As I walk into the room you hear my heels click on the floor, you know better than to abandon your positioning. You kneel before me with your hands behind your back and eyes cast downward. You are naked, exposed, vulnerable, and yet excitement rolls through you. As I grow near, your penis twitches with anticipation. I slowly walk a circle around you drinking you in, letting my whip trail softly around your shoulders. I let it slip down your chest as I stop in front of you. I move the spiked handle of the whip up to the base of your jaw and lift your head so you may look at me. As you move from my heels, up my fishnet stockings, my panties and finally my corset you notice in my other hand is a collar.
"Such a good pet you are," I say walking around you once more stopping at your back this time. I place the collar around your neck while letting the whip dangle from my wrist just barely touching your bare ass cheeks. When I'm done I take the whip in my hand and lash you once smartly across the shoulders.
"Thank you" you gasp.
"What? I don't think I heard you," I say delivering two more blows before hearing the satisfactory "Thank you Mistress".
"Good boy" I scratch down your back with the spikes before putting my hands on your shoulders and leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I want you on your hands and knees. I want you to trail after me like the dog you are."
You obediently collapse onto your hands and follow me around the room as I collect the things we are going to use today. At the night stand I grab the chain leash and clip it to you letting the cold metal drape across your skin when I'm not pulling you along. In the closet I grab a black leather bag, at the bed post I grab your handcuffs. You obediently left them dangling there when you undressed earlier and were waiting for me. I take a blindfold out and put it snugly in place over your eyes. I lead you still crawling to my chair in the back corner, there I lead you in a small circle again admiring my pet before I have you stop. "Face down slut" I say, whipping you lightly. "I know you've been bad."
"Yes mistress."
"For that you will be punished."
"I understand mistress."
I kneel and unzip the leather bag, your breath gets short as you hear me say. "I want you to count to 10" You already know what's coming, or so you think as a new different whip strikes your back you let out a gasped "one ma'am" I strike you again this time harder, you can tell this isn't the usual leather whip. This one packs a punch and knocks the wind out of you more than it stings. "Two ma'am" I continue lashing you leaving pink lines criss crossing your back, your breath shallow awaiting the next hit "8 ma'am" you grit your teeth that one had hurt.
"Do you need me to stop my pet?" I say as I softly stroke your pinkened back and ass with the rubber whip.
"No mistress I will take the punishment you see fit."
"Good boy" I say striking you twice quickly before you have time to count.
I immediately kneel on either side of your head. You're gasping, your body full of pink and red marks that I start to kiss and lick. Blowing cool air on the welts to calm the burn. I didn't mean to leave marks but there will be at least a couple.