- By Dark Mage
she quivers as the flogger meets her flesh...
tender skin aches for more.
the wait in-between strokes is exquisite, yet maddening.
He teases her body with the tails and then strikes again,
smiling as her flesh winces,
lightly scratching the forming welts and admiring His handiwork.
His goal is not to punish, not to hurt...
only to take her to a place she has never been.
a place where she yearns to go.
The flogging continues...slowly, teasingly...
she feels the stokes as they lash her flesh, but something is missing.
something that she cannot discern...
Sensing her dismay, He picks up the pace...
the flogging builds to a crescendo and He knows that she is close...
close to that place of sanctuary.
As the flogging intensifies...the welts turning purple,
tears stain her pillow and her breathing becomes rapid...
"Slow breaths baby, calm yourself"...
"Let the pain turn into the pleasure that you seek...
allow yourself to completely let go,
find your release".
Wrapping His hand in her hair and pulling her head back,
He whispers in her ear...
"Do you love Me baby?"
A moan escapes her lips as she nods her head,
the flogging continues...
she begins to drift...
her body seems to float as the pain subsides...
and although her welts have become red...angry,
she has transcended the pain...
she begins to feel a certain calmness,
a feeling of rapture...
a feeling of euphoria...
her tears have turned to tears of happiness,
of respect...
of true love of her own submission...
her pleasure has come full circle and her body convulses,
orgasm swells and overtakes her body and emotions,
her tears are now of happiness and pure rapture…
her convulsions begin to subside and the contractions of her vagina slow,
her heart swells as He touches her welts and lovingly stokes her hair…
lying on His back, he cradles her in His arms, her sweat glistening.
Pulling her by the hair, their mouths meet in a tender kiss,
He licks the tears from her face and looks into her eyes…
“Welcome to sub-space My baby, I love you.”
