The room was bright. She squirmed, nervous but excited, under her master's gaze as he inspected her. There wasn't much room to move, with her ankles cuffed together and her arms stretched over her head. Even still, her arms strained at the rope and her legs crossed, her body struggling to cover itself out of habit.
There was a small smirk on his face. She wasn't sure if it was because he approved of what he saw, or if he just enjoyed watching her get embarrassed. Either way, he was clearly entertained by the sight of her. Which, of course, only made her more nervous for what he was planning.
He circled around her, still watching her body and the way she shifted under his scrutiny. He stopped behind her, and she heard the closet open. A shiver crawled up her spine. She loved that closet, and all the toys in it. And she feared it, too.
She heard her master's steps as he approached her from behind. She tensed further, a small whine escaping her lips as she anticipated his touch. He laid his hand on her hip, making her gasp from the sudden warmth that radiated from that spot through her entire body. Sliding his hand up and over her waist and rib cage, he made his way to her breast and pressed his bare chest against her back. She could feel his breath against her neck, every nerve in her body hypersensitive to him.
Softly, slowly, gently, her master slid the flogger up the side of her leg, causing her to shake. She knew pain was coming, and the thrill of that anticipation was moving its way across her skin and into her body. Her breathing became shallow as all of her thoughts turned to the places where he touched her. She shivered at his touch when he brushed his fingers gently over her nipple, and moaned as his lips grazed her neck.
The room where she was bound had seemed so cold before, goosebumps appearing on her skin and her nipples hardening from the chill in the air. But all of a sudden she was feeling flushed and warm. His touch on her skin was like a warm shower on a cold day, soothing her skin and helping her to forget the cool air outside of his influence. The place between her legs was particularly warm, and she was painfully aware of it as her wetness began to run down and onto her thighs.
Shivering as he pulled away, she attempted to relax. Going stiff would only make it harder to take the flogging. Despite her attempts at deep breathing, she still found herself overwhelmed with anticipation and desire.
She heard a footstep behind her as her master shifted, choosing the perfect angle. Another as he prepared to strike her.
She cried out when the flogger hit her backside, heat and pain spiking through her skin. She gasped out a moan as her body processed the sensation, her mind starting to go blank. There was another strike on the same spot, more painful than the last. Then the flogger came down again, this time on the other side. Her master began to pick up his pace, choosing the most delicious places to bless with the sting of his instrument.
A pause. A long, silent pause stretched out and filled the room as she gasped for air. Warmth and comfort enveloped her from behind, her bruised skin aching as his legs and hips pressed against the places that had been targeted. She moaned and shivered while her master's arms wrapped around her. He returned one hand to her breast while the other one held the flogger, resting the tool on the front of her thigh.
