from the workout, and the pain in my tits from His slaps, literally, knocked me over. It took hardly any time before the washcloth was shoved into my mouth, and i was gagged to keep me quieter than i could have tried to keep myself.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back up on to my legs, which were beginning to tingle, because i wasn’t about to break position, and move my hands from under my tits. He continued with the slapper for, oh, i have no idea how much longer, but when i stole a quick glance, both of my tits were fire red. After a second knocking over, and being picked up, Sir grabbed the washcloth from my mouth, wiped the snot and tears from my face, and shoved the washcloth back in.
He then lifted my tits up by the nipples, crushing them between His fingers, and i remember hearing Him say that the undersides deserved equal and fair treatment. He proceeded to slap the underside of each tit until He determined that equal and fair treatment had been provided, and released my rings.
Next came the flogger. i actually like the flogger…okay…i actually LIKED the flogger, and thought it would give me a chance to get myself together, have my breathing return to normal, have a few moments without snot dripping down my face. Yeaaaah….riiiiiight. First he flogged the tits that were already brutalized by the slapper…hitting the D-rings that still hurt so much…intensifying all of the pain i had been experiencing . After giving my tits a good rough round of whacking, He moved to my back, and just flogged the hell out of it.
i was there, on my knees…barely…trying so hard to work through the pain. The sobbing was muffled with the washcloth, and if He either removed the washcloth, or it came out of my mouth, He ordered me to not make a fucking sound while He replaced it. Trying to stifle sobbing is a difficult task, but apparently one that i was able to accomplish….i don’t know how…
He moved on to round three of tit torture, boob beating, whatever you want to call this…and He pulled out a new implement. i thought He would have used the misery stick, but this is what He pulled out:
This is a conductor’s baton. i am a music major, and despite the fact that i don’t work in the music profession anymore, still, for some reason, kept my conductor’s baton. It could also be called a misery stick…on steroids. Sir used my tits as His canvas, and started designing His art…using the baton in the same way you would use the misery stick…pulling the stick portion back, and allowing it to slap against the skin at high speed and force. Pain, still incredibly agonizing.
It would be foolish of me to speculate on how long He used that on me. i was a blubbering mess by that point. i was praying that this would end soon…praying that His evil sadism would end, and that He would hold me…bring me back, and make the pain go away. After 11 markings on my right tit, and 13 markings on my left tit, I fell over again, the agony was too much, the pain had taken my breath away, and He decided His work was done.
We spent a long time in aftercare. i know that i don’t talk much about aftercare here, because, for me, aftercare is very personal, very private, and frankly, i like to keep those moments between the two of us. Please be assured, however, that Sir provides excellent aftercare for His property, and will take just as long as He thinks i need to bring me back to Him. He is loving, tender, and so caring…making sure that any and all aftercare needs are met.
Normally, this is where the scene would end. We might fall asleep, or do something else, but once the aftercare has commenced, His evil streak seems to have been satiated. This time, He surprised me a bit. He grabbed the camera for the picture that i posted previously. We tried different poses and He decided that bondage would be the best way to go. i felt like i was in one of those cartoons, where the character’s eyes get wide and bigger than their face.
i thought to myself “You wanna do WHAT?” He got out the rope, and proceeded to tie my tits…my bruised, aching, stinging, burning tits, and then took the pictures. Oh yes, did i mention, i had to get back up on my knees again…so when He was done, i pretty much fell over again. He untied them, went and downloaded, or uploaded the pictures, while i lay there still trying to get myself under some sort of semblance.
He came back in and announced that we were going to have to do it again, as He wasn’t pleased with the first set. It sure would have been nice if my tits had just gone numb, so i couldn’t feel them at this point, but remember that whole thing about my ‘luck’…yep…not gonna happen. He re-bound my tits tight, and took more pictures, trying very hard to not get my snot and tears in the picture. i thought that was kind of Him.
So, here we are…two days later. my tits still hurt tremendously, the bruising is quite lovely, and the memory of that moment both haunts me and delights me. i may be suffering today, but i can’t deny that i love seeing Sir’s marks on me again.
