pain and delight

she tugged on my leash forcing me to stand up, I pulled myself up on my elbows, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. Ginger looked at me with a cold smile, her red lips shining like rubies in the shadows.

Emma helped me to stand, my legs trembling and unsure, yet I had never felt so good.

Arriving in the center of a circle, Ginger ordered me sharply;

• stand up, put your hands behind your head, I don't want to hear anything not a word, not a scream, not a moan.

Emma gave her a riding crop that she tested in the air, approvingly she approached and struck my right breast.

The crop fell on my bare skin, leaving a red mark that burned instantly. I felt a flash of pain that spread throughout my body, but I made no sound, as Ginger had ordered. I kept my hands behind my head, fingers clenched into fists to resist the urge to protect myself. Emma stood next to me, her eyes fixed on me with an unreadable expression.

Ginger looked at the mark nodded,

• well you don't score easily we'll go up to 30 strokes or a little more.

she circled around me, the new blow landed on the crack of my buttocks. The pain was sharp, but I didn't flinch. I could feel my heart pounding, and my legs shaking beneath me. Ginger continued to circle around me, her riding crop whistling through the air before coming down on my bare skin. Each blow was a reminder of my submission, my obedience. I could feel the pain building, but I said nothing. I didn't want to disappoint Ginger, I wanted to be a good employee worthy of her trust.

She knew the most sensitive and painful places, she fixed my gaze in search of the slightest weakness, wanting to see at which blow I would crack. The **** of the blows was always getting stronger, I would never have imagined that she could strike with such ****.

Ginger's whip hit my skin with a sharp pain, leaving a red mark that burned and throbbed. I gritted my teeth, determined not to make a noise, but my body trembled under the effort of remaining still. I could feel the marks forming on my skin, testimony to the punishment I was enduring.

Ginger walked around me, her steps measured and deliberate, like a predator watching for the slightest flaw, the whip blows redoubled with an almost surgical precision, but my body began to vibrate as much with pleasure as with pain, it was crazy I really discovered myself as an absolute masochist, my mind was asking for more.

Ginger continued to swing the crop with surgical precision, striking my skin with sharp, stinging blows. My body trembled with each blow, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through me. I could feel my skin growing hot and sensitive, the marks of her punishment vivid on my flesh.

Emma stood to the side, her eyes fixed on me, studying my reactions. I could see a slight trace of curiosity in her gaze, as if she were trying to gauge my limits. But I refused to give in, determined to prove myself to Ginger and myself.

Emma counted aloud to 30 but Ginger continued to 35 until I was coming like crazy, from pleasure and pain. I could feel my body going limp, muscles relaxed, as pleasure and pain mixed into an explosive mixture. Ginger finally stopped, the crop hanging in the air, and looked at me with a satisfied smile. Emma counted aloud, "Thirty-five," and Ginger nodded, apparently satisfied with my endurance.

I stood still, my hands still behind my head, as Ginger approached me.

• Well, let's get down to business.

Ginger attached the bracelets to the chains, tightening them around my wrists with a metallic click. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized I was now completely at her mercy. The chains stretched above me, leaving me suspended in the air, my arms outstretched and motionless.

• You can scream, beg, move I won't stop until you give up and give in, we'll go from whip, to paddle, to cane, still ready?

I nodded, something inside me rejoicing.

Emma handed Ginger a whip, which she expertly cracked on the ground and in the air, before aiming at me.

The whip whistled through the air, leaving a tense silence before it snapped against my skin with brutal ****. I felt a shockwave run through my body, but I refused to cry out, clenching my teeth to stifle the scream rising in my throat. The pain was sharp, but I could feel a perverse arousal growing inside me, as if my body was made for it.

Ginger's gaze didn't waver as she continued to strike my exposed skin. The pain was intense, but I could feel my body's response to each blow, a strange mix of pleasure and agony that I couldn't deny. My breathing became ragged and I could feel the sweat running down my face, but I refused to give in. I was determined to prove myself to Ginger and myself.

Emma stood to the side, watching with a mixture of fascination and worry. I could see the questions in her eyes, but I couldn't find the words to answer them.

Ginger threw the whip down and picked up the paddle, the pain increasing as it mainly targeted the fleshy parts, my breasts, my ass, my thighs, she was clearly an expert at getting the worst pain out of her victim.

Ginger raised the paddle high above her head, the muscles in her arms tensing as she prepared to strike. The paddle came down with a sickening thud, the pain radiating from my chest, spreading like wildfire. I couldn’t help but let out a gasp, my body tensing as I tried to absorb the pain. Ginger didn’t give in, the paddle came down again and again, each stroke more brutal than the last.

I could feel my skin breaking, the sting of the paddle becoming unbearable. I tried to squirm away, but the chains held me firmly in place, I was starting to get past the point of self-control, moaning now with each stroke of pleasure and pain.

Ginger’s eyes didn’t leave mine as she continued to wield the paddle with brutal ****. Each stroke was like a branding iron, burning my skin and leaving me breathless. I could feel my body shaking, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a way that was both agonizing and exhilarating.

• Are you ready to give up? Ginger asked, her voice low and menacing.

I shook my head, my mouth too dry to speak. I was determined to see it through, to prove to myself that I could handle whatever she had in store for me.

• Well I like you, Emma the cane.

Emma obeyed, Ginger whistled the cane through the air.

The cane came down with a sharp crack, leaving a red mark on my skin. Ginger continued to strike, each blow harder than the last. The character's body shook with each blow, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

The pain was beyond my limits I screamed, yelled but nothing stopped Ginger her gaze was wild, her eyes glowing with a sadistic light that terrified me. The cane came down again and again, each blow harder than the last, leaving red, burning marks on my skin. I could feel my body tense, my muscles spasming in pain, but I couldn’t stop myself from moving, from squirming under the chains that held me.

When I collapsed, exhausted only by the chains, Ginger finally stopped hitting me. She stood before me, her face contorted into an expression of sadistic satisfaction. Her eyes shone with a triumphant light, as if she had just won a personal victory. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, then turned to Emma.

• You see, Emma, ​​she said in a low, menacing voice, this is how you break a person’s spirit. You have to push them to their limits, **** them to submit to pain. Then turning to me, Bravo Teyla, Emma you will take care of her and when she is recovered I will receive her in my office upstairs.

Ginger turned to Emma and nodded at her, as if to give her a silent order. Emma nodded and approached me, her eyes filled with an expression of compassion. She gently took my wrists and began to undo the chains that held me. I felt an immediate relief as the chains fell to the ground, but my body was still tense with pain.

Emma gently took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face her.

• I think she was impressed, you were great my dear, I have already seen interviews but you are in the top 10.

With her words she took me to a wonderfully equipped infirmary, with infinite gentleness and patience she began to clean my wounds, her delicate fingers brushing my bruised skin. I felt a shiver of pain with each touch, but Emma was gentle and caring, as if she was trying to ease the pain I had endured. She applied a soothing balm to my wounds, and I felt a slight relief spread through my body.

• you shouldn't have any marks for more than 4 days you'll see this balm is great and your skin doesn't seem to mark permanently, I had a hard time believing her but my studies had shown me that it all depends on the person.

When she finished she put a loose tunic on me so that the fabric wouldn't rub on the marks, she took me to Ginger's office while carrying my things, she helped me sit down.