Each blow of the whip was like a sharp, cutting punch. I could feel the weight of the metal washers beating on my flesh and I could sense the sharp an...gles of the hex nuts cutting into my back. Ophelia kept her body close to mine. I could feel the hex nuts on her pasties pressing into my nipples. I could feel her getting excited. After one very painful lash across my back, I felt Ophelia reach down with her left hand and grab my cock. I could feel her fingernails digging into the bruised. Then it was time to be fucked and she slipped on a dom, positioned me on my back, a pillow under my hips and my legs spread and in the air. She grabbed one leg for balance I think and with her other hand positioned her clitty and slowly sank into me. I had to gasp, she was a good size and I was still a bit tight. Once in though she quickly loosened me up and started to fuck me in a nice rhythm.It was a great sensation and I could feel her rubbing my prostate as I started to feel like I was. But I don't want to wait another day, or another night. I want to do it tonight!" All right, Baby. I'll tell you what. Since I'm so tired out, why don't you let me just lie here, on my back, like this? And then you do all the work? OK?" You mean, me on top?" That's right. You know about 'female superior, ' don't you?" Yes."Just the 'yes, ' I got, this time. No little lectures from Alice about Hospital Life and What We Learned in Nursing School."OK, then," I told her. I shifted over to the. Instead she struggled so violently that I was worried that she might dislocate her shoulders. I lowered her to the floor and as soon as she had leverage she kicked back at my shin with the heel of her shoe. My concern for her safety was quickly overridden by considerations of my own, causing me to again lift her off the floor.At this point she was screaming an almost incoherent stream of invectives; words spewed with such vehemence that they were nearly incomprehensible. Finally it dawned on me.