caned tits tied up in a dog's cage

She was shivering. It was colder than she had remembered outside. Than again, she hadn't been naked outside in October in a long time.

She had known that she was in for a session of pain and humiliation, but she had not had any idea what to expect exactly when she had arrived at her masters place.

When she had entered his house, she had been told to undress, and than he had bound her to a table.

Than he had come back holding a cane, and told her that her upper body would be caned. She had felt fear, but was confident that she could handle it.

The first blow landed across her navel piercing, and gave an upleasant sensation, seperate from the pain of the blow. Next strokes landed on her upperbody, but indeed, she could handle it. She could see that there would be welts, and she had been almost happy about that. SHe had fallen into a mindspace, where she could just let it happen. Stroke upon stroke, and just accept them without wanting to be somewhere else.

And than rather than just her stomach, the cane landed on her breasts. SHe had screamed. Loudly, and strained against her ties, but even before she had done screaming another canestroke had landed on her tits. And another, and another.

She was almost besides herself with pain. She knew that she had not flagged this as a limit, and she could handle it without using her stopword, she tought.

After about ten strokes on each side, her Master had laid down the cane. THan he had put his face against hers, and softly whispered that he was proud of her. She had wanted to thank him, but she had only produced a sob.

WHen her Master had wiped the tear from her eye, she had told him it was not due to the pain, but because of the overwhelming sensation.

'I know" he had simply answered.

He had untied her, and than asked her whether her welts felt hot

she had answered that yes they did. Maybe they didn't really feel hot, but she would really have liked something cold pressed against them to soothe them.

Her Master had simply told her that he would help her cool down, and to follow him.

WHen he stepped outside of the house, into his garden, she had stood on the doorstep, unsure of what to do. She had only gone into the garden when he had beckoned her on.

A little way down the garden stood a dogs cage. He had told her to go in, and sit on her knees, and than he had tied her arms to the top of the cage ("to ensure that enough air can get to your breasts").

Than he had simply walked away. She could feel goosebumbs rising over her body, whether is was a response to the caning, or to the cold she couldn't say

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Being alone with her pain, in this humiliating position, in the cold, had been a very special experience. For a while she had felt as if her spirit was not really here, but rather floating somewhere far away in a beautiful restful and loving atmosphere. She didn't know how long that had taken, but it was a sudden gust of cold wind which had ripped her out of that experience, and put her back in the here and now, naked, cold, tied up in a dogs cage, with her upper body covered in welts. She hoped he would come and untie her soon