The Fun of Enduring

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The world was black. I tried to sense around with my mitts and soles as I was dragged into the room. The full muffle inwards the ample leather was deafening. I had no idea what to expect. I had been bashed before. had worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I was used sexually for pleasure. With OT though I didn't know what would happen. The iron was cold against my skin. The weenie I was affixed to was too low for me to stand straight, but too high for me to get down on all fours or sit. I could see him testing my body as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what helluva elations he might visit upon me. The tool is more versatile than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and hoists it to introduce my body in whatever pose he wants it. It's so plain yet so cruel. When he finally approaches with the lash I can't help but flinch. I love the sensing on my skin, but the violate gets me every time. His purpose couldn't be any better as my nipples and love button are the first-ever to get his attention. My appreciation escapes my lips freely. The contortions he put me in are only meant to demonstrate my body for his amusement. The suffering he imparts to me is unspoiled bliss.