HELPLESS . . .

 

 

 

 

Standing spread eagle and unable to free myself. Breathing hard and border lining on complete exhaustion as my breasts move slowly up and down with each breath.

 

Testing my bondage, well aware that there's absolutely no way I can free myself from this position . . . I still out of sheer willpower . . . continue to try. Pulling hard, flexing my now weakened muscles.

 

My legs are about as far apart as I can handle and my ankles are firmly locked in place. There normally wouldn't be any way I could be standing like this if it wasn't for the fact that my arms are outstretched above me and also firmly locked in place, supporting my weight.

 

Unable to see, hear or speak due to the large tight fitting gag stuffed deep into my mouth and strapped on extra tight. I let out a few moans that sound odd through the items blocking my hearing.

 

Every inch of my body being hugged tightly by the perfectly form fitting latex bodysuit. Although I'm finally not being whipped, I can still feel the sting of the tip of the riding crop and the tails of the cat-o-nine that was recently crisscrossing my helpless form.

 

Although my Captor was a Master at punishment, she has to be growing tired by now. Can't tell you how long she has been whipping my helplessly struggling body.

 

I can tell you every inch of my body from my breasts to the inside of my thighs feel as if they were sunburned. Even for a skilled flogger, this had to have taken a long time.

 

I'm no longer feeling the riding crop or the painful caress of the cat-o-nine as I await what happens next . . . unable to escape or plead with her . . . there's no other option . . .

 

Even though it's only been seconds since I last felt any new pains, it felt like forever, being unable to see or hear . . . the sting of a new instrument of pain tells me I don't need to wait any longer.

 

It's thin and very painful . . . must be a rod or cane now slapping back and forth between my thighs as I again, struggle to stop it . . . only wasting what little energy I have left.

 

Releasing small grunts through my gag with each slap of the cane as the random unexpected upward swings catch me and my extra wet pussy off guard . . . it only takes like five or six of these perfectly placed random hits before my whole body tenses up as I scream from the intense pleasure pain of another full body orgasm that goes on forever!

 

The more extreme I spasm, the faster these now direct hits to my swollen pussy come. Jerking wildly I want this to stop as much as I need it to continue . . .