The Whip, the Rope, and Me (A Hit Publication)

CHAPTER 5 The Thong and I Jim and I stood facing each other. He had not stretched me, my bound hands were just above my hair but I could not possibly reach them with my teeth, I was beautifully available. He was holding the whip he would use upon me and seeing it like that, I wondered how I had contrived to kiss it so lovingly. I heard my voice, driven by an awful need, "Jim, please whip me! Please get on with it, please don't keep me waiting. I curling up inside "Turn around." He said. "You can." The simple words 'you can' forced me to present him with my bare back and bottom, making me come to him and not he to me. ....