Today I Want to Punish You in the Forest, My Whip Will Land on Your Balls and Then You Will Get a Ruined Orgasm
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Today, my dear, your punishment takes on a primal edge, a taste of the wild woven into your disgrace. We venture into the forest, into the heart of nature itself, where your cres will reverberate against the trees. I tie you up, each knot a promise of pain, and your balls tethered cruelly to a tree. You gasp as the rope pulls tight, and my whip meets your ass with a kiss. Each lash a fiery stripe against your skin, marking you in a way no ink could. As the echo of your pleas bounces off the tall trees, I move to your chest. My whip makes its acquaintance with your flesh, your skin yielding under its cruel touch. Then, your cock and balls, already straining from the rope, endure their share of the punishment. The whip dances across your sensitive skin, your howls of pain accompanying the birdsong in the forest. And then, as your body writhes in the throes of agony, I give you a sliver of pleasure - a deft touch, a stroke, building you towards an orgasm.
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carries a hint of your repenting punishment.
The silent woods seem to be holding their breath
as if aware of the spectacle about to unfold.
I make sure you're completely exposed
to nature's cold gaze,
naked as the day you were born, vulnerable.
The rough bark of the tree against your back,
its towering height, a stark reminder
of your puny existence, your insignificance
in the grand scheme of things.
I loop the sturdy rope around the base of your balls,
tightening the knot with meticulous care.
Your gasps, tinged with fear and anticipation,
blend seamlessly with the rustling of the leaves above.
The tree, once just an innocent part of nature,
now serves a heady mix of anticipation and dread.
My fingers dance over the rope,
the mere hint of contact making you gasp.
And then, without warning, my hand strikes your ass.
The sharp sound echoes through the forest,
the sting of my palm harsh contrast to the cold air.
Count, I command, my voice echoing
through the silent woods.
You obey, your voice trembling as you stammer out.
One, mistress.
The woods are now a witness to your humiliation,
your ***** of pain and submission
and unwanted symphony of degradation.
But I don't stop.
Each strike of my hand, each cry from you,
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