Whipped

She got back on her feet, wringing and soaked the sponge again; kneeling before me yet again.

I was looking down at her.

I was so used to her towering over me. It was wrong but I was too numb to pay it too much mind.

“Spread your legs a bit for me, sweetie” I did as told. I wasn’t too happy about it though…

“One more step” and I awkwardly spread further.

She was washing me between my legs, cleaning me thoroughly, a little roughly.

She knew me well. Feeling clean was what I needed. It had me at ease… finally.

“Why don’t you love your Kitty more?” I was sure she scrubbed me one too many times.

I looked down into her eyes, questioningly. My what? I didn’t have a cat!

“This is not a thing to be ashamed of, it’s a friend to cherish” she looked back into my eyes; lecturing me.

I suckled on my lip.

“You’re a beautiful young woman, Mira. Every inch of you is just delicious. Hold on” she got back on her feet and carelessly threw the sponge into the sink.

She handed me a compact mirror.

“Have you ever seen her?”

I shook my head in reply. Why would I want to look at a mess of dirty skin flaps and folds?

“You have been with women, yes?” she knelt before me again. I nodded.

“And you saw theirs?” this I nodded at again… the cat literally got my tongue.

“You cannot have been repulsed by that” she almost chuckled.

She was schooling me on sexual health and I knew it.

“No Miss A.” I finally answered; getting a sudden hot flash as I thought back to it. It wasn’t something I looked back at enough!

“It’s not religious reasons that makes you feel that way about your own body. You don’t seem ashamed of your sexuality if I may be so bold… is it simply low confidence?” she was taking hold of my hand and moved it between my legs.

“Look at her” I cringed as the mirror reflected the naked ‘kitty’ as she decided to name it.

“She deserves some love, doesn’t she? Look at that sensitive little rosebud” her fingers were suddenly holding my outer lips open; showing me my own clit. I gasped appalled.

“Why do you hate her?” her hand felt way too soft as she was spreading me.  

“I don’t know” I sniffled again. I felt how I was becoming moist and I could see it too in the mirror. I looked away from the sight.

“You should be proud at how responsive you are” her thumb caressed my outer lips. I chewed on my lip, still looking away. I had seen far too much already for my own liking.

“Some women have to work hard on that” her finger flicked over my bud. I trembled and bucked at her touch.

“Of course it does make certain things a challenge as a submissive… I’ll teach you to hold back, don’t worry” she gave it another flick and I bucked again losing my footing but she caught me and kept me still.

“Please Miss A. ‘she’ and I are not friends” my voice was small; coming from deep down my throat catching the lump that had formed there.

Please stop this now, before it’s too late… I begged internally.

There was nothing she could say that could make me love that traitorous little filthy bitch… if only she wasn’t part of my body!

“She betrayed you?” her mouth fell open and she let go of me as if I was a hot potato.

Her hands folded in her lap and she looked at me with open mouth. She had read my mind again. This time she was shocked at what she found apparently.

I sobbed. I felt how the blood drained from my face and I felt faint. The room was spinning.

“Oh Mira!” she got on her feet and hugged me tight to her; she put my head on her chest and caressed my back.

I was too numb to push her away but I just wanted to be left alone. The last thing I wanted was human touch.

Unwelcome images and sounds flashed mercilessly through my mind.

I struggled out of her arms and managed to kneel at the toilet just in time.

My body bucked and heaved as I vomited, taking ages to be satisfied.

She was holding my hair back with one hand; rubbing my back with the other; trying to comfort me.

I gasped for air and tried to straighten up. I felt so weak. Wanting to salvage what remained of dignity.

She was quick to turn on the tap and helped me to my feet so I could rinse my mouth.

She handed me the mouthwash too and I gargled it; desperate to get rid of the revolting taste and replace it with burning mint.

She reached for the cloth and washed my face, again.

“I’m sorry” I squeaked shamefully. I looked at her; I was barely able to stand on my own two feet. If she wasn’t holding me upright I would have slid to the floor and stayed there.

Miss A. reached for a brush and started combing through my hair humming softly.

“You’re trembling” she stated the obvious. I nodded.

“Let’s get you back to bed; you should rest”

She picked me up yet again and carefully laid me on the bed. I curled up hugging my knees.

The sheets and the pillow had been changed. I burrowed my nose in the pillow and took in the scent.

She brushed her fingers through my hair.

“Sleep well, Mira. You earned it”