A special arrangement.
I park my car 500 meters away from his house and walk the rest of the way. I'm dressed the same way as i always have for the last 11 years. Underneath my winterjacket a black t-shirt. Otherwise black leather trousers and black shoes. Not my normal session attire but this is no normal session.
As i approach the house i check my watch, i'm exactly on time so i walk straight up to the door which has been left unlocked for me. I enter the house which is completely silent and make my way to the room.
He is waiting at the torture rack, facing away from me as always. I put on my hood and gloves and without a word i walk over to him and attach him to the rack.
His camera is set up in it's usual place and i press record. From my bag i take the main player of this unusual session, my Sjambok.
I take up position and measure the space and distance.
"30 strikes" i say in a calm voice.
I put my whole body into the first strike, aiming at an invisible target the other side of this painslut, hitting "through" him. This way i get most power into the strike.
His knees buckle at the first strike which has never happened before and he lets out a loud cry of pain.
"One"
After the fifth strike his legs are buckling and trembling like jelly. He is only standing because he is attached to the rack.
"five"
The tenth strike brings out the loudest scream of pain i have ever heard from him and his whole body seems to be shaking.
"Ten"
At fifteen he starts to cry out loud and cannot stop moaning in pain even between strikes.
"Fifteen"
By the twentieth strike his bare ass is already quite a beautiful mess, he is crying and moaning in a way that brings a smile to my face.
"Twenty"
After the 25th strike he is making noises i have never heard before, a mixture of panting, screaming and crying. I feel so aroused. He is drooling profusely and snot is running from his nose.
"Twentyfive"
I finish him off with five hard strikes, he is collapsed against the rack, wrecked, destroyed.
"Thirty. We're done"
I turn off the camera and undo his restraints, he crumbles to the floor.
I watch him panting and sobbing. Occasionally it sounds like he is going to throw up.
"Are you ok?" i ask after five minutes. He nods that he is.
For the first time in eleven years, i wait longer. He gets to his knees and pulls himself up holding the rack, knees still trembling.
"are you sure you're ok?" i ask again, must be getting soft. Again he nods, firmly this time.
Before i open his front door i take off my hood and pack everything away. I'm feeling massively aroused.
As i'm driving away my phone alarms i have an email. It is from him." this must be the standard severity from now on"
When i get home my daughter runs up and jumps into my arms "Mummy, mummy, where were you? You missed a tv program about horses!!"
"Oh i was just seeing an old friend for a while, i'm sure the program will be on again someday, now sweetie, how about some marshmallows and hot chocolate?"
"Yay, mummy, you're the best"
As i approach the house i check my watch, i'm exactly on time so i walk straight up to the door which has been left unlocked for me. I enter the house which is completely silent and make my way to the room.
He is waiting at the torture rack, facing away from me as always. I put on my hood and gloves and without a word i walk over to him and attach him to the rack.
His camera is set up in it's usual place and i press record. From my bag i take the main player of this unusual session, my Sjambok.
I take up position and measure the space and distance.
"30 strikes" i say in a calm voice.
I put my whole body into the first strike, aiming at an invisible target the other side of this painslut, hitting "through" him. This way i get most power into the strike.
His knees buckle at the first strike which has never happened before and he lets out a loud cry of pain.
"One"
After the fifth strike his legs are buckling and trembling like jelly. He is only standing because he is attached to the rack.
"five"
The tenth strike brings out the loudest scream of pain i have ever heard from him and his whole body seems to be shaking.
"Ten"
At fifteen he starts to cry out loud and cannot stop moaning in pain even between strikes.
"Fifteen"
By the twentieth strike his bare ass is already quite a beautiful mess, he is crying and moaning in a way that brings a smile to my face.
"Twenty"
After the 25th strike he is making noises i have never heard before, a mixture of panting, screaming and crying. I feel so aroused. He is drooling profusely and snot is running from his nose.
"Twentyfive"
I finish him off with five hard strikes, he is collapsed against the rack, wrecked, destroyed.
"Thirty. We're done"
I turn off the camera and undo his restraints, he crumbles to the floor.
I watch him panting and sobbing. Occasionally it sounds like he is going to throw up.
"Are you ok?" i ask after five minutes. He nods that he is.
For the first time in eleven years, i wait longer. He gets to his knees and pulls himself up holding the rack, knees still trembling.
"are you sure you're ok?" i ask again, must be getting soft. Again he nods, firmly this time.
Before i open his front door i take off my hood and pack everything away. I'm feeling massively aroused.
As i'm driving away my phone alarms i have an email. It is from him." this must be the standard severity from now on"
When i get home my daughter runs up and jumps into my arms "Mummy, mummy, where were you? You missed a tv program about horses!!"
"Oh i was just seeing an old friend for a while, i'm sure the program will be on again someday, now sweetie, how about some marshmallows and hot chocolate?"
"Yay, mummy, you're the best"
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