Enduring new experiences.

You want to win. You are competitive. Of course, you haven't ever had to really work super hard for success, so this could be a real test for you.

Heather begins gently, so she says, but each blow across your body feels like fire on your skin. With each stroke you clench, and the large plug in your ass makes its presence known again. After eight or ten strokes, however, the fire spreads through your body, warming you all over. It actually starts to feel good.

Throughout, Heather delights in your cries and moans, your mouth still pinned open by the strange little clamp thing.

Just as you think you've adjusted to the pressure of her blows, she increases it, or changes the way she flicks the flogger, and it burns all over again. All the while, the small vibrator hums along, teasing you well below orgasmic levels.

Mark watches with interest as you take blow after blow, moaning and whining. It really doesn't hurt as much as you'd thought it would. Either floggers are not that scary, or Heather really knows what she's doing to make the experience enjoyable.

Because in truth, you do enjoy it. It does hurt, but after those first few strokes to warm you up, it's a good pain, mostly.

Still, after another several strokes, Heather applies more **** and the sensation grows sharper. She mixes up her targets, striking thigh or breast or belly seemingly at random.

She definitely knows what she's doing, keeping the fire from properly warming any one part of your skin enough to fully enjoy it, keeping the sensation painful without the pleasure.

Still, you know she's testing you, trying to get you to end the game. So you endure, and gradually, your skin welcomes the sting of the flogger's tails, and you come around to enjoying it again.

So she moves around to your back, and the process starts over. Pain. Pleasure.

She moves back to your front, which is mostly covered with a vaguely stinging sensation. The flogger bites your skin. Pain eventually yielding to pleasure again.

You long to come, but cannot ask for it. The only thing you can communicate is surrender, and you don't want to risk losing the game.

So you just take it. And fuck if it doesn't make you feel more alive than ever. Heather plays your body like an instrument, producing pain or pleasure however she likes, and she seems to really like it. You begin to wonder what she's like when she's not in chastity, if she's more laid back, perhaps less fun? You hadn't ever really understood the appeal of chastity devices for the weather before, maybe she really enjoys savoring her own arousal, just as she's forcing you to savor yours now.

Hm. Maybe you can begin to understand the appeal. You still wouldn't want to do it, but you can maybe appreciate it.