Clearly my masochistic capacity has grown substantially since last time. When Mistress moved on to flog my back however the belt soon accomplished its intent. Exhilaration was replaced by agony no amount of perversion could make rewarding. Within minutes I was in unadulterated misery, all arousal beaten completely out of me. Remaining standing bent way over began to seem impossible and yet due to the bondage I’d found so rewarding was inescapably necessary. Oh how my endurance was tested! Yet that was nothing to what followed.
It seemed an eternity that Mistress whipped me with her stick, and not even the sound of her repeatedly crying out in orgasm could ease my horrible suffering. The excruciation was intolerable; supporting my own weight impossible. With the back of that chair cutting
