I hung there for quite a while before I realized that the whipping was finally over. They had their fun. There was no more kicking to avoid their lashes. Her guests had done as I had asked. They fulfilled my secret fantasy and showed me no mercy. Hopefully I had pleased them and my Mistress.
Instead of more pain I felt the relief of the weights being removed from my toes. The short cords were unhooked and the throbbing pressure eased in my balls just a little.
The winch moved and my toes made contact with the floor, but it was impossible to stand. I sort of melted into a beaten heap on the floor.
My overfilled jaws relaxed, and I welcomed the fresh air as Samantha removed my hood. My tear-crusted eyes blinked several times adjusting to the light. Gently Samantha loosened the thick strap
