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Day 34: Tuesday
BDSM Sex Story: Day 34: Tuesday - This is a tale about a brother, John, and his petite stepsister Anna. Together they explore the world of BDSM.
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Yesterday was a bit over the top, even for us. We both need a little time to process, and to heal (one of us, at least). It was far more intense than what we did before, and we’ll have to come to terms with what it means. Was this a one-time thing (probably not)? Have we just pushed a boundary further outward (maybe)? Is this something that we can do occasionally, but not regularly (probably)? But we’ll have to discuss this, and we need a bit of time to let it all sink in first.
So, today will be a bit slower. We still do our caning game, of course: we’re at 70 strokes today. She bears them stoically, even though her thighs are still badly bruised, which makes the kneeling part quite painful in itself.
Afterwards, I send Anna into the bathtub. Oh, not to soak, of course. At least not the usual way.
She complains a bit, of course. The tub is too cold, and she has to stretch her bruised skin to lower herself down, and the surface is hard, and she has little room to move inside the tub.
But the second I start peeing into a glass, she shuts up. I’m not sure if it’s the novelty, or the fear of what I might have planned, or maybe even the anticipation. But apparently, the tub is not so bad after all.
I have her lie on her back, her torso and her head flush on the bottom, her legs spread and sticking out over the sides. And then I place the glass, which is almost full, right on her chest.
When I pick up a whip, I tell her the plan: I’m going to whip her pussy, and - unless she want to have my piss all over herself - she will have to stay completely still. Not even screaming or breathing hard, as that would most likely also topple the glass.
Knowing that she cannot anser, I ask her if she’s all right with that plan. Predictably, she says nothing. She does give me her patented eye-roll, though. I guess that means ‘yes’.
She manages to stay surprisingly still. I mean, I’m not just laying into her, we want to take it a bit more slowly today, after all. But I do hit her most sensitive place with a leather whip that’s made for business. And sure, there is some movement, but not a lot, and the glass remains standing.
Until I tell her that we’re done with the whipping. Then she gives a small - but deliberate - shudder, causing the glass to fall and drench her body in piss. She just has to have the last word here ... even if she is silent. Speaking of words, she was lucky that the glass fell away from her face, or she might have gotten more than she could swallow!