ITS HEAD WAS SWIMMING....... IT COULDN'T STOP THE INHALATION OF POPPERS. Its buttocks were numbed with the stinging cuts of the whip. It could feel cold cream massaging them softly as its body swung in the hawser and anchored by its neck in the stocks...... the hands soothing...
healing....... but the pain ... the delicious pain .... so beautiful ..... so wonderful..... it's balls tingled as the heat spread over its lower body. Had the Master brought it this as a return home present ? It's burning flesh cooled with the cream and massage. It's mouth was still full of it's Master's cum and it's own juices.... the poppers still seeped up it's nostrils..... it heard nothing but the sound of rushing water from it's headphones. It could only sense pain..... diluted through the poppers..... all unreal....... it's Master had total control...... T.B.C.
