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Mistress wynter warned me. She said I was going to get a beating. She’d played with me so many other ways before, but right since our last session She’d been warning me that this one was going to be very corporal …

I was very excited yet apprehensive at the same time. And there was no mild teaser to start, either … She began by tying down my cock and beating it with the cane! Soft taps lead to harder strokes up and down the shaft … and to finish things, one quick thwap right on the head!

After having so firmly announced her presence with authority, Mistress wynter proceeded to beat me with a variety of different instruments in Her arsenal … starting with her two very dangerous hands. I’d never been subjected to prolonged face slapping before. The sensation (physically and emotionally) was intense, as she towered above me and I knelt before her, her willing subject, the receptacle of her sadism.

Continuing her assault, Mistress tied me down and had at me with the cane, beat me fiercely with the paddle, gave me a severe, heavy flogging and followed it up once more with the cane and finally, a solid old-fashioned hand spanking. This was interspersed with her taking long droughts from her bottled water … many of which ended up sprayed across my red and quivering flesh.

Somewhere in there too she switched my bondage to clear cling-film. When she finished the roll she held the cardboard tube high as if to strike me with it … “ah,” I thought foolishly “something light, a small rest for me …” No such luck. I’ve no idea how she has this power but somehow when she swung the tube and struck me repeatedly on the bottom it HURT!! Boys, beware … everything is a deadly weapon in Mistress wynter’s hands!

Beaten and sore and shaking, Mistress wynter led me over to the bondage bed. Exploring my flesh with her hands she pinched and prodded at so many of my sore parts. She grasped my nipples firmly between her nails, pinching and twisting as she likes to do. I began to moan with pleasure. But instead of being satisfied with mere pain, she continued. My moans turned to screams and yet she continued, unsatisfied, pinching harder. She wanted more. I wanted it to end, and she wouldn’t let it. She understands me so well.

Finally strapped down to the bondage bed, Mistress wynter began piercing me with needles. Her new favorite thing is to skewer needles through the folded flesh of my scrotum. And then, once again, she put needles through my nipples. Only something … I don’t know what … perhaps heavier gauge needles … maybe my nipples were more sensitive than usual … but the piercing made me howl from the back of my throat. This made Mistress wynter smile.

After piercing me, Mistress prepared me for the traditional close of our playtime together … she re-carved her name above my groin (deciding this time that it needed to be underlined as well … yipes!

Only this time it wasn’t the end.

She had me place down some plastic and bade me to lay upon it. Then, hovering just inches above where she just cut me, Mistress wynter let go of the flow of her warm, wet golden fluids … mixing it with my blood … all the while our eyes locked in an embrace tighter than any arms could ever manage.

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