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"-thunderstorm coming in the next twenty minutes. The state of Connecticut warns all residents to take shelter immediately and not to attempt to travel. Visibility will be at a dangerous low and we are expecting high levels of-"
Colin shut off the computer with a hard stab at the monitor and sniffed, clearing his throat of the overwhelming emotions rolling through him. He snatched his phone up, his eyes falling on the wall behind the desk before freezing at the contents there. The family of five stared from the wall down at him.
Their eyes plagued him, haunted him.
Distraught at the images, Colin's heart began racing out of control as he fought the rising bile threatening to choke him. His eyes closed briefly, trying to fight against the gut-wrenching wave of nausea the images brought up for him.
Resigning himself to his fate, Colin snatched up his keys and wallet. He bent down, retrieving his motorcycle helmet reluctantly off the desk, before turning and exiting the room. Not sparing the wall of pictures with a second glance. He walked slowly through the home, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
Hearing the comforting sound of his boots tap against the hardwood floor of the hallway, he opened his wallet and made sure he had identifying information before exiting the small home. Figuring tonight was a good night as any to take a motorcycle ride and join his mother. What he should have done twenty-three years ago.
He prayed someone would hit him out in the darkness to take the decision away from him.
Swinging his leg over his bike he revved the engine hard as he tore off down the long driveway in the rain, towards his fate. Whatever that might be.
AD Quod damnum
Thwap! Thwap!
Olivia dug her high heels into the soft white carpet of the lush bedroom she and her client were currently occupying inside of his guest house. She raised her arm swiftly and viciously slapped the leather barbed wire flogger against the older man’s back. Her green eyes narrowed in displeasure at the weak sound of her sharp grunt of exertion at the painful movement. Her right arm twinged painfully, and she briefly gave herself a reprieve to rest.
I’m so tired, she thought wearily.
She closed her eyes in irritation. Mentally detesting herself for accidentally having shown any vulnerability around this particular client. She stiffly rolled her shoulder, waiting for the tingles in her arm and fingertips to cease before reaching up to push a thick lock of silky dark red hair behind her ear.
Breathing hard, Olivia took a second to concentrate on the fiery burn of the air going in and out of her lungs, listening to her client’s pathetic yells before raising the flogger one more time. Closing her eyes again with a grimace, she barely managed to stifle a moan as her right arm spasmed in earnest this time. She mentally coached her way through the pain, thankful that the older judge couldn’t see her.
Olivia blew out a slow, calming breath, wishing she had some strong pain medicine to help her tonight.
“NO, please Mistress Kat. I’ll be a good boy!” the older man’s sniveling caused her stomach to flip a nauseating somersault in her belly.
God he's pathetic, she thought sadly.
Her annoying intrusive thoughts started bleeding in, interrupting her focus on delivering for her client. Her fury at having to do this for money drove her motivation to finish this session on a high note because she was compensated for this service wonderfully. So, she always delivered.
No matter what.
No matter the intense pain, her annoyance, her hunger, or the lack of sleep. She delivered.
Olivia quietly waited for another heartbeat. Drawing out her client’s tension before landing the flogger in a final crushing blow against his reddened back. Right on the rawest part of his expansive strip of bare skin.
Her client let out a pathetic howl as he strained hard against the cuffs that she’d tied him to the bedpost with. His white wrists were turning raw, red, and angry looking. However, she didn’t care. Having warned him at the beginning of their session that if he pulled against the restraints, then that was the consequence and now he was paying for it.
She wanted to charge him more for his disobedience.
Olivia again considered becoming a FinDom, wondering if she’d be as successful at swindling men out of their money as she was beating them for it. With the way her arm stung, she knew she’d have to figure out a secondary plan before she caused the injury to be permanent.
Stepping back, she readjusted her leather bustier before rubbing her arm hard. Pressing her fingers into her soft flesh, she bit her lip to stifle another moan. It was incredibly sore tonight, the pain sharp. Her client said he’d pay extra for another thirty minutes of beatings. Needing the money, she accepted despite her injury.
She spent the first hour whipping him with a basic flogger, then a chain flogger that she’d cooled down in the freezer. It was perfect for dragging on the judge’s hot, abused skin. Then she pulled out the barbed wire flogger for the last half hour. Giving the man his money’s worth.
She always believed in giving someone what they paid for.
However, Olivia had been in serious pain the last several weeks. Not being used to supplying such a strenuous work over like she’d been giving the judge. She vowed to go back to only spending an hour per client. Or attempting to learn how to use her left arm, but she just didn’t have the same strength as her right side.
Bending down silently, she slipped her fishnet stocking covered feet out of her sensible black heels. She wiggled her toes in relief before she stepped into eight-inch platform spiked heels before walking to him and uncuffing him.
Almost done tonight.
