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“Perhaps the spreader bar Miles?” Hector interjected.
“Maybe, let’s see how well she holds up. She’s a little more compliant now; if she behaves, I won’t need to use it.”
For some minutes the camera whirred, and Miles’ sketch pen flew across a sheet of paper at his easel. Both men captured Tessa’s taut and yielding form, her head bowed to one side in a look of perfect resignation.
Of course she was resigned; Tessa had no choice but to relent. And after some moments, both body and mind succumbed, a full flood of warmth flowed through her. Her cunt moistened readily, and she knew, after Miles was finished with his sketching, that she’d feel some sort of lash against her skin. She could easily wait; getting used to this level of submission took some time. She was thankful he was so absorbed with his work, since it gave her time to adjust.
It didn’t take long for Miles to finish the black and white sketch. “There,” he announced as he laid on the last stroke. His voice shook her back to reality, and she opened her eyes to see a lovely picture of herself. The lines of her body were drawn with bold, angular motions, the pout on her lips was seductive. Did she look that aroused? Or was this Miles’ interpretation of her.
Miles moved the easel to a corner out of the way. And after putting away his pencils and wiping his hands, he proceeded to the trunk, standing there for some seconds perusing the chest full of wicked implements. Her chose two, as he had before, one to warm her and one to cut. Although this time, both implements were longer than the ones he’d previously used, as he intended to stand some distance away when he punished her—a dramatic distance particularly suited for the videotape.
Approaching his submissive, a savage scowl crossed his face, as though he was angry with her. Was he punishing her as he had in the museum days before? It was the same nasty scowl, the same wrinkled brow, and the same gleam in his dark eyes.
“So soft and delicate,” he said, as his hand tenderly touched her cunt. He massaged her there, lovingly. “So juicy.” He smeared the wetness over the mound, then felt her from front to back, parting her labia, and moving a finger along the moistened cleft. “You really love this don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered so softly that he couldn’t hear.
“What was that you said?”
“Yes, I love it,” she answered respectfully.
She gasped as he fingered her, each small touch sending more spasms through her wanting body. It would take little to make her cum; but Tessa was not so naive to think that he’d allow an orgasm so soon.
Instead, her artful Dominant backed away and picked up his weapon, one with three-foot long thongs dangling from the large handle. The other implement dropped out of sight before Tessa could see it clearly.
The sounds, the whooshing noise of the leather against air filled Tessa’s ears, and her body bucked as the first blow hit just below her waist with the thongs reaching across her entire abdomen to the top of her thigh.
“Ah!” she gasped, body tingling pleasurably.
The next blow struck higher, across her breasts.
“Oh, oh, oooo,” she whimpered softly. This was more intense.
The flogging continued, from her breasts to her thighs, then back to her breasts. Lashes covered her everywhere, the thongs reaching around to bite against her tender sides, then hitting her breasts and cunt straight on.
“Oh, please!” she finally gasped, as the thongs lapped her body like waves lapping on the shore. “Oh, oh my . . . ah yes.” It was seduction, and pleasure, and a biting sting, and then just the most perfect rush of sensation. How sweet the pain!
The camera whirred unemotionally at its measured distance, capturing every blow with unfailing accuracy. Neither Tessa nor Miles paid any attention, as both were too enthralled with each other—Tessa with the whip that struck her, Miles with the ecstatic rush that ripped through him as he laid on the sensuous punishment.
Once he had her entire front side blushing pink, he turned her around, and began in earnest on her back.
“Oooooo ouch, oh my,” her sultry voice answered each stroke. Each blow was a little piece of lighting against her skin, just a hairsbreadth from painful. The flogging warmed her with a fire that spread beyond the blows, taking her to a near orgasmic bliss. But Miles was not about to leave her without a more remarkable reminder of her submission. He’d thought about it for days, the way he’d finally mark her abdomen and her thighs. He’d imagined it, especially when he would gaze at the sketches he’d drawn of her. He could clearly see the marks in his mind.
“Hummmmm, yesss,” she purred like a cat, her eyes glimmering when he looked at her. There were demons shining there and it was time to turn her pleasure into agony.
He laid down the whip and let her wriggling body rest, then turned her around so that he could inspect her chest and belly. Already, the pink blush had faded away, and there was little trace of the whip’s blows. He stroked her as she jerked. “Oh god, Sir, I could come,” she gasped.
“I’m sure you could, but not yet.” He caressed her thighs. ?
?You won’t even have to look in the mirror to see your stripes; when I’m finished, all you’ll need to do is look at your belly to see the impressions.”
She looked down at her creamy skin, wondering what it would look like to wear marks of his dominance in such an obvious place. Would it thrill her the way the ones on her bottom had?
“These.” He was stroking her breasts, admiring the soft round orbs and the studs at her nipples. “Perhaps I’ll mark these too. Then when I’m finished, we’ll find some appropriate way to show them off.”
She was simmering on the edge of fear, but not so frightened that she didn’t want him to proceed.
The second implement would be nothing like the teasing thongs that had seduced her. This crop was three feet long, made of pliable leather; the shaft was firm, though it would bend when it was unleashed. The last few inches were quite soft, but only in looks. Two separate thin thongs dangled off the end and were tied together at the tip. With the proper snap of the crop, they would land with a ferocious cut against her skin.
