“Sebastian stood me in front of the cross, stretched my arms up in the air and whilst my back faced him, he attached the cuffs to the rings on the cross. I made my choice as expected and selected the quirt, though it seemed far from ordinary. It had the burning sensations associated with a single tail and the first few strikes had me dancing around, in spite of being restrained to the cross. Despite his assertions that the quirt landed softly, the pain was more severe than I had expected and my mindset was not attuned to accepting this intensity. Foolishly, I tried to protect my backside by turning away from him, only to be commanded to stand straight again. I obeyed, though inevitably I recoiled again as the quirt landed harder and I attempted to drop to the floor regardless of my bonds. He had grown tired of my defiance and his voice no longer soft, it had a sharpness to it as he instructed me to stand up straight. He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back, it became clear that this was a silent reprimand and perhaps my final warning. I took heed of his unspoken words and stood immobile, my backside exposed to his torments and the rhythm of pain continued, with my cries as the chorus.” Unconventional Desires: A diary of discovery... Domination, Submission, Sadism and Masochism by Victoria Louise Sadler Free to Kindle Prime users amazon.co.uk/dp/B00MHZ0Q9Q
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