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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0003 (MF BDSM FDom)
Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 23:10:05 -0400
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Images
by GenericJoe <genericjoe@offthebeatenpath.org>

In deference to short pieces, to Suki's images from when I was first
finding my bdsm-self, I am going to work on a series of images, most of
which will have a bdsm theme of some kind or another, all short.  At
least three a week (but I'd love to do them daily.)

As they are posted, the images will be archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/


0003
(MF BDSM FDom)

The flogger fell against my back.

My world was simple.  The flogger lifted up.  Hemp rope wrapped around
my wrist, pulling up, and threaded through a hook in the ceiling. 
Leather leg cuffs latched into a spreader bar, forcing my feet a yard
apart.

The flogger fell against my back.

I felt it.

She was back there, swinging the flogger, scourging my back, my ass, my
body.

I felt my body.

I felt the hair on my back as it moved in the wind right before the
flogger slammed into my back again, slam slam slam.  I felt the way the
ropes held my wrists in their firm grasp; the looseness of the leg
cuffs, which nevertheless kept me from moving my feet more than a few
inches.

The flogger fell against my back.

I felt it. It didn't even hurt anymore.

She hit me harder.

Yes my skin cried out thinking, more more more.  My brain stopped, or
went into overdrive, not thinkinganalyzingverbalizing only
feelingbeingexperiencing. My skin crackled with ultraviolet light. Sweat
ultrasonically beaded up, and slid slowly, racecar-like down, leaving a
cool, wet trail on my forehead, thighs, belly.  I rocked back and forth
in time to the flogger's fall, the metronome of my soul.

The flogger fell against my back. It lifted up. It fell again again
again.  I moaned.  I felt my cock rise, my balls tighten.  She hit me
again.

I took it, for her.

The flogger fell against my back.  Once. Twice.  A thousand times.  It
didn't matter how many times she hit me, or how hard.

I'd take it.  For her.

I was my body, and it was hers.

The flogger fell against my back.


(C) GenericJoe, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0003.html

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