Chapter 57 Bdsm 6

• Diana's POV - I sat on Johnson's bed after being used by him. I hated the way my blood just raced in wild anticipation of what else might be on me, of the extra pain I would get. I hated the idea of all the Doms who had propped me up with one hand on my back as I screamed and cried and crawled away.
• They could patiently pat my butt and slowly ease me back into a role where more punishment could take place. Perhaps I would soon find myself in a dark, merciless torture room, the kind you see in titty torture videos. Maybe I am in a room where there are tables and benches, or I am in a room where there are far worse facilities.
• Or there would be a whole lot of uncomfortable metal bars and wooden torture devices, iron posts and large suspension hooks, drills and maybe needles of all sizes. Or maybe I would be tied up and whimpering in fear with an inflatable gag while he pressed a metal device inside me.