As the lashes struck her mons, Lacey screamed out in surprised pain. As the lashes whispered gently across the area just struck, she felt the sting lessen into a pleasurable heat that swelled throughout her entire body. Moaning, her body seeking release and the desire to get away at the same time, she squirmed on the slick wood. Doing so, caused fingers of pleasurable pain to course through her pussy and ass, and once again her hands clenched the restraints holding her wrists pulling herself up to relieve the intensity of the feeling. However, her arms were now weak, her palms sweaty, and she could not hold on for long. The leather slipped through her grasp and she landed with a small thud and a groan onto the hard and unforgiving wood.
Tears seeped from her eyes – but whether from pain or pleasure, it was difficult for even Lacey to know. The two had become intertwined to the point of being one and indistinguishable. She knew she was close, oh so close, to entering that very special place that only few can testify to. That place where all feeling becomes pleasure, that feeling of flying on the wings of eagles and soaring above humanity. She was entering that place where her body would be used to bring pleasure to both through pain or not, and neither would she care. She would only crave, only want, only desire more.
As the lash whipped across her breasts, Lacey arched her back as though begging for more. Her breasts stung and the red lines appeared immediately. Lacey felt her nipples spark to life, protesting the assault. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body began to relax to take the lash, and pain turned her mind into that very special place, a place called “sub space.”
Tears seeped from her eyes – but whether from pain or pleasure, it was difficult for even Lacey to know. The two had become intertwined to the point of being one and indistinguishable. She knew she was close, oh so close, to entering that very special place that only few can testify to. That place where all feeling becomes pleasure, that feeling of flying on the wings of eagles and soaring above humanity. She was entering that place where her body would be used to bring pleasure to both through pain or not, and neither would she care. She would only crave, only want, only desire more.
As the lash whipped across her breasts, Lacey arched her back as though begging for more. Her breasts stung and the red lines appeared immediately. Lacey felt her nipples spark to life, protesting the assault. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body began to relax to take the lash, and pain turned her mind into that very special place, a place called “sub space.”