*I wrote the first part of this story a long time ago on another blog I had. I never finished it, so I decided to re-post part one with the intention of writing the second portion next week.
The flickering candlelight danced across the wall creating eerie shadows upon the grey paint. The room was cool, but perhaps her goosebumps were not caused by the temperature. She was naked of course, save for the heavy collar around her delicate neck and the leather cuffs locked on her wrists and ankles. She fidgeted, wondering what was keeping him.
Footsteps in the other room.
He was coming for her.
She shuddered; was it terror, or anticipation?
He came into the room and regarded her with a rather sinister grin. Her heart leaped into her throat and she looked at the floor, the wall, anywhere but at him. Not wasting any time, he stepped over beside her, and with one hand on the small of her back, pushed her against the wall. Her chest pressed onto the cold cement and she gasped softly, but did not dare protest. He didn’t speak a word while he clipped her wrist cuffs to the rings that were bolted to the wall above her head. He bent down and fastened the ankle cuffs as well, leaving her spread eagle and completely helpless. Her breath came in rapid gasps as her anxiety grew; she heard him moving around behind her, and then a soft cloth came down over her eyes. She whimpered, her world plunged into darkness as he adjusted the blindfold. She began to wonder what she had gotten herself into when she felt something smooth and round press against her lips.
“Open” he commanded sternly. Meekly she did as she was told, accepting the gag between her teeth. She felt him tighten the strap and buckle it at the back of her head. Her ability to swallow was hindered and she felt humiliated when she began to drool around the gag. He pressed something into her hand, it felt like a garage door opener.
“Press the button if you begin to panic or need something immediately. Do not use it unless it is an emergency or your will be a very sorry girl. Go ahead and try it once so that you know how to use it” he instructed. Her thumb found the button and she pressed it, the little box emitted a high-pitch screech.
Reaching around from behind her, he cupped her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them hard. She squirmed, and he released them, running his hands down the sides of her body to her hips. She felt him move away from her and she whimpered softly in protest.
She waited for what seemed like hours, although it must have really only been a couple of minutes. The silence was so thick she could taste it and her heart was pounding so hard she feared it might burst.
In the silence she heard a sound that made a shiver run up her spine. That familiar swishing of something being swung in the air. It stopped as quickly as it had started, and then without warning she felt the leather tails on her back and she sucked in a deep breath through her nose. They slid slowly over her skin, a promise of things to come.
The swishing began again, but this time it was punctuated by rhythmic strikes upon her body. She wriggled and cried out as the lashes fell again and again, leaving reddening streaks across her flesh. The tails fell progressively harder, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The pain was intense and several times her thumb went to the button on the little box that would mean an end to it all. She could feel the drool dripping down her chin and her breathing became more labored.
She didn’t press the button. She wanted to accept the pain, she wanted to show him that she could take it. She screamed around the gag, she writhed and bucked against the wall, trying to avoid those vicious tails. Still they rained down on her, again and again. She began to feel removed from the pain. She could tell that it was still occurring, but it seemed far away. Her brain was swimming in endorphins and she felt like she was outside of her body.
There was a pause in the onslaught, and she started to come back to herself. She hear a loud crack, and then felt searing pain again. It was like a delayed reaction. She whined, and there was another crack, and another, and another. The strap left angry crimson welts on her backside, she could feel her skin burning like never before. She fought her restraints, she wept, but it was for not.
She knew he was pushing her. She became enraged with him. She couldn’t understand why he was doing this, was he trying to break her? Trying to make her admit defeat? She was choking on her anger and the pain that exploded through her with every strike. She thought that she might pass out, and she struggled against the urge to push that damned button.
She was in agony, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She wished for death or unconsciousness.
To Be Continued…
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