Her answer was once again the same as every time before this one. She gently rests the back of her wrist against the offered strap. He took his time locking it into place. And then, the option to move, to flee, was no longer. She gave the bonds a testing tug, the panic setting in fully once she was indeed held in place. A lump formed in her throat and she was glad for the speech restriction. She knew her face could hide nothing from him, she didn't need her voice to give away the rising terror within.
He stood back to admire his handywork. Held perfectly in place, still, unable to hide or take his fun away... And the growing panic in her face just made him more eager for what he was about to do to her. He didn't have to tell her to watch him, her eyes tracked his every twitch, his every breath... So, the whimper she let out when he waved the blindfold in her face was most satisfying.
Her brows furrowed in a silent protest, begging him not to take her sight. His cruel smile was the last clear thing she saw before the darkness was all that was left. Every noise he made thereafter made her flinch, the fear of the unknown growing and festering with every second she was without her sight. It amused him. Fueled him. So, he made some unnecessary noise to provoke her. He ran a length of chain out of his bag, letting it clatter to the cool wood floor at her feet. She flinched in the opposite direction of the sound as if she was trying to run from it, a soft whine accompanying the action. He shuffled the contents of his play bag around, looking for a good starting point. So many options.
"Ah, this will do nicely..."
The dull scratchy sound of leather against the canvas material of his bag had her attempting to squirm away. The bonds kept her right where he wanted her to be. Her struggles got her nowhere but tired. She didn't even notice his approach until she felt his warm breath at her ear, the sudden stimuli drawing a short, surprised scream from her.
"The only words I want from you are to keep count for me, or your safeword. Do you understand? Answer me."
She opened her mouth to answer but the lump was impossible to push more than a broken squeak past. She cleared her throat before trying again.
"Yes, Sir. I understand." She tried to hold the terror from her voice, the shaking cadence of her voice giving it away. The first strike came the moment she finished her last syllable, leaving her sentence to be ended with a gasp of surprise. Just the single strike from the flogger left pink stripes across the sensitive skin of her breast.
"One, Sir!" She called out loudly, clearly, knowing all too well what happens if she did not. The second strike landed on the opposite breast no downtime between strikes, leaving not a moment of recovery.
"Two, Sir! Three, Sir!" He did not ease up. He aimed for everything he could reach, breasts, belly, thighs, clit. Each swing just a little heavier than the last, warming her up to his specific tastes. Each count she gave became more strained, her voice growing tighter with each count. He did not relent. He could see her starting to shake. He knew she would call her color soon... But he was impressed at the improvement they had made. In their first sessions, it only took five swings before she called out yellow. They were well past five now. His next blow to her thigh was almost a full swing. The way she cried out with all her energy before her head bowed, heavy pants accented with dripping drool that fell below her.
"T...Twenty-six... Sir..." Ah, here it comes. She was exhausted already, though he was far from displeased. He almost expected her to call red and was pleasantly surprised when she only followed it up with, "Yellow, Sir..."
Yes, there it was. That's what he was looking for. He could hear the tears her blindfold soaked up clear in her voice. Her pale skin was decorated with angry red lines and several small welts. Her face was flushed with panic and pain, the rosy color suited her indeed. Red was her color. Putting the flogger aside, he once again stood before her, taking the entire sight in. She may have called yellow, but the mess on the inside of her thighs told him she was far from tapping out.
"I am going to move your blindfold a little so we can talk." Under normal circumstances in this scenario, he would not have given her warning, but a safety check was hardly normal circumstances. He gently pushed the blindfold from her eyes to rest up on her forehead. His next command came gently to her.
"Eyes, Peanut." The smile the command, though more likely the personal nickname, brought to her face was both reassuring and infectious. Her eyes focused on his immediately.
"Are you feeling better after having a moment to breathe? You may speak freely until we start again. What do you need to help you back to green?" As cruel as his sadistic side was, hurt was never the end goal. The way he checked on her did wonders for quelling her fears that had begun to overwhelm her.
"The pain was... climbing too high, too fast on my front side... I feel better with this moment of rest. I got to twenty-six this time!" Though her eyes still glistened with unshed tears, her excitement was not diminished. She wasn't where she needed to be, not yet. They had more work to do.
"Are you ready to continue?"
