I stare up at you in disbelief but force the strap around my head as tight as it can go. This presses the tampons further into my mouth, my cheeks bulging however they are held down by the thick rope as it presses into my cheeks, making me almost positive that it will bruise.

I cry out with each lash that you serve onto my trembling form, barely any sound escaping from behind the gag though it is obvious that if I didn't have a gag at this point someone would surely hear. My jaw is already aching from the gag, the straps secure. I moan when you finally stop whipping me, the fabric of my tank top and thin underwear actually somewhat ripped from the force of the whipping that you had given.