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I’m going to admit Emily made me thrash myself with stinging nettles. My challenge was to ride my bicycle out to a wood about four miles away where I had to pack my knickers with handfuls of them. Then I had to ride home without standing on the pedals so the bicycle seat would force the leaves into me, poisoning the softest, most vulnerable parts of my sex organs with a thousand stings.

As her whore I knew my genitals were hers to please herself with and she told me if the pain began to wear off I had to stop, find more nettles and repack my knickers with fresh leaves, to pump as much sting into my (her whore’s) c--t as possible. I did that twice.

When I got home I emailed her to tell her that although the agony had almost made me cry, it hadn’t been quite as severe as we expected.

“Honestly whore, do you feel you’ve been punished enough?” she asked. “No Emily, I don’t.” I said, obliged by my responsibility to our game to tell the truth. She made me go out again but this time I had to hold her (my) whore’s c--t open with the fingers of my left hand and thrash it with bundles of nettles with my right. It was important she said, that I held my hood back to expose my clit to the full force of the blows, hoping the impact would fill her (my clit's) skin with enough sting poison to cripple me in agony. Emily's intention was not simply that, she wanted to fuck up my sex life for as long as she could.

As soon as the first lash hit me I knew she’d be pleased. It didn’t feel like stinging, it felt like a heavy blow, like someone had kicked me. I had to grit my teeth, tried to breathe through the pain and sank to my knees, unable to believe anything could hurt that much. It took maybe a couple of minutes to settle down and make me realise I could take more. I knew Emily would want that.

I needed to report that I’d been faithful to the game, goodness knows what she’d have asked of me if she hadn’t been satisfied my punishment was adequate.

Through my hands she whipped her whore raw. I was so intoxicated with sex I wanted it, badly.

Regret I’d save for later.