Whipping Michele (MF, S&M)I bring you into the old garage. Its night and the illumination in the structure is harsh. I brought you here for the ambiance and for the privacy. No one will know what we do here. I lead you into the middle of the building and I begin to strip you. Unbuttoning your top, I slide it off of your shoulders bringing your big sexy, sensitive tits into view. I can see your breathing is rapid and shallow. You are beginning to understand what is going to happen to you. I unzip your skirt and let it drop to the floor. Your shapely hips and hairless pussy draw me in. I stop long enough to caress your skin and i put my hands between your legs and stroke your slit. YouÕre soaking wet and you moan as I finger you. I turn you around to unclasp your bra. It too falls to the floor. With only your high heels on, you look incredibly lovely and sexy. With my left hand I begin to squeeze your big sexy tits, enjoying their firmness, squeezing them harder and harder. ÒIÕm going to hurt you tonight, angel.Ó I look into your eyes and speak again. ÒTell me you want me to hurt your tits.Ó I hear you speak the words. I am so hard and aroused now, I am anxious to get started.From a nearby table, I take a pair of leather cuffs that I strap to your wrists. I move you over to a rope hanging from the ceiling and, tying you wrists to the rope, I pull the loose end until your body is fully stretched out for me. I leave only a small amount of slack to allow you to move but not far. Before I begin, I feast my eyes and then my hands on your lovely body, feeling you up roughly.Then I walk over to the table looking at the tools I brought for tonightÕs work. There is only one tool I wish to use tonight. I pick up the singletail whip in my hands. Your eyes are locked on the instrument of torture IÕve picked out for you. I love that look. It drives me to begin.I walk around you until i have a clear view of your ass. The whip lashes out  and lands on your right cheek.  Your pelvis pushes forward from the shock and sting. You cry out.  Another lash, a bit higher than the last, digs into your skin. You hips begin to gyrate and you lift one leg and then the other high to deal with the pain. Three then four lashes fall on your ass. Red welts are already beginning to swell across your white skin. I aim the whip higher, onto your back. You arch your back away but you canÕt avoid. You are moaning as the sensation begins to build on your back and ass. I begin to lash harder, concentrating on marking your sensitive ass cheeks. For the first time, you say ÒnoÓ as I prepare for another stroke.I move around to your front and land a stroke on your smooth stomach. You flinch and cry out. Another stroke and then another. You begin to spin your body back and forth to avoid strokes. A half a dozen strokes fall on your stomach and the front of your thighs.  I really begin to work on you. You are pulling as far from me as the rope will allow as I move around you, lashing your body, leaving only one area untouched. Your body is feeling like its on fire. Waves of pleasure move through me with every stroke I lay on your luscious body.I stop for a moment and admire you. Your body is writhing as you deal with the pain that IÕve inflicted.   Your body is now marked with nasty looking welts across your ass, thighs, back and stomach. Some are showing signs of bleeding. I walk behind you and begin to squeeze and manhandle your ass. I run my finger into the crack of your ass, massaging your asshole before firmly pushing my hand between your legs to penetrate your pussy with my fingers.  You move your pelvis against my hand to get more pressure, to get some pleasure in the midst of the pain you feeling. I let you have this pleasure. Now, I back away. Its time for the climax of this evening. I have avoided whipping your tits up to now. I love their size and shape, their sensitive aureolas topped by lovely suckable nipples. IÕve saved these for now. Again, I circle you, looking for the best position. Your eyes stay locked on me and the whip. When I do stroke, the heavy braided leather whip lashes across both breasts. You immediate recoil from the stroke, grunting in pain. I quickly give you another. This one strikes you nipple making you howl. You begin to turn away from me, but I stop and tell you to turn to face me. ÒPush your tits out!Ó Again, you comply. I am so proud of you as you turn towards me an pull your shoulders back as far as you can against the rope.  I give you two more lashes, aiming for your nipples. By now you are crying and I bring welts up on your sensitive tits with stroke after stroke from the single tail. The pleasure I get from using the whip on your tits is greater than any IÕve ever felt. I feel ecstatic, totally alive. You are an excellent slave. I put the whip down. I untie the rope that holds your arms up and lower you. After removing your cuffs, I take you gently in my arms, kissing your forehead and temple. I have brought a soft robe for you to put on. After gathering up our clothes and tools, we walk back to the car. When we get home, I draw a warm bath for you and help you sooth your body before we get in bed together where we fall asleep in each otherÕs arms.