Make interpersonal relationship with my friend – 6

“Well, I thought it might be too much… you know, kind of going too far… but seeing you like this…”

“Seeing me like this makes you want to keep it? And maybe try it?”

She paused for a minute. “Um, yes… seeing you like this makes me want to try it.”

I hesitated for a few seconds and then, not sure what I was getting myself into, said, “Why don’t you go get it and show me.”

“Okay.”

She left the room and went upstairs to retrieve this mystery object. Standing there naked with my wrists and ankles securely restrained, my body completely exposed and open to whatever she wanted to do to me, I felt pretty sure that whatever she bought had the purpose of inflicting pain. I also felt pretty sure I would, in the end, let her use it on me.

She was only gone for a minute, but it felt like an hour before she walked back in and stood before me again, hiding her new toy behind her back.

“Do you remember when I talked about watching cowboy movies when I was a kid and obsessing over the scenes of guys getting tied up and whipped?” she asked.

“Oh yes, I remember,” I replied.

“Well, it’s not like they were using a towel… it was more something like this.”

She brought her left hand out from behind her back to display her purchase. It was a black leather single tail whip.

I was speechless for a few seconds. “Uh, is that like a miniature bullwhip?” I finally asked.

“It’s called a signal whip,” she replied. “I actually thought about getting a bullwhip but the guy at the store recommended this for beginners, it’s only 4 feet long and he said it would be easier to control and safer to use.”

“Well,” I said, “safer sounds… good.”

She uncoiled the whip, dropped the end down to my cock and slowly looped it around the shaft.

“This would hurt more than the tawse, maybe a lot more. But I’ve practiced with it, on a pillow, and I’m pretty sure I can use it without breaking the skin. It’s easier to target this kind of whip than with the bigger ones.”

I went a little weak at the knees hearing her say “target,” knowing this meant places on my body. Places that would probably soon be feeling the business end of this new whip.

“Do you want to use that on me, Daicy?”

She looked at me with eyes that were a little sad, and reached up with her right hand to caress my face. “Yes johnson, I do… seeing you chained up like this and holding this whip in my hand makes me want to use it… my stomach is doing flip flops, I’m so turned on.”

“If using that on me would excite you, then… I want you to.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked me. “I couldn’t stand it if you thought I was too weird for you. Are you sure you want a crazy girlfriend that gets off on whipping you?”

“I think you already know the answer to that,” I said. “Look at your whip.”

She looked down at the whip looped around my cock and saw that I was hard as rock.

“Oh Baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around me, “I love you.” She leaned up and kissed me, and reached down to fondle my rigid cock again. It throbbed to her touch. “I love you too,” I said.

“You’re turned on too, aren’t you,” she said, squeezing some precum out of my cock. She put her fingertips on my lips and spread it over them, then reached back down to squeeze out more. “Open your mouth,” she said, and pushed her wet fingers inside me so I could lick them clean.

“You remember your safe words, right?” she asked.

“Yes, and you remember I might beg you to stop but you don’t have to unless I use a safe word, right?”

“Oh yes… you know, when I bought this it was going through my mind how much it would make you beg for mercy… I know it’s weird, but I like hearing you beg.”

“It’s not weird Daicy, it’s fun for me too.”

“Okay Sweetheart.” She unlooped the whip from around my cock and brought it up to my face.

“If I use this on you it will be on your back, your ass, and your thighs. I’ll go easy on you at first, but I’m really in the mood to whip you until you’re crying and begging for me to stop.”

“I understand.”

“But you know I won’t stop johnson, and your beginning will just make me whip you harder.”

“I know.”

“Then kiss the whip if you want me to begin.”

She held the signal whip to my lips and I kissed the braided leather, and then Daicy moved behind me. She cracked the whip in the air a few times and the sound made me jump in my chains.

“Sounds scary, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, with a catch in my voice.

“Are you scared?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t blame you. Well you won’t be scared much longer, just in a lot of pain.”

She held the end of the whip, touching my back with it to measure off her distance, and I suddenly realized I was trembling with fear.

Without warning she swung the whip, striking my back diagonally across my shoulder blades. I felt nothing for a split second and then a burning sensation spread across my back. She paused, seeming to instinctively know the arc of my pain as it rose and fell, and then she struck me again, this time slightly lower than before.

“Oh,” she said, “I wish you could see the red stripes this makes. It’s like I can paint your back with this.”

The third lash was harder, and I groaned through my gritted teeth.

“That hurt more, didn’t it?

“Yes, it did.”

The fourth lash was harder still, causing me to arch my body and pull at my chains. “God, that really hurts Daicy.”

“Oh Baby, I love seeing you move your body like that,” she said. She swung again and struck me in the same place but this time the end of the whip curled around me and caught the edge of my right nipple. “Jeez” I shouted, twisting in my restraints, “you really are good with that thing!”

“I told you I practiced,” she said with a giggle.

Then she began punishing me in earnest, lashing me again and again in an unrelenting rhythm, gradually lowering her aim each time until she reached the small of my back. I was on fire.