Holding back screams as the whip continues to land on my skin, I blink away tears as it hurts. Bound as I am, it must be a huge power rush for you, having me bound to the cross and being able to whip me like this. I flinch and arch my back at the pain that flares through my body at the last few whip hits there, then realise that you've stopped at last.<br/><br/>Hanging my head down, I sob quietly as my back, buttocks and thighs are red from the whip and  radiating with pain, but I dont know if I can take any more. Any more, and the whip would leave welts on my formerly white skin. Feeling weaker as I hear you walk up to me, I soflty say my safe word. As much as I hate having to say it, I have to.<br/><br/>"Daffodil..master..Daffodil", I say twice as your fingers trace along some of the whip marks, making me gasp in pain.