So after the caning He turned me around. My hands were sweaty and I brushed away the tears with my hands, the wrist cage still on me. I tried to cover myself with my crossed hands, which was nearly impossible.
He wanted me to tell Him that I couldn’t take it anymore. But I fought Him. So He caned the front of my thighs and my belly. Some of the strokes are visible on the photo. I gave in and said that I’d give up. Not with whole of my heart but I gave up.
Master knew that there was another scar that I longed for. I wanted one inside of my hip bone. They are very lovely and a scar would just look wonderful there.
So He got the razor and cut me. The cut didn’t wanted to bleed, so He squeezed it and tugged on it. How painful. He tortured me for another 20 minutes. Ah what an evening.
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