For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged breathing through her nose. Then she heard a noise, a sharp whistling noise as something cut the air. She stiffened like a deer that had been spooked while getting a drink of water. Then she heard it again, on the other side of her this time. This guy seemed to be able to move silently. She couldn’t keep track of where he was, and that kept her on edge as much as anything.
She felt a tickle on her rib cage and thought it was him, only to realize that it was something he was holding, something….” And then she didn’t have to guess anymore at all because he took her blindfold off with a flourish.
Her eyes blinked in the light. He was close to her, an arms length, stroking her breast now with the riding crop. She tried to twist away, but raised as she was and with her ankles secured to the spreader bar she had no leverage.
“See what I have here for you,” he said, holding the crop up in front of her face. “This may look a bit nasty, but you will come to love it. I am going to use it to teach you how to relax.” He brought it closer to her face and her eyes widened. He tapped the gag with it and ran it across her lips as if to make her kiss the end of the crop.
“Hmmmph mmmmmph,” was all she could manage, craning her neck away, but he effortlessly followed, keeping it at her lips. Whatever humiliation she had felt a moment ago was being consumed by an angry fire growing within her. This asshole was enjoying himself, just toying with her and there was nothing she could do about it.
Seemingly tired of his game, he withdrew the crop from her lips and began to walk in slow, deliberate circles around her, tapping her here and there – a touch on the rump, a touch on the belly, a touch on the armpit – nothing hard, just letting her know he could. She struggled to maintain her compsoure. What did he want her to do? How did he want her to act?
“That’s better,” he said, as if reading her mind. Still circling. “You see how much easier it is when you just slow down? This beats sitting in a smokey bar with a bunch of phony suits bitching about their problems, doesn’t it? Just me and you, Sarah. Admit that this is what you needed.” With that he slid the crop in between her legs and ran it up one inner thigh and down the other. Furious, she thrashed, trying to use what little leverage she had to kick out at him. It was ineffectual, of course – all she did was swing a little ways and come to a rest again, hanging there like a marionette with tangled strings.
He laughed and walked behind her, rubbing the crop on her ass. She tightened her cheeks, bracing, but the swat didn’t come. Damn him for doing this, why didn’t he just get on with it, she thought. Hit me, rape me, do whatever you’re going to do but just GET ON WITH IT.
He walked in front of her and rubbed the crop on her nipples. Oh shit, she thought – suddenly a swat on the ass didn’t suond so bad. He wouldn’t really –
Without warning he gave her a swat, nothing vicious but it was a direct hit on both nipples and the combination of pain and shock sent her to bouncing on her chain. Then he hit her again, a bit harder, same spot, and she thought she was going to go through the roof.
“Lesson Number One is just getting started, Sarah,” he said, smiling. She groaned through the gag. Where was this going?