and formidable spikes. The fingers of his left hand are studded with steel faceted rings with spikes, which turned them into formidable brass knuckles. If the artist had taken it into his head to portray the image of Aggression in a woman's appearance, then it was a 100% type. A hook to the right or to the left, inflicted by either hand, would smash its face to bits. The face of the Lady with a hard make-up of steel and violet tones betrayed her Baltic ethnos. She is undeniably beautiful, but, like all gothic, it was a tough, harsh beauty.

In the hand of Lady Viking held a long stack with a scraper, fingers with nails under black and gray varnish were still. She looked away for a few minutes, then looked at me and, after waiting for a pause, beckoned me to her. I got up, she nodded approvingly, allowing her to approach her to his full height. At some distance from herself, she stopped me by moving the stack and showed it to the floor with its end. I knelt down. She looked at me, I admired her frowningly. Finally, she stood on her long legs, shod in silvery high boots with steel inlay and deliberately torn tops of her toes. High heels and sharp noses boots moved toward me. Below the belt on Domina there were two heavy chains - one - at the waist, the second - through the crotch. Thus, all her clothes consisted of a flail. The stack lifted my chin and I saw close her face, a tenacious and hard look.

- So that's what I have today thing, not a new thing. Really - second-hand! Others used, and now I got. - said the Lady with a distinct Baltic accent. - Well, all the details are still whole and for my entertainment today are suitable. Let's start!

She turned on her heels, walked beautifully to one of the tapestries, pulled the cord, and the fabric flew up, rolled up, opened a niche with exposed attributes for flagellation to the ceiling. These were hanging whips, several dozen lashes of various sizes, shapes and materials. The lady over her shoulder threw at me leather cuffs with fastening rings and a collar and ordered me to wear. She chose a medium-sized red leather lash and approached me. I fumbled with the cuffs, and she, holding the lash under her arm, with the stack began to shake me through the body, at first easily, then more sensitively, then with force.

"Apparently preparing my body for whipping." - I guessed and I felt sorry for myself.

Putting off the stack, she took the remote and set in motion some mechanisms. A button on the remote control, a slight buzzing of the motor and everything you need is easily achieved. Two chains descended from the ceiling, to which my cuffs were fixed on my hands, the pressure on the console and my hands parted to the sides. And immediately there was a loud whistle of flying tapes flying towards me. Then another and another. The blows were on the torso and buttocks, moderately painful. Then harder and harder. I twitched and began to scream and hiss like a burn. Domina, without paying attention, worked with a whip, then changed it to a more variegated, tougher one, and here the pain was real and screamed several times, and she interrupted the process to gird my open mouth with a thick chain tied to my nape. It is usually customary to insert a red rubber ball with straps that snap at the back. But she has everything easier - the chain across the mouth - and, if you miss the dentists, you can chew on! So I was deprived of the right to vote. With the console she spread my legs, and now I was stretched to the maximum. New whip - new pain. Chubby was not long in coming.

The lady was indifferent, working with an indifferent facial expression and without visible tension. The blows were different in strength, in the amplitude of the swing and in the frequency of application. Sometimes she deliberately missed, but this only made it worse, since it created the illusion that the next blow might also pass by. An, no! And this disappointment especially loaded the psyche.

The whipping stopped, a buzz was heard, and my fixation loosened. Domina unfastened my hands and ordered me to unhook from the rifle jacks on my legs. I was thrown on the goats, I was again fixed, now astride the yard, and Domina, raised another tapestry, behind which was kept the rod, chose what she liked. Flexible bars hit my ass and the process started. In addition to pain, whipping with rods also gave a bright sound effect.

The whipping while singing is already singing in the air.

In the niche I managed to see many specimens from the world of plants, various rods, branches, brooms, a bunch of bamboo shoots and some fancy vines and thorns. I got the bamboo when Lady Viking decided to shine my soles. Little did not seem to me!

The next stage is the crucifixion on the X-shaped cross, first with its back to the executor, and then facing it. I watched my body become covered with red stripes, and waited for the end of the spanking. But they took me seriously!

Domina worked calmly, and it seemed without fatigue. As a northerner she was laconic and rather restrained in emotions. But then the excitement glittered in her beautiful eyes, probably she approached her favorite procedure, I decided. And here I am again in the center of the hall is fixed on all four limbs, the buzz of the motor and me, stretched, slowly turned upside down. The lady sat on her throne, drank from a bone cup and lit a cigarette. She looked at me carefully again.

- This is especially to my liking! Good hang, high quality! Yes, the copy is not great! I prefer the inflated athletes or the fat ones, you cut them and do nothing. And then how not to cripple. Oh, thing?

It is difficult to respond when chain links are in the mouth. It remains only to nod his head, which dangles near the floor.

Winch pulled me straight to Domina. My head dangled helplessly at her knees. The lady kicked me lightly on the forehead and, despite fixing on all the limbs, my body swung in the air, and she smoked and shook me with a toe of a boot on the head. Having finished, she got up, took a small vibrator, pink, transparent with a spring inside, shifted the chain, tearing the corners of my lips and put it in my mouth - I sucked. Then she sat down in my mouth, so I licked her pussy, and put the wetted vibrator into the wet cave. The vibrator vibrated almost silently inside her, she adjusted the immersion depth and amplitude and her eyes got a little dim from the buzz. Lady Viking got up and, with a vibrator in her pussy, walked behind me, on my back a row to a row rained down sharp hard blows with a stiff, elastic whip. Then she flushed back into the chair and, moaning with pleasure, enjoyed the sensations of the inner vibro. Soon she felt very good, she screamed from the buzz, almost not looking at me and suddenly sharply hit me with a whip on the ribs. The blow was unexpected very strong, and the pain was shock. She again basked in the vibrator, then the next strongest blow followed. She beat with all her strength, the sound of the blow was terrible, and the pain was such that if it were not for the gag I would have shouted like a slice. Tears flowed from my eyes. When the tapes whip cut into the skin, there was a feeling that they merged with it, soldered to it, for a moment, making an inseparable whole. From the pain of a member twitching bloodshot to the maximum. This went on for several minutes and I took two dozen deafening beats. Finally, she caught an orgasm, twitched and stretched relaxed. Having calmed down, the Lady got up, pulled out my mouthplug, which I almost got through at the height of the pain, and thrust a vibrator that was drenched in mucus into her mouth, lick it ...

She sat on the throne and pulled me so close that my face rested on her knees, then lowered me to the bottom of her head to the toes of her boots. I felt the stack stroking my dicky member from an erection, then a blotch lightly hit him on the head, another blow, more, more and more painful, more and more often. I screamed, but they were indifferent to the Lady. From the continuously flowing pain, the head of the penis stiffened, and the blows on it merged into an impenetrable sequence, like a drummer, who knocks out a long fraction on the drums. Suddenly, the fever flooded my exhausted body, ... Read more →