It hurts to admit that I cant take anymore, as whipping me has given you such pleasure. But if Im whipped anymore, I'll either pass out, or wet myself, and I dont want to do either of those things around you, as I love and care for you. As you walk around to stop in front of me, I only smile as you begin talking, telling me how proud you are of me and even apologise, something that you dont need to do, but do regardless.<br/><br/>Secured in the cuffs, I dont move even as the chains that keep my legs secured are loosened, as I look so sexy like this in your eyes, and dont want to ruin my perfect look. Hearing you walk away, then return to stand in front of me and release my right wrist, then my left one. Sore and tired from my whipping, I gasp and hold onto you for support, something that other masters in the past never did for me, making me stronger, but also showed that they werent good masters.<br/><br/>Loving and trusting you even more as you take care not to touch the skin with the whip marks on it, I take slow breaths, and rest my hands on your shoulders, then rest my weight on you as you sit down, and keep my hands there. Closing my eyes as you rub the cooling balm over the whip marks, I gasp at times, but for the most part, you apply soft pressure on the marks.<br/><br/>Smiling and soflty thanking you as you continue to rub the cool balm lower down my skin, to my lower back, then to my bruised buttocks, I bite my lip gently to stiffle a gasp of pain, but dont pull away. "Thank you Master, thank you for soothing my skin like this", I soflty say and smile as it is working already on my back.