1. Chain Story


    Date: 4/15/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: slaveshart1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    chanting her mantra absorbing the punishment. I decided to increase the intensity a bit to see what her reaction would be. She started to try to pull her legs up to her ass. In doing that, since the spreader bar was tied to the bed, she pulled her body back to the point that she slide off of the bed. She landed on her knees, I continued to strike. Finally she slipped down to laying face-down prone on the carpet. I gave her a few more strokes; no reaction on her part. Even her mantra had quit, or at least the part that I could hear had quit. I looked over her body and couldn’t find a spot that was not an angry red or already starting to bruise. It was done. Even though she had not once used a safe word, I stopped the beating. I was not worried that we had gone too far, I just determined that it was time to stop. I began to release her from her restraints, she still is laying on the floor, letting me do whatever I needed to do. She looks at me with what we used to call the ‘thousand-yard stare’. Her eyes were open but she was not seeing me or anything else at that point. She had traveled so far into subspace I wondered what her return would be like. I helped her into a sitting position, bent down and put her arms around my neck. I told her to grab my neck and hold on. I could feel the slightest contraction of her arm muscles but effectively she could do nothing to help. I lifted her up and placed her back on the bed. I turned her onto her side and into a slightly fetal tuck ...
    and covered her up. I go around to the other side of the bed and crawl in. I tuck up as close to her as I can. I begin to stroke her hair and talk to her and kiss her. I tell her that Daddy is there and all will be well. I am here it’s OK. We lay like that for probably twenty to thirty minutes. The one really dramatic thing that I remember is the color of her eyes when we were laying there. Her eyes are usually a ‘normal’ blue. From the end of the session until she finally went to sl**p, her eyes were the most amazing turquoise color. I have no explanation for that, I just know that it was an incredible color. After about twenty or thirty minutes she started to come back from subspace and started to become aware. Then without warning, her shoulders begin to shake and she starts sobbing. She keeps mumbling, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying”. I try to comfort her and even though she sounds like she is talking to me, I don’t think she is completely aware of me and where we are. She cries for a few minutes then stops. In a few minutes she is crying again and apologizing. She actually does this for close to a half an hour. Every once in a while, she looks into my eyes like she is using them as beacon for her return trip from subspace. Occasionally she reacts as if she hears me but still has not spoken to me in a cogent manner. At last her eyes start to close, each blink takes longer for her eyes to reopen. She falls asl**p. I quietly slip out of bed and go to the front room, ...
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