I am gasping and panting at this point and my Daddy approaches the rack to check on His little Whip Slut.  I hear Him whisper to me that I am doing just perfectly.  Whenever He tells me this, I am always completely astonished because I never believe that I am perfect. I feel I am a bit of a wimp because I jump up and down and beg and plead for Him to stop.  He never really minds because He longs to hear me verbalize my emotions and tells me that it gives Him deep pleasure to be a part of my process.

I feel His fingers between the wet folds of my pussy, gently opening the lips.  I suddenly want His wonderful, magical fingers inside of me and I push hard up against Him to become more a part of His touch.  Daddy’s fingers dive deep inside my body, drawing themselves up against my G-Spot, manipulating my body into an explosion of Amrita, such that He must hold a towel beneath me to stop me from spraying and soaking the whole area.  My orgasm goes on and on and I almost scream aloud for my Daddy to stop, because I think that I will surely die from the sheer pleasure of the sensation.  When He releases me, I nearly collapse from exhaustion but He pushes His body up against me, telling me to stand up and be still because He is not yet done with me.

I feel my body shaking but I will myself to stand up against the Rack and obey my Daddy.  Barely cognizant of my surroundings, I hear the huge crack of my Daddy’s Big Bull Whip.  My body almost faints dead away but somehow I manage to hold on.  I feel myself stiffen and struggle to accept the stinging needles of pain and my body jerks around calling out in shock as the heat of His Strokes mingle with my own boiling and viciously caged fire.

I gasp again, calling out loudly as His Stripes send me squealing over yet another edge of myself, down and lost in a sea of perverse enjoyment of my own humiliation.  I shake my head wildly, back and forth, as the pain rages a war with the pleasure and the passion I feel.  I sense Him watching me carefully now; feeling and breathing into how my body is reacting to each one of His strokes.  He knows of the battle raging inside of me between the pain and pleasure I am feeling and that my mind is searching for understanding on how I can feel such excitement as this intense pain increases.  I mean, should there not be a difference?  A distinct separation of these two sensations?

He senses my fear of Him and that He may not stop before I either fall unconscious and drop before His eyes or scream out my Safe Word.  He knows that my mind is struggling to sort out my fear from pain and my heat from arousal and that soon, the sensations will mingle and bind slowly together, edging the fear from my mind as the burning and arousal bind together, bringing me to the very brink of total brokenness.  Daddy knows His Little Girl better than she knows herself at this point and finally drops His Whip at His Feet and comes to me, jumping up onto the frame and covering my body with His.

Enfolding me in His strong arms, He gently places me on the floor in the middle of His Whipping Sheet and carefully folds the corners of the sheet over my body, wrapping me up as if I were a giant Burrito.  Daddy tenderly places a folded towel under my head and leaves me to float in a warm, red sea of sensual delight where all I am aware of is a deliciously, all encompassing sense of security, safety and peace.  For me, that is all there is in the Whole Universe because I know, somewhere from a long way away, that my Daddy is totally taking care of me and keeping watch over me.