A warm touch. A soft kiss. The embrace was thirst-quenching for my soul. It ended with the soft pat pat of coins landing on my bed, and his quiet footsteps leaving the room. I opened my eyes, hopeful my ears lied. They told me true. He was gone. As I closed my eyes and laid my head back down, I felt warm wetness on my lashes. Sleep quickly found me again.
Crack! The whip snapped against my flesh and I howled with an open throat. My voice echoed back at me from the paneled walls. I had no time to prepare as it struck me again, across the buttox. A scream tore from me, and he allowed me to rest while he left, supposedly to get a drink. Time passed slowly as I waited without a word. The ache of my legs held apart and my hands tied above my head began to grow from dull to a fire across my shoulders and calves. I called his name as I spotted the light of morning through the tiny window, but he did not come. Read the rest of this entry »