by Kitty Thomas
While my body had cringed away as the leather fell on it, it didn’t feel like I’d anticipated. It was a more intense sensation than I was used to, but in honesty I couldn’t define it as pain. The little leather fingers of the flogger were stimulating, warming, but not painful.
He did it again, and again, and again. Each time, the intensity and feelings slowly escalated, but they never got to a point where I couldn’t tolerate it. Just a light sting and a warmth.
His hand stroked over my back again. “If you relax and accept it, the feeling will transform.”
To what? It wasn’t horribly painful, but the idea of relaxing my body while he hit me with anything was too foreign to assimilate, but I tried. I breathed slowly in and out, and closed my eyes. I thought of the sea and swimming alongside the dolphins. Anything to release the tension still curled inside me, as if I were only waiting for it to get worse somehow.
I managed to calm myself and the next time the flogger came down, my body was relaxed, loose. I gasped at the sensation skimming across my skin. Inexplicably I felt safe and warm and loved. These seemed like wrong emotions to have, but I couldn’t help having them, all I could do was lie there as the feelings washed over me in waves.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.” When I relaxed, it was oddly almost pleasant. He kept it up, my back growing warmer as he continued. That was when the throb started between my legs.
It caught me off guard. I had intended to survive, to somehow endure whatever his strange tastes were. When it hadn’t hurt too much, I’d felt relief. I hadn’t expected to feel arousal or excitement. The idea that this could be mutually pleasurable and not just about him hadn’t entered my mind.
“There it is,” he said. As if he’d seen the thing inside me unfurl and completely accept and welcome this new form of pleasure.
He placed the flogger on the floor and moved behind me. With my legs spread and chained down, it was easy access. I felt completely at his mercy, grateful he had mercy. Glancing at the long row of increasingly scary implements on the wall, I knew he could easily do true damage if he wanted to, but that wasn’t what he was about. This side of him fit perfectly with the patience he’d shown me.
Tears flowed down my cheeks, and I let out a moan as he entered me from behind, his body thrusting into mine in a steady, calming rhythm. It was a rhythm that hypnotized me and made me willing to do anything he wanted forever to be allowed this strange catharsis.
The orgasm bubbled from within me, from some place deep and sacred. His pleasure joined mine and it was as if we merged on a level I hadn’t known before. As intense and frightening as humans had proven to be, there seemed to be infinite layers of sexual and emotional experience to be had with them.
As we both came down from the peak, he let himself fall forward over my back, his sweat-slicked skin resting against mine, his fingers threading through mine.
“Tell me you love me, Nerina.”
“I love you, Master.”
This time it was true.
About the Author
Kitty Thomas writes dark literary erotica. Her stories explore the psychology of ownership. This work is fiction and meant for an adult audience. The author does not endorse or condone any of the behavior carried out by characters in her stories.
Inspiration for Kitty’s work comes from many sources including Story of O, Nine and a Half Weeks, and the work of Claudia D. Christian.
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