Her eyes went straight to my still cupped tits.Her eyes went straight to my still cupped tits. "Mm, yes. That would hurt a bit, wouldn't it?" she asked rhetorically. "My breasts are very sensitive," I whimpered. "I know. That's why I thought of this little zinger. Gosh, I wonder what the tip of this thing would feel like if it caught a nipple or something!" She was teasing me now, and I loved it. We had complete trust in each other, or we would never play these little games. "Tell me, Laurie, why are you holding your breasts like that?" "Uh, because you asked me to." "No, silly. I mean, why would I ask you to?" I thought for a moment. "Well, you wanted me to offer them to you." "Of course. So they are mine now?" I lowered my head once more. "My whole body is yours, mistress," I whispered. "To do with as I please." "Yes," I said. "Close your eyes, my dear." She always made me close my eyes before whipping me. It served to heighten my fear, not being able to see when the stroke would come, or how hard it was being wielded. The slight rustling I could hear in front of me told me she had shifted forward on the sofa, moving closer to me. In my mind's eye, I could see the pussy whip being held aloft, above my waiting breasts. "Push your nipples up higher," she commanded. "Oh, no, not my nipples!" I thought as I dutifully pointed the red- circled nubbins in Danielle's direction, wincing my eyes in anticipation of what was to come. "What a beautiful target," she said softly, talking to herself. "I'm so scared," I said, half-whining, expecting the first stroke to come down upon my sensitive tissues at any time. "That helps the atmosphere, darling. I want you to be scared. You still want me to work you over real good, don't you?" "Y-yes," I replied, still keeping my eyes tightly shut, for the first time thinking to myself that maybe it wasn't as good an idea as I had originally envisioned. |