The darkness was disorientating. There was something about being suspended, even if it was only by a few inches, that made her feel so incredibly vulnerable. Nothing solid to hold on to, to comfort herself with, apart from the growing pain that was beginning to throb all down her arms and into her shoulders. A pain that she could feel despite the numbness that was creeping over her body from the freezing icy cold water slowly driping from her skin, dripping onto the floor beneath her. Every so often an extra large drip would roll down her spine from her hair, straight into the crevice of her buttocks. Her hips would jerk forward from the shock but the pain that seared up her arms, made sure she remained very still next time, or as still as she could be when shivering uncontrollably.
Vaguely her mind registered what a surprisingly difficult action shivering is when suspended from the roof by your wrists. It caused little spasms of hot pain to shoot up into her fingertips, she could hear a muffled sound coming from her mouth, something that would have amounted to a whimper if her jaws weren't spread open by the enormous gag. Her very bones feeling as if they might crack, the tendons of her neck taut, a vain attempt to ease the dull but very powerful ache that was pulsing down her neck to meet the pain that was rising in her shoulders.
Suddenly, without warning, the door banged open, a bare light switched on in the corner. It was not very bright, just enough to enable her to make out other objects surrounding her, objects who purpose she could guess only too well. She closed her eyes again, wildly hoping she was just having the worst nightmare of her life, but as another spasm of pure terror coursed through her, causing her whole body to clench in anticipation, she knew that this was just all too real.
Awareness sensitivised her skin and she was suddenly acutely conscious of her nipples, puckered and very hard, poking out in front of her with the cold and perhaps with something else, something that she was definitely not going to think about. When she opened her eyes, he was there, right in front of her. The whip that he had left lying now in his hand, lightly skimming down her breastbone to her crotch, a mixture of cruelty and curiosity playing at the corners of his mouth. Vainly she attempted to draw herself back, away from his touch, but all the movement achieved was to cause her to swing forward, more muffled whimpers as pain shot up her arms and down her sides, a small smirk on his face, as he watches.
'You are mine now.' He spoke slowly and deliberately, voice as cold as steel, betraying no emotion that he may be feeling. 'Your existence is entirely for my pleasure only. Your body belongs to me, it is my property, to do what I wish with, regardless of whether you agree with that wish or not. You must have my permission for everything you do and never, ever, should you touch yourself in any way without my say so first.'
All the time he talked, calmly, steadily as he circled her slowly, a finger running up the inside of her thigh or in between her buttocks, skimming her anus. Warm breath at the back of her neck or next to her ear.
' I suggest you attempt to co-operate.' She could hear light amusement in his voice, as if he did't really believe she would manage that at all but she could only guess if he was smiling or not as he was standing directly behind her, his voice very close in her ear. 'As you are entirely dependant on me for even the most menial of tasks such as food and water, going to the toilet even, it would be in your best interests to do your best to please me, as I can, and will withhold these things from you if you displease me in any way. Be warned, I am a harsh and exacting master. I will punish you by what ever means I deem suitable and I will make no attempt to justify them with any reason, fair or otherwise. You are mine to do exactly as I like with. I intend to make you suffer. You will undergo much pain and humiliation so that you will have no will left of your own, your only desire, your whole existence, to please me in any way you can. No beating too great, no humiliation too low if I desire it, and I shall desire it.'
A hand at the back of her head, untying her gag, immense relief as the ball was gently removed, gave way to rage at the person causing it. 'You bastard,' she screamed. Her sore jaw and the pain and fear made her almost incoherent but he must have understood well enough as a very hard slap rangs across her cheek, causing her to sob wildly now that she was able to, free of the gag. ' I have removed your gag, not out of any consideration to you but because I want to hear your pain. I am going to whip you and I want to hear you cry and scream and sob and moan until finally you beg for release, until you will say anything for the torment to stop, until you break and say that you are mine.'
Another whimper escaped her lips but any further protests were forgotten as she gasped for air, a line of fire straight across her buttocks, consuming her with pain. She was given no chance to recover, another one and another one, the air punctuated by the crack of the leather and her increasingly load moans, fire raining down upon her, her face blinded by her tears and still he didn't stop. Her whole world was pain, her buttocks, her breasts, the inside of her thighs, but all that seemed bearable, by contrast, when he flicked the whip in between her thighs to sting her swollen clit. She screamed so loud it felt as if her vocal chords are being torn out from her throat. And finally, after an eternity, he asked, 'Again?'
'No, no, oh god, please no, please.' Her words a hoarse mumble, the tears trickling down her cheeks, sweat drenching her body and running into the big red welts that pattern her body. 'Tell me what I want to hear then. Tell me that you are nothing but a cheap dirty slut, beneath normal society, that you are lucky and very grateful to have me as your master, to tell you what to do. Tell me that you will do anything for me.'
She hesites, pauses for a second, mostly to get her breath back but a second too long. Again tongue of the whip burns her soft labia and now she could not answer for the pain even if she wanted to. He was standing facing her as she gabbled her submission, wildly giving him the words he wanted to hear.
As he noded and walked towards the door, plunging her into darkness once more, she worried that the words he forced out from her just might be true.
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