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I was sitting in my car staring at the huge gothic style house I was about to enter. This was my first time visiting this Dom. She was recommended by a friend of mine that was a member of an underground club that enjoyed watching other people suffer extreme pain.
I found myself unusually nervous as I approached the front door. When it opened I was greeted by a woman who was easily six feet tall without the five inch heels she was wearing. Without saying a word, I knew I was to follow her further into this eerie and candle lit house. Reaching a door leading to the basement she gave me a look that I knew the meaning of, obey me without question.
The room we entered was large and well lit with mirrors covering every wall. Over to one side was a cabinet that I could see stored many types of whips and bondage material. In the center was an apparatus that looked like it would be used to stretch a person unmercifully. She grabbed my wrist tying them together and then attaching them to a rope hanging from the ceiling hoisted me up until only my toes brushed the floor. Turning me in different directions, I saw what the mirrors were for.
Reaching into the cabinet she pulled out a six foot long bull whip with leather strips extending from the end. I lost count of how many lashes I received before I passed out. When I woke up I found myself alone in the room. This didn’t last long when the door opened and mistress walked in. She walked over to me with a glass of water and I thought she was going to give me a drink. Instead she threw it in my face to make sure I was awake for the next round of punishment.
Next she grabbed a four foot cane that was narrow and looked to be made of bamboo. It didn’t take long before my back and thighs were leaking blood. If it weren’t for the ball gag she had put in my mouth I would have screamed loud enough to be heard for blocks.I am not sure when I passed out, but when I woke up I was on the front lawn naked with my clothes throne on top of me. I could barely move enough to get dressed and had to crawl to my car. After sitting for what seemed like an hour I stared back at the house of misery and knew that I would return soon. My beaten and bleeding body told me that this
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