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hers. He owned her soul with the kiss,
and it was the full connection she’d needed, so she could get through whatever
came next. Ethan wanted to hurt her, and she wanted him to use her for his
enjoyment. She could take this. She could do whatever he asked of her.
As he walked back to the refrigerator she finally
gave up and relaxed the muscles holding her bladder closed. She felt the warmth
exiting her body, heard it splashing below her, and aimed her face towards the
electric blue sky as she finally found blessed relief.
“That’s it. No secrets from me. Nothing held back.”
He stepped into her vision and she closed her eyes.
“No shame, Samantha. It’s a natural body function, and I’ve already told you it
was expected. You did good.”
Her eyes met his and she relaxed, even though her
face felt as if it were on fire. He looked pleased, and at that moment, her
world revolved around his pleasure.
Sam had wanted to adjust the showerhead earlier in
the week, but was too short to reach it. However, Ethan didn’t even have to
stretch to point it away from her. He turned the water on, fiddled with the
temperature until he was satisfied, and then aimed it at her ankles. The water
worked its way slowly up to the top of her chest and back to her feet before
Ethan finally turned it off. It was warm, thank goodness, and she was grateful
to have the pee washed down the drain.
“I love watching a rubber flogger strike wet skin,”
he said as he retrieved the flogger he’d made from bicycle inner tubes. The
falls were long and heavy, and stung something awful on dry skin. It would be a
bitch on wet flesh.
The first strike centered on her abs and Sam gasped
at the unexpected location.
“Look at how the water flies off, and how fast your
skin turns red. It would turn brighter red and hurt worse if I’d used cold
water, but I wanted to give you a bit of a reward.”
The flogger struck the front of her right thigh, then
left, and Sam stifled a scream. This flogger always stung, but striking wet
skin made it feel as if it weighed five pounds, and each impact felt so much
more intense.
“Mmmmm. So beautiful.” His eyes rose from her thighs
to her face. “Are you ready? I’m about to get started in earnest. You have
permission to answer the question with words.”
Part of Sam wanted to ask if it mattered whether she
was ready, but mostly it just felt right to say, “I’m ready for whatever you
choose to do to me, Sir.”
The affection in his smile melted her heart, but then
he focused on her legs and his face changed.
Sam’s feet pressed into the floor as she hopelessly
tried to shrink backwards into the wall. The flogger moved nonstop, each strike
a deliberate blow with only a second or two until the cruel strands landed on
another part of her body as he randomly lashed breasts, stomach, hips, pussy,
and thighs. Sam fought the restraints as her body unsuccessfully tried to
escape the blows, though she had enough self-control to hold her head out of
the way, and to keep from screaming. Barely.
When he at last dropped the flogger to his side, he
appraised her body like a painter checking for spots he missed.
“Do you want me to stop? You may answer the question
with words.”
“Please don’t make me, Master.”
“If you don’t answer, I’ll untie you and our day will
end.”
“No!” The word rushed out before she thought about
it. “ Please don’t, Master.”
“Please don’t…what? Don’t flog you anymore? Or don’t
stop?”
She shook her head. “I want you to stop flogging me
more than almost anything, but if you do, I’ll be disappointed. I may even be
upset with you.” Tears formed and she fought to keep them from spilling onto
her cheeks. “You promised to be my Master, to own me. You aren’t supposed to ask these kinds of questions!”
“But, if I truly own you, I can ask you anything I
damned well please. Can’t I?”
Sam raised her face towards the cobalt sky and closed
her
and it was the full connection she’d needed, so she could get through whatever
came next. Ethan wanted to hurt her, and she wanted him to use her for his
enjoyment. She could take this. She could do whatever he asked of her.
As he walked back to the refrigerator she finally
gave up and relaxed the muscles holding her bladder closed. She felt the warmth
exiting her body, heard it splashing below her, and aimed her face towards the
electric blue sky as she finally found blessed relief.
“That’s it. No secrets from me. Nothing held back.”
He stepped into her vision and she closed her eyes.
“No shame, Samantha. It’s a natural body function, and I’ve already told you it
was expected. You did good.”
Her eyes met his and she relaxed, even though her
face felt as if it were on fire. He looked pleased, and at that moment, her
world revolved around his pleasure.
Sam had wanted to adjust the showerhead earlier in
the week, but was too short to reach it. However, Ethan didn’t even have to
stretch to point it away from her. He turned the water on, fiddled with the
temperature until he was satisfied, and then aimed it at her ankles. The water
worked its way slowly up to the top of her chest and back to her feet before
Ethan finally turned it off. It was warm, thank goodness, and she was grateful
to have the pee washed down the drain.
“I love watching a rubber flogger strike wet skin,”
he said as he retrieved the flogger he’d made from bicycle inner tubes. The
falls were long and heavy, and stung something awful on dry skin. It would be a
bitch on wet flesh.
The first strike centered on her abs and Sam gasped
at the unexpected location.
“Look at how the water flies off, and how fast your
skin turns red. It would turn brighter red and hurt worse if I’d used cold
water, but I wanted to give you a bit of a reward.”
The flogger struck the front of her right thigh, then
left, and Sam stifled a scream. This flogger always stung, but striking wet
skin made it feel as if it weighed five pounds, and each impact felt so much
more intense.
“Mmmmm. So beautiful.” His eyes rose from her thighs
to her face. “Are you ready? I’m about to get started in earnest. You have
permission to answer the question with words.”
Part of Sam wanted to ask if it mattered whether she
was ready, but mostly it just felt right to say, “I’m ready for whatever you
choose to do to me, Sir.”
The affection in his smile melted her heart, but then
he focused on her legs and his face changed.
Sam’s feet pressed into the floor as she hopelessly
tried to shrink backwards into the wall. The flogger moved nonstop, each strike
a deliberate blow with only a second or two until the cruel strands landed on
another part of her body as he randomly lashed breasts, stomach, hips, pussy,
and thighs. Sam fought the restraints as her body unsuccessfully tried to
escape the blows, though she had enough self-control to hold her head out of
the way, and to keep from screaming. Barely.
When he at last dropped the flogger to his side, he
appraised her body like a painter checking for spots he missed.
“Do you want me to stop? You may answer the question
with words.”
“Please don’t make me, Master.”
“If you don’t answer, I’ll untie you and our day will
end.”
“No!” The word rushed out before she thought about
it. “ Please don’t, Master.”
“Please don’t…what? Don’t flog you anymore? Or don’t
stop?”
She shook her head. “I want you to stop flogging me
more than almost anything, but if you do, I’ll be disappointed. I may even be
upset with you.” Tears formed and she fought to keep them from spilling onto
her cheeks. “You promised to be my Master, to own me. You aren’t supposed to ask these kinds of questions!”
“But, if I truly own you, I can ask you anything I
damned well please. Can’t I?”
Sam raised her face towards the cobalt sky and closed
her
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