Another drop of water fell on Sara's head. She could feel it quickly work its way across her scalp, since it was already wet with sweat. The drop then made it to her forehead, working its way down her nose, finally dripping onto the red ball gag she was firmly biting.
Her wrists were restrained by leather cuffs to the two upper points of a St. Andrews Cross that was located in MasterJax's basement. Jax was not her Dom, but one who her Master knew and tonight allowed Jax to use at his place. Facing out from the cross, she could see he had arranged his dungeon furniture carefully in his basement and knowing him, this leak above the cross was no accident. He probably saw the leak and instead of fixing it, deliberately put the cross underneath it, using the environment to his best evil advantage. A single light bulb lit the area, leaving corners dark and shadows looming. They would sometimes swing when the light bulb would get knocked to and fro.
When the scene first started she was on the cross, facing towards the wall. Jax started softly and read her well, allowing her to ride the edge between pain and pleasure. At first, one suede flogger lashing her upper back, starting out as almost a massage and then harder. She could tell that the flogger was
striping her back, that's when the sweat started. Each flogger strike involuntarily standing her up on her tip toes to process the pain. He timed the hits well, allowing for the pain and bliss to mingle just in time for the next one to land. In between sets, he would stand behind her and lightly brush her back with its swollen red welts with his chest hair, sometimes nuzzling her neck, nibbling, gentle bites turning harsher as time wore on, her knees buckling as she felt his teeth mark her shoulders. She thought there might be some relief at first when he whispered in her ear, "I'm done with your back, pet", just to feel her body instinctively tense up again when he continued, "now on to this wonderful ass of yours."
He started softly with a paddle, taking advantage of the endorphins running through her body, his swats coming harder and harder. Her breathing came out in jags as her ass turned a lovely stingy and warm red. He would rest the paddle against it, letting the cool wood provide some brief respite before starting again, alternating between gentle and very hard swats, each greeted by muffled grunts and squeals.
The memory of all this now, made her wet all over again, her ass now resting against the coolness of the cross, watching Jax take out take two lengths of cord, studded with clothes pins. By now she was delirious from the mixture of pain, bliss and her body's natural high.. she found it hard to keep her head upright. Jax had made the cords himself, affixing 20 pins to each rope.
"Y'know pet," he said as he threw one cord over his shoulder and taking the other in his hand to use, "I know people love to complain nowadays how
