From stingy to thuddy, using common (and some uncommon) toys and devices, I will make you dance around with each contact. Unless I’m feeling particularly evil and bind you to a bench or cross…then, I will giggle with glee as I watch you try to avoid My strokes.
As if you ever could.
Allow Me to set a scene for you: Your bound body hanging in such a way that gives Me a 360 degree vantage of every inch of you. Walking towards you, I slide on a pair of soft leather gloves. They are well used and you let out a yelp when the right one strikes your right butt cheek. I can already see the imprint it has left on you and I let out a little grin.
Oh, don’t worry, I have only just begun. There is much more fun to be had.
The strike of My left glove on your left butt cheek causes you to give Me a little jig, and the hand print glows bright red. After another five minutes of My delicate hand making contact, the redness is getting deeper and you can’t imagine that I could have brought so much intensity with just a gloved hand.
I think you’ve had enough, so as I walk away towards a tall jar filled with various sized canes, I ask you what was your worst punishment as a youth. Based on your answer, I select a medium width rattan cane and begin to run it up your legs, over your backside, along your tied up arms. You want to say something, but before words can form on your lips, there’s a whoosh of air and then ear piercing sting as it makes contact with your already sore tooshie.
I’m sorry, you wanted to say something.
You took too long, and now a second, third and fourth whack have made you forget what words are. You’re not dancing as much now and your cries are becoming moans of ecstasy. The radiating heat is now penetrating your muscles into your very soul and you can no longer contain the ooze flowing from your luvie parts.
There you go…just a taste of what could be possible. Your desires demand more than just observation.
Mistress Hera 