The one piece thong was bad enough--but its knurled end was a real pain inducer.The one piece thong was bad enough--but its knurled end was a real pain inducer. Wielded properly, it could invoke sharp, biting stings that would send jolts of anguish quickly into the targeted area. It's primary use, for those brave enough to take it, and from whence it gets its name, is on the female genitalia, where the clitoris, pussy lips and vaginal entrance are extremely vulnerable to the knurled knob. Danielle had used it on me there before, just hard enough to give me a few good jolts, and I often reciprocated. The minute I saw the device, my loins began to tingle. My eyes followed her as she turned, moved in front of me, then sat on the sofa, facing me. She held the whip in her right hand, its strand hanging limply between her slightly parted legs. She looked into my puppy-dog eyes, searching for my fear and finding it deep inside me. I showed it to her with a tiny gulp. The corners of her mouth moved into a half-smile. "This one can really hurt," she said, referring to the pussy whip she was holding. "I think it's an excellent one to begin our little session with, don't you?" I didn't answer her. She smiled slightly once more, the softness of her face belying the thoughts in her mind. "A pussy whip," she continued, "doesn't it look terrifying, Laurie. I've never really used it hard on you, have I?" I shook my head in agreement, not taking my eyes from hers. "It isn't only for pussies, though, it can be devastating on other parts of the body as well. Like, well like your breasts, for instance." A chill went through my body as she flicked her wrist slightly, the thin leather thong turning a few quick circles at the end of the wooden handle. |