Last night Ms. C had a wholloping good time with a new toy.  Mistress had two hours to beat and pummel B.  It is sad when marks are an issue, but I have ways of making you feel it without the long-term marks.  And I love it because I get to use my hands and fists and feet.

He knelt before me asking for me to hurt him.  How could I say no?  I led him to the spanking bench and locked him in leather cuffs.  His pale white skin redened almost immediately with my handprints.  Such a rosey glow that I know will only last for a few hours.  He moaned and sighed and then I brought out the clothespins.

The back of his arms his nipples and his balls were covered with them.  B. looked like a porcupine.  And still I smacked him.  I played drums on his ass and when my hands got tired I brought out a paddle and spanked him with it.  I also knocked off the clothespins occasionally.  When all the cothespins were gone I used a rubber flogger to go deep into his ass and back and then a pretty stingy leather flogger.

I pulled his skin at the inner thighs and shoulders and listened to him scream and moan.  I have strong hands.  I then used B's ass as a speedbag to practice my boxing and punched hard so he would feel it for the next couple of days.  Then I introduced him to my legs.  Oh yes, Ms. C's legs are the most beautiful ever and are worth adoring, but they are very, very strong.  I kneed his ass and balls until B broke into a slick sweat.  And he told me no one had ever done that to him before.

I gave him a break so I could get a drink then led him to the whipping post. After cuffing B there I wrapped him in saran wrap leaving his cock open just for me and proceeded to whip and flog his "manhood" I made his knees buckle several times especially after I put rose clamps on his nipples and made him hold the chain in his mouth then pulled his head back by the hair.  What fun.

I brought out the violet wand and the bumble ball and tortured him until I had to pee.  Then I cut him out of the wrap and dragged him to the tub where he drank everything my bladder could hold.  It was only after he cleaned up that I let him massaged and nibble my tired feet.

I think every toy deserves to have a session with me at my house of pain.