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A darkened room
A darkened room
He sat quietly in the darkened room, shifting a bit from side to side on the bed. He was stuck laying down, his wrists handcuffed to the bars on the head of the bed, his legs free though. His eyes slowly move around the room as they have for the past few hours, having been stuck there since She left.
There was a creak at the door, a sliver of light. His eyes dart to the source, wondering if it will be the one he wishes to see, the one he so wishes to please. His eyes slowly adjust, seeing the outline of her, her curly hair, her slim, short form as she closes the door behind her. The soft velvet of her voice slides from her lips, a cooling chill accompanying the words, "Hello, pet... did you miss me?"
His eyes closed slowly, his body aching from the last encounter with her, "Y..yes mistress... so very much..." He hear her giggle softly, even that had a slight tinge of cruelity of what she had planned. Floorboards shifted and moaned, the soft rustle of her clothing and the click of the doorknob to the closet opened his eyes carefully.
A hand reached inside, but his view was blocked by the wall, though he knew what she was getting. Biting his lips softly, he watched her as she pulled the new black leather whip from its shelf, still stiff and needing to be broken in.
The door closed quietly as she walked to the bed, looking down at his body, he looked so helpless and scared, so beautiful. She took the whip and slowly slide the cool material up his legs and lightly tapping the bulge formed in his undersized boxers, the only clothing that she let him wear. "You were alright last time, slave.. but this new whip needs work... Let's make this whip beautiful with your blood, precious.."
He let out a stifling moan and nodded weakly. He contorted his body so that he was sitting up with his back to the bars of the headboard, his arms stuck behind his back. "Y..yes mistress.. I.. I'll be strong for you..."
Without any warning, she lashes the whip out against his chest, his breath hissing as it passes between his teeth. His eyes water as his back arches as he quietly counts the lashings out for her.
He leans his head back against the wall, tasting a bit of blood, his teeth cutting his lip as the whip continues to bite at his tender flesh. Seven... Eight... His body shudders as endorphines are flowing throughout his veins as well as flowing out of the cuts forming along his body.
His eyes glazed, he looks over to his mistress, sweat trickling down her skin, her chest heaving as she strikes him again and again. He can't help but think of how beautiful she is.. and how beautiful she will make him this time.... Nineteen... Twenty...
Tears flow freely down his cheeks, his body shuddering and convulsing in pain and pleasure as her whip hits him one last time, scarlet flying from the leather as it is pulled back. "T...thirty.... mistress..." his voice a labored effort in pain, even his own breathing hurting him.
She pants heavily and drops the whip to the floor and leans over the bed, slowly licking his cuts, tasting his blood before kissing his lips deeply, dominating his mouth. "You did well, precious.. my toy... my.. lover.."
He closes his eyes and smiles kindly to her as he leans his head back against the wall and she leaves the room once again, giving him time to heal.