Butterflies, Whips and Nails (BDSM whipping tickling erotica)
A girl is about to find out why she shouldn't chase after butterflies, when she walks right into a BDSM joint. Curiosity gets the better of her though, and she signs herself up for a private session with the mysterious Sadie. Is this the birth of a fresh BDSM enthusiast? 4133 words with bdsm, whips, spanking, tickling, a wooden horse, and a naughty butterfly. Adults only! All characters over 18. More
A girl is about to find out why she shouldn't chase after butterflies, when she walks right into a BDSM joint. Curiosity gets the better of her though, and she signs herself up for a private session with the mysterious Sadie. Is this the birth of a fresh BDSM enthusiast? 4133 words with bdsm, whips, spanking, tickling, a wooden horse, and a naughty butterfly. Adults only! All characters over 18.
Taking my wrists in her hands, she led me over to where iron shackles hung down from the ceiling. Apprehensively, I allowed her to lock me in, forcing me to stand on tip-toes, arms stretched up above my head. At my feet were a second pair of shackles, connected by a short chain to a heavy iron weight. These she locked around my ankles, preventing me from kicking or being able to escape very far.
"It's okay to scream if you want. The walls are sound-proof, so everything you shout will just be between you and me."
Then she tiptoes behind me, out of sight.
"Now, this is a game I like to start off with for many of my clients. I call it 'Whips and Nails'. See, when you say 'whip'..."
She stopped talking. Puzzled, I tried turning around to where she was standing, but was too limited by my chains.
"...when I say 'whip'?"
A blaring pain flared out from my butt. Did... did she spank me, just now!?
"...Then I'll spank and flay your helpless bottom with this whip here. I'll keep doing that, until you say 'nail'..."
The whipping stopped. But then she placed her hands beside my torso, and started fluttering her nails up and down my vulnerable sides, causing me to scream and buck.
"...After which, I'll switch over to tickling your sweet, sensitive body with my nails. Got it?"
"Yes! Yes! I got it! Stop!"
But she didn't. She kept stroking my sides, ribs, and armpits with her devilishly long nails, unrelentingly sending me into ticklish hysterics. Until I finally remembered, and screamed out,
"Whip! Whip! P-Please... whip!"
The tickling stopped. But it was soon replaced with a series of lashing pain all over my tender bottom, forcing me to grit my teeth and endure as best as I could, tears starting to wet my eyes. Just what have I signed myself up for?
Sadie ceased whipping me, but without being given a moment to rest, I soon found myself laughing frenziedly as my body struggled in vain to escape her tormenting nails. She was absolutely merciless, tickling me to tears and breathlessness, till I couldn't stand it any longer and screamed out 'whip'. Then she'd lash out at me with her terrible whip, sending all kinds of stinging pains through my butt, which must've been getting really swollen and certainly a lot more sensitive. It was driving me crazy trying to tolerate one thing, then the other, then back again. I wasn't sure what was worse, the painful whipping, or the maddening tickling. I just knew that both were quickly becoming more and more intolerable, and that if this didn't stop soon, I would really lose it.
"Whip! Nail! Whip! Nail!"
I screamed in desperation. Pressing her body up against my back, Sadie reached around with both hands and locked me into her embrace, digging her nails cruelly into my taut armpits.
"Are you trying to be coy with me?
"PLEASE! I'm begging you! Just STOOOOOOP!!!"