• I was regularly taking a whipping direct onto my pussy almost at every session. He wasn’t that bad, in his late 40’s, balding and a little overweight, nearly 6’. Using a leather ‘cat’ o’nine’ he pussy whipped me slowly and fairly gently to start with building up, it took maybe 7 or 8 minutes by which time he was striking me hard and rapidly maybe at 30 strokes a minute, to get me to an arching of my back climax, I was almost shouting “yes!” to each stroke. I couldn’t have cared less about being seen, although I suppose that would have spoiled things. At one point almost at the end, he had me bent over, Hands on my knees, bum in the air, legs wide apart, and he used the crop hard on my bum cheeks, hard enough with his strikes to leave me marked for a day or so. My new lifestyle permitted that, although I knew I’d have to agree to undergo new dare of some sort in the following days. He didn’t say anything at first. I also carried a small gym bag in which I had various items such as whips, riding crop, cat, tawse, belt, rope, candles, rope and so on. By the winter of 2010/2011, he was fisting my pussy each week – which was
