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much. Aren’t you Kitten?” Markus’ voice
continued.
    She nodded in eager acceptance. She could
take so much more. Please give me more Sir!
    The hard leather continued and was joined by
another sensation. In an alternating pattern she felt the heavy
thud of Markus’ biggest flogger followed by the sharp nips of the
other. After awhile she could no longer focus on either as
separate. They were one, as were Markus and Derrick. They were
using her together; she was nearing bliss.
    “ So Kitten, I bet you didn’t expect my
presence here tonight.” Markus’ voice was smooth and lively. “Do not disappoint me baby. Show Derrick all I’ve said is
true.”
    There was an inferno building; the
temperature of her skin was increasing and chills covered her as
the breeze soothed the growing welts. The feeling in her head was
light and tingling. She could no longer connect the different parts
of her body. The beautiful, swirling abyss was beckoning and she
was happily floating toward it.
    She felt hands touching her flesh, caressing
and pressing at the spots where bruises would remain. Without
warning, she felt wetness drip onto her ass and drift down her
crack. A fraction of a second later she felt the searing pain. It was wax! The heat was quickly followed by cold and it
felt as hot and painful as cold could ever be. The ice cubes
slipped between her lips before being pressed, and held onto her
excited clit. Which was fire? Which ice? The sensations
became a blur as her wetness grew with each touch. Then, the ice
was inside, and another, and more until she was full. The pain was
excruciatingly beautiful as her heat melted the frozen bits. The
wetness began to trickle down her thighs as the intensity of her
heat grew. It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t assimilate;
she could only surrender.
    Derrick’s hand touched the wetness and spread
it down and around her thighs, bringing some up to her ass. The
coolness felt wonderful on her tender, sensitized skin. She enjoyed
the moment and welcomed the wind as it aided in her relief.
    Suddenly, she felt the hard sting of the
cane. This time it was not just going through the motions and
playing it safe, it was wet, quick and stinging. It had taken on a
new persona, one she recognized so well.
    “ Mmm my sweet Kitten, you are always such
a delight.” Markus’ tender, taunting words echoed through her
soul. The cane continued, its tip landing on the wetness between
her thighs, barely missing the soft skin of her aching pussy. “ I
knew you’d make me proud, and will continue to do so.”
    The sting of the cane was replaced, again, by
the big flogger. Its thick, heavy lashes were almost like a friend. Am I losing my ability or has Derrick suddenly gotten really
good at this? Maybe, it really is Markus. She just couldn’t
imagine the Derrick she knew playing this hard.
    Before her thoughts could take form and pull
her from “space” the sensations began anew. This time it was the
paddle—oh how she loved and loathed its duality. This toy could
feel very different depending on the desire of the one wielding it.
It could have a deep, penetrating thud that would shake her bones
but it could also have the deep bite of a rattlesnake. On wet skin,
the snake was usually the one shaking as its fangs sank in.
    Whoever was behind it seemed to know the
power it held and it was used to completely keep her off guard. The
yin and the yang took their turns bringing her to the edge. She so
loved the dance. Her body went limp against the chains and she
absorbed all the energy flowing into her being. Her super power was
submission and she allowed it to consume and transform her. How had
she let herself stray so far?
    “ Quiet your busy little mind Kitten.” Markus’ voice said, as if hearing her unspoken thoughts.
    As she surrendered to her need to submit she
felt awash with tranquility. Tears fell from her eyes as the
buzzing mass of energy engulfed her. She prayed he wouldn’t stop