The Fun of Suffering

Download HD Video (3.3 GB)


The world was black. I attempted to sense around with my arms and soles as I was dragged into the room. The full muffle inwards the massive leather was deafening. I had no idea what to expect. I had been beaten before. I had worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I was used sexually for pleasure. With OT tho' I didn't know what would happen. The iron was cold against my skin. The man sausage I was fastened to was too low for me to stand straight, but too high for me to get on all fours or sit. I could observe him exploring my assets as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what helluva elations he might visit upon me. The instrument is more versatile than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and elevates it to present my assets in whatever stance he wants it. It's so elementary yet so cruel. When he eventually approaches with the whip I can't help but flinch. I enjoy the perceiving on my skin, but the crack gets me every time. His objective couldn't be any better as my nipples and clit are the first-ever to get his attention. My thankfulness escapes my lips freely.