many experts here who will oblige. They can thrash you
for hours and only leave the faintest red marks on your buttocks,
your breasts or the soles of your feet. Or, if you prefer, they can
create ridged wheals wherever you want, angry and sore and
impossible to bathe because of the pain. Or whipping. In any way
you can imagine and in ways you could never imagine. I have had
girls whipped with flails and belts, with wooden paddles, and
tightly bound braids. I have had them whipped for hours or even
days and they have begged for more. So exquisite has been the pain,
my dear Sappho, they have begged for more. You can be suspended by
your wrists or ankles or both. You can be hung up as long as you
want, and perhaps take a thrashing or a whipping while you hang
there, incapable of protecting yourself, at the mercy of your
torturer. Just think of that, Sappho! Watching the flail cut into
your nipples or seeing its ragged talons biting the insides of your
legs and the soft outer edges of your cunt. Or perhaps you like
your mouth plugged? It can be filled with any sort of gag
imaginable; large balls, serrated devices made from precious
metals, iron bars, and of course, cocks! You can have as many cocks
as you wish. There are so many men available in this city. Master
Wang can arrange anything. He does things all the time for me. I
wanted to see a girl squeezed into a tiny iron cage and he brought
me one. I kept her there all day as she urinated and cried and
begged to be released. I had water thrown over her for an hour
afterwards. I like that in particular - drenching. Sometimes I have
it done to me. It is delectable, Sappho, especially if the water is
ice-cold. It is the most delightful pleasure imaginable. That is
something you must try.'
Sappho smiled
but she was mesmerized. She had not even thought of such things.
She did not know what to say.
'You look
mystified, my dear new friend Sappho. Perhaps you do not believe
me. Watch. I will show you.'
Chryseis
recalled the naked men and had them line up. 'As you seem so
uncertain, I think I will choose something for you. Something
simple but something that will encourage you. Yes, I have it!'
One of the
girls with rings in her nipples was told to bend down on all fours.
Chryseis helped position Sappho, first kneeling her behind the girl
then bending her forward over her back. Chryseis made Sappho wrap
her arms around the girl and push her fingers through the rings in
her nipples. The girl winced as the rings pulled and stretched her
flesh.
Sappho felt
nervous - excited and filled with anticipation. But she was afraid
of what might happen; worried in case she could not bear it.
The girls made
sure her buttocks were high, and squeezed open so that the swollen
shape of her delectable crack poked between them. Two of the girls
knelt beside Sappho's head and cradled her chin on their joined
hands. She felt the centre of attention, as though everything was
happening because of her. There was no sense of the excitement of
being discovered - she was fully exposed - but that exposure
thrilled her deeply. She gulped in expectation and swallowed hard
against the strain the girls' cradling hands caused on her extended
throat.
One of the
naked men was sent for a flat leather strap. He brought it and
stood behind Sappho's raised buttocks. He waited. Another man was
told to kneel in front of her face. She looked at his bulging cock
as he held it before her and she could not stop herself licking her
lips, which were dried by the tension of the building excitement
and the unreleased anticipation.
The first blow
across her buttocks surprised her and she gasped loudly in shock.
She waited for the second, and the third, and tightened herself in
ecstatic expectation. Each sting increased her pleasure. The first
few strokes only made contact with her buttocks but, as she
welcomed more, she opened them enough for her sex lips to receive
the same punishment. That was where she found the
for hours and only leave the faintest red marks on your buttocks,
your breasts or the soles of your feet. Or, if you prefer, they can
create ridged wheals wherever you want, angry and sore and
impossible to bathe because of the pain. Or whipping. In any way
you can imagine and in ways you could never imagine. I have had
girls whipped with flails and belts, with wooden paddles, and
tightly bound braids. I have had them whipped for hours or even
days and they have begged for more. So exquisite has been the pain,
my dear Sappho, they have begged for more. You can be suspended by
your wrists or ankles or both. You can be hung up as long as you
want, and perhaps take a thrashing or a whipping while you hang
there, incapable of protecting yourself, at the mercy of your
torturer. Just think of that, Sappho! Watching the flail cut into
your nipples or seeing its ragged talons biting the insides of your
legs and the soft outer edges of your cunt. Or perhaps you like
your mouth plugged? It can be filled with any sort of gag
imaginable; large balls, serrated devices made from precious
metals, iron bars, and of course, cocks! You can have as many cocks
as you wish. There are so many men available in this city. Master
Wang can arrange anything. He does things all the time for me. I
wanted to see a girl squeezed into a tiny iron cage and he brought
me one. I kept her there all day as she urinated and cried and
begged to be released. I had water thrown over her for an hour
afterwards. I like that in particular - drenching. Sometimes I have
it done to me. It is delectable, Sappho, especially if the water is
ice-cold. It is the most delightful pleasure imaginable. That is
something you must try.'
Sappho smiled
but she was mesmerized. She had not even thought of such things.
She did not know what to say.
'You look
mystified, my dear new friend Sappho. Perhaps you do not believe
me. Watch. I will show you.'
Chryseis
recalled the naked men and had them line up. 'As you seem so
uncertain, I think I will choose something for you. Something
simple but something that will encourage you. Yes, I have it!'
One of the
girls with rings in her nipples was told to bend down on all fours.
Chryseis helped position Sappho, first kneeling her behind the girl
then bending her forward over her back. Chryseis made Sappho wrap
her arms around the girl and push her fingers through the rings in
her nipples. The girl winced as the rings pulled and stretched her
flesh.
Sappho felt
nervous - excited and filled with anticipation. But she was afraid
of what might happen; worried in case she could not bear it.
The girls made
sure her buttocks were high, and squeezed open so that the swollen
shape of her delectable crack poked between them. Two of the girls
knelt beside Sappho's head and cradled her chin on their joined
hands. She felt the centre of attention, as though everything was
happening because of her. There was no sense of the excitement of
being discovered - she was fully exposed - but that exposure
thrilled her deeply. She gulped in expectation and swallowed hard
against the strain the girls' cradling hands caused on her extended
throat.
One of the
naked men was sent for a flat leather strap. He brought it and
stood behind Sappho's raised buttocks. He waited. Another man was
told to kneel in front of her face. She looked at his bulging cock
as he held it before her and she could not stop herself licking her
lips, which were dried by the tension of the building excitement
and the unreleased anticipation.
The first blow
across her buttocks surprised her and she gasped loudly in shock.
She waited for the second, and the third, and tightened herself in
ecstatic expectation. Each sting increased her pleasure. The first
few strokes only made contact with her buttocks but, as she
welcomed more, she opened them enough for her sex lips to receive
the same punishment. That was where she found the
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