Strange moans, tainted with urgent
pleading tones, escaped from her lips. Porn The Dom wiped a cool damp cloth across her body
soothing her heated skin. She decided to endure, no
matter what. He started the whipping at her feet. Donna laid perfectly still
as he drew the blade back and forth in horizontal lines across her
throat. She was not suppossed to speak
unless it was time to guess. The
sudden sharp pain brought Donna back to life for the tenth and final
taste. But she also
knew that sometimes his punishments were mind numbing trips to nirvana. Reaching again for the knife
he cut the ropes which held her hands. Leaning over he began to lick her
toes. The stakes were higher now. It was composed of 50 strands of black and white dyed rope When applied
properly it carried a ferocious yet tolerable wallop.
