Tensing up as the whip moves to my legs, I bite my lip, still refusing to show any pain or discomfort, but its becoming harder, much harder to hold back. Crying out as the tip of the whip connects with my inner thighs, I blink away tears, but dont cry out the safe word. Part of me knows that this is part of it, hitting at an area that wont hurt too much, then another one that does hurt, mixing with the feelings of pleasure and pain that flood my body.<br/><br/>Letting out another cry as the whip hits very close to my right shoulder blade, I tug at the chains, but dont cry out my safe word. Gods its getting harder to hold back, I tell myself and prepare myself for the next one.