My first thought was "write it from the perspective of the mosquito". I always get these crazy ideas, please forgive me for that

Anyways, I wrote it from a "he" perspective, actively leaving out names and too many descriptions. I quite like the piece, which is a rare for anything I write, I usually hate it by the time I am done. Of course there will be lots to criticize about, so bring it on, direct and open, the more the better. I am here to learn to become a better writer

Word says its 1681 words, so I hope I am still in the neighborhood and not already in a different town.

I really need to get a better whip. I mean I bought it years ago, together with a small selection of other toys and it is plain cheap. I love the riding crop and the paddle that I bought at the same time but this whip is just useless.

Someone wrapped leather around a wooden stick, twice and then fastened it with a couple of nails to the handle. Next they cut from the end to the handle straight lines. At least that’s how it looks. The strips are not wide, have sharp edges and just no weight to them. Whipping needs some weight in the instrument.

I remember reading about a discussion for the ideal whip. A leaden string would make the perfect one, as it is flexible as a string but heavy like lead, which of course is all just semantics. Leather comes close to this ideal, so it has to be a better one.

My submissive hates that whip. I can’t blame her. So we set off to buy a new one. Since it will be used on her, I let her pick it out. That is only fair I think.

The shop is one of those classic sleazy ones. Whoever opened most of them just wanted the privacy and darkness, so they all have the same appeal of a wet hole in the wall. As long as they had what I wanted, that did not bother me, but it still bothered her.

"Please let’s order it online", she pleaded with me.

"No. The one we have is from an online shop and look how bad it is. I want to try it before I buy another one."

That shut her up. She did not think I would try it on her right there in the store, now she would be convinced of it.

Most stores of this nature are small, it's just not a big box business. In this case it was shaped with one section going further into the back and the darker areas. Fortunately that was where the whips were hanging on different pegs.

I grabbed one, especially vicious looking and saw her tremble in fear.

"Do you have something to say, slut?"

She knew now what she was in for. Slowly and carefully she knelt down. She was nervous but she knew better than to forget her training.

"I beg you; please select another whip, master."

Her head hung low, her face was flushed. She tried hard not to look at the nasty single tail whip. I knew these would hurt like hell and I was not confident enough to be able to wield it.

Slowly I put it back and picked up another one. This one had long strands, each one separately braided. The price tag was steep but this would do just fine.

I held the strong whip handle down to her lips. She looked at it, still fearful, but she knew I would leave the choice to her, at least for the instrument of her torture. The application of it would be entirely up to me.

She bent forward and kissed its handle. The choice was made.

The whip was not very long. If I put it on my belt by the loop at its handle, it would not reach the floor. Each stroke with it would be deliberate, precise and painful.

Having not received a good whipping in a while, she was craving it by now. The other whip just did not cut it and would be disposed off once we were home. Never get rid of your old whip until you have a new one was my motto with this, otherwise she might think I would not whip her at all.

"Get up," I commanded her and she followed me to the till.

"I'd like to test this whip here on my slut; do you have a quite place where I could see if it works for me?"

She looked nervously from me to the man behind the counter. He was younger, bored but not stupid looking.

"Sure," he said. "Just through the curtain there we got some furniture on display. Please don't make a mess or I have to clean it up."

"You hear that slut? No mess, understood?"

"Yes master," she spoke softly behind me.

The room was nothing special. It looked like an oversized changing room. The furniture only consisted of a rack, a cross and two benches. Enough room to swing a whip though.

"Kneel over the bench here, pull your skirt up, your panties down and spread your legs. Wider."

She obediently did as told. Small corrections on her behavior always turned her on more.

With care I ran my fingers over her smooth butt. I have never been an ass man, but I can see the attraction to that smooth round surface. The softness of a woman's behind has a certain attraction but it also makes a formidable target for all sorts of games.

"Fold your fingers behind your neck, slut."

"Yes master."

Her breathing came heavier; she was dreading and enjoying this just as I did. The little rush her submission gave me, the promise of the whipping to come, her twitching and moaning to the dance of the leather on her well shaped globes was creating quite a stir in between my legs. I had to adjust myself a little before I could continue.

"Do you think it was fair of me to let you chose with what you will be whipped in the future?"

"Yes Master, that was very kind of you."

"So it is just as fair, since you selected the implement that I get to chose whenever I wish to use it on you. What do you think?"

"I think that is fair, Master."

Talking about it made her butt wriggle a little. She was not conscious of it, I knew, but she did it none the less when she got really aroused. I decided that it's time to fan the flames.

The whip handled great. It swung through the air nicely and made a distinct sound. It sounded strong and painful, not weak and puny like the old one. Rotating it a few times in the air, to feel its weight right, I noticed a mosquito had found a nice resting place right on my submissive ass.

With a flick of my wrist I swung the strands and hit her right across her cheeks, squishing the mosquito in the process. It had a nice resting place on the right cheek of my slut kneeling on the floor. I flicked it off and continued to apply the whip liberally, if not as hard as the first time.

"Which whip hurts more, slut, this one or the old?"

"This one hurts a lot more master if you hit me hard. But it also hurts a lot less when you brush my skin softly with it."

"So you prefer this one then I presume?"

"I prefer whatever brings you the most pleasure in using on me master."

I smiled. She was learning how to speak as a good submissive rather quickly. Some don't like this sort of behavior, for me this was a large turn on. It was for her as well. I could smell her sex in the small room.

"You are very wet, slut. You seem to enjoy the whipping a lot."

She blushed again deeply.

"Yes master."

"Would you like to cum slut?"

"Yes master, please let your slut come for you."

I sat on the bench beside her and lightly brushed her swollen pussy with my finger tips. I had hit her a couple times right on it and some red marks were visible. Whenever she got really excited it would swell up a bit like now, pushing her over the edge was easy and very amusing.

She kept her position; she knew not to break it without my command.

Finding her clit was easy, it stuck out like a small pole, hard and engorged. It wanted to be touched and I obliged.

Moans escaped her throat, from deep inside her. She curled her toes up and towards each other. A light shake went crept over her body as I kept stroking her clit. My fingers stroked through her pussy again before returning to her sensitive spot. She would reach her climax very soon.

"You have permission to cum for me, slut."

"Thank you master," she breathed heavily.

A small pinch on her clit pushed her over the edge finally, and she came with a deep moan, her thighs shaking, her fingers digging into each other, muscles pumping and her pussy pulsing against my hand. It was a wonderful sight that I tried to enjoy as often as I could.

Not giving her much time to recover, I pulled her back making her kneel on the hard linoleum floor.

"Open your mouth, slut."

Quickly she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. It did not take me long to free my hard-on from my pants and push it into her mouth. She licked expertly along its sides. She put some special attention to licking along the vein on the underside of it, as she knew this drove me wild. I kept back, and she sucked on the tip of my cock, like it was the very air she needed to breathe.

My slut is a very greedy cocksucker. And she is also an expert at it. I could not keep back any longer, grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. She kept her fingers behind her neck, even when she was gagging. Her tongue was flicking fast over my member, while I used her mouth for my pleasure. She enjoyed this part almost as much as when I used her other holes.

With a few more thrusts, I released myself into her mouth, while she kept bobbing her head on my cock.

Greedily she licked every bit of sperm from my cock.

"I think we found the perfect whip for you slut."

"Yes Master."