There was a huge stool in the middle of the room, and some ropes scattered on top of it. I was already blindfolded and it was the first session for both of us. Master tugged on the belt attached to my neck and it was the signal for me to make the move. I relied on a gentle pull from master at the belt for directions as I slowly and carefully crawled towards the stool.
On reaching the stool I was allowed to get up on my feets abd asked to embrace the stool in front of me. As I did as ordered I could realize him moving around and busy, slowly he tied a knot around the wrists of my hands, using the ropes which were scattered on the top of the stool, and around the stool. I attempted a gentle pull but only to realize how firmly I was held at the stool. For seconds then I couldnt feel and movement and then suddenly I felt his hands on my hips pulling my underpants down. Though blindfolded yet I closed my eyes below the cloth as my naked ass was exposed in the thin air under master's inspecting glare and a hungry cane.
It wasnt much of a cane, a makeshift stick but capable enough to give several canes a run for their money in effects of sting. But things seemed to be slowly moving as master cupped the soft flesh of my ass to comtemplate what I was about to endure, he rubbed his hands in advance symapathy twice and then took a step back. As I swallowed a long breath and grit my teeth, slash hit the first blow on my cheeks. God it pained, never have I imagined pain this much from my self experiments. Actually doing it alone restricts you to a certail limit of pain but here restricting was not under my control it rested on the wills and whims of the person who held the cane and owned my ass as well. The second blow broke my distractions and brought me back to the tormenting realities. Only 2 strokes has broken my wills and seemed like I have been under the cane for a 100 blows.
The fifth blow delayed a bit and I could feel my skin wriggle, waiting for the blow, trembling desperately for the need of union with the cane or the fear of yet another sting. But when the cane yet again kissed the skin it was another rush of madenning pain up my torso. I was already started to beg for mercy and with more blows my pleads went from request to begging, but mercy wasnt to come so quickly. Five more seemed like an eternity to me, half way through had broken me so much that I could have given any price to help me out. But somehow I gritted my teeth preparing myself for each next blows, holding my breath and releasing only once the sensation of pain had run through to my mind.
When the ties of my hand gave way after the 10 blows I collapsed immediately on my knees holding my ass and leaning forward almost in tears. Master was kind enough to leave me with my pain for few minutes before he resumed contorling me yet again. But that was my first 10 blows and my first red marks over my torso. I was not able to take as many blows then, but its a learning process and I am still pushing my limits hard. And any day I will love the luxury of a rough cane with a naked ass.
Slave Babai, 05MAR10
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