Her body seized up tight at the impalement, but she barely made a sound.
“It’s your job to keep that in your ass,” he declared. “You won’t want it to fall out.”
He was certain that she had not planned on either flogger being used this way. The third flogger was the only one he cared to use, and this one wasn’t really a flogger at all but a braided cat of nine talons, if he guessed right, expertly woven into a handcrafted handle – nicely done. He had a similar one hanging in a locked cabinet in his den at home. This would be enough to make her suffer, he thought.
Still, he wasn’t finished with his preparations.
He lifted the halter away from her breasts, seeing that her n*****s had been pierced with rings. Sending her body into instant pain was as easy as pinching the small nubs
