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I am naked and handcuffed, my hands are pulled up and this guy, who was a stranger to me an hour ago, is whipping my ass like as his live depended on it.

This is the first time in my life I get whipped. Red welts show up all over my back and my ass. Lash after lash this man makes my buttocks quake.

But the most absurd part about this is, I am actually enjoying it, I love it, I don’t want it to stop, never, give me more…

But let’s start at the beginning: I am Patricia, I am 24 years old and I am a photo model. Believe it or not, 24 is quite an age for a photo model. There is so much young competition out there, the girls get younger and younger every week. These days you see 16 years old girls walking for top designers on fashion weeks in Paris, New York and Tokyo. I mean, I still feel young and sexy, but things are not easy in my business.

So last week I got that call. It was my agency. They said a client booked me and I have to show up at some old factory ruin on Monday. The payment was good, so I accepted and went there this morning.

This was some lonely scaring area. I didn’t even want to leave my car. So I waited a couple of minutes and just in the moment when I wanted to disappear, this guy came running to my car. He had some photo-equipment in his hands, so I was positive this was Mr. Foster, the client. “Hey!”, he shouted, “don’t leave. You must be Patricia, right?” He was middle-aged and looked decent, not the kind of guy that would scare you off. So I left the car. “Hi! Mr. Foster?” I asked. “Sure, Sure.”, he replied, “I just prepared the setting in there. If you don’t mind, come in, just as you are. You look beautiful, we don’t have to change anything. You are perfect!”

I was looking around for the staff, which you would expect to find at a shooting, hair stylists, makeup artists, you know, the crew. But there was no one. Just me and Mr. Foster…

“Please, come in Patricia…”, he was waving with his equipment at a small entrance to this rundown building. He looked funny with his windswept hair. Again, he looked like an absent-minded professor, I trusted him, so I followed.

This place must have been abandoned a long time ago. Like every single window was broken, ages old industry scrap lying around everywhere. But after all, a photographer has to tell a story and this place told a story without even talking. At this point I didn’t know yet it was all about BDSM whipping stories…

The shoting started. I acted and posed like I was used to. I’m a professional, that part was easy. I was booked for a naked shoting, so I knew what was coming. “Take that black dress off”, Foster shouted. “And now the bra. Yes, yes, yes. You’re doing fine. Come on, play with camera…Now take your pants off and purse your lips… Yes, sexy, so sexy, that’s it… come on… give it all… ”

After this scene he came over to me with a pair of huge leather bracelets. He said these are the latest thing from Paris and this shoting was for promoting them. So I let him put them on to me. Wow, they were huge. But what did I care. For this amount of money he could put on me in what ever he liked to.

Now thingsturned around and went fast. After he attached these bracelets, he instantly grabbed my hands and fixed them at a rope, which was hanging down from the ceiling.

“Maybe things are not exactly as I said. Maybe I was telling stories. Fact is you are here to get whipped, BDSM whipped…” What was he talking about? I never heard of BDSM before. But he definately acted strange and being naked and fixed to that rope, I finally got scared…

The next moment the whip lashed down on my naked asss. Pain. I was shocked. I wasn’t even able to scream. WOOOSH!! The next beat landed on my ass. Sweet pain again… Did I say sweet? Yes, actually it felt bad and good at the same time. When the next strike hit me, I started to get afraid of my self. No doubt. i liked it! How did he name it again? BDSM whipping? I want to get BDSM whipped for the rest of my life…

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