"Oh, I understand now Master. If it gets too bad, i can cry it out, and you will stop. My other masters didnt care, or they knew when to stop", I reply as my gaze moves from the bullwhip, to you. I have been whipped with a bullwhip before, but not in a while.<br/><br/>Tensing up at the thought of being whipped, I tell myself that you're only doing it because you love me, and you wont hurt me too much with it, surely you wont. Yet, my hard nipples betray my erotic feelings about being restrained down here and whipped, abet not to the point where I pass out.<br/><br/>"My safeword master, ok..umm..Daffodil', I say,telling you my safeword, and not a word that I would cry out without a good reason. Gasping and shaking against you as your hand brushes against my breasts, my nipples stand out like tiny bullets under the thin material.