Whipped

“Fuck!” Miss A. spat hysterically and slapped my face again.

I stared back at her, dumbly. The intense burning from my wrist had me flying high. I could barely hear her from atop my little happy cloud.

“Mira, you stupid girl!” she barked at me. I just smiled.

She dragged me to my feet like an errant child and leaned me over the sink; took hold of my arm and turned on the water holding my wrist under.

My eyes fluttered open and I cried out in pain and tried to wrestle free of her grip. I had crash landed.

“No, Mira. This is going to hurt and you will just have to hold on. Stupid girl!”

She held my arm to make sure the water was hitting the wound directly.

Only when she was satisfied she planted me harshly on a kitchen chair and found the first aid kit.

“No, this is too kind” she took a bottle out.

I watched her… I couldn’t move a muscle, even if I wanted to.

My arm was shivering and twitching violently from all the serrated nerve endings.

“This stings more” she placed another bottle on the table in front of me. She was licking her lips as she held up a third.

“Perfect”

Her hand clenched around the bottle and I held my breath and my eyes widened with actual fear.

She placed a cloth under my arm and gave me a look that was order enough.

‘Do not move, move and you will regret it’.

My toes were digging into the linoleum under me as my entire body arched; sweat filming on my skin. My hand formed a fist and the movement only made the alcohol burn harsher in the wound.

“Oh, does it sting. I’m sorry!” She laughed; grinning at my peril. She was not the least bit sorry.

I was kicking the floor and tears were running down my face. I was whimpering like a small dog.

She might as well have lit my skin on fire. That had probably even hurt less. Fuck. Shit, OOOOOW! I was biting my lip hard and hissed at the sensation.

When the burn finally subsided just a bit I was panting for breath as if I had just finished a marathon.

“I’m sorry Miss A!” I gasped breathlessly.

“Sorry?” She glared into my eyes and grabbed the bandages from the kit. She roughly wrapped my arm; showing me no mercy…

I didn’t deserve her mercy.

When she was about to put the first aid kit away I saw how her face changed. She got an idea.

This did not bode well for me… I swallowed uncomfortably and with my hand I felt the fresh bandage. Almost admiring her work.

She found another roll of bandages and came back to me. She roughly took hold of my healthy wrist and briskly wrapped it too.

“Come”

She was already dragging me away by my arm and I stumbled after her; even up the stairs where I several times tripped over the steps.

Every time I lost my footing her grip got tighter and more forceful.

She shoved me into her bedroom and glared at me. I chewed on my lip standing idly in the middle of the room.

“I can’t trust you” There was a sorrow and disappointment in her voice that broke my heart. I swallowed hard trying to get rid of the painful lump that formed in my throat.

From a drawer she produced two things and in the dim light my eyes tried to zone in on them. Plastic strips and a syringe. I shuddered.

She took hold of my bad wrist and closed the plastic strip around it. Then she attached it to my other wrist and my hands were effectively tied in front of my body.

“Get used to it” she commented as I was wriggling my wrists and trying to set my shoulders comfortably.

“I decide when I can trust you enough to use your pretty little hands again. Understood?” her strong hand took hold of my jaw. I flinched. It hurt!

She gave me a shove; telling me to walk, and I did.

She followed me to ‘my’ bedroom and she was kind enough to help me into bed. My restricted hands took the last of my troubled balance.

“I am very disappointed in you” She towered over me as she put the covers over me and my eyes were wet with tears.

“I’m so sorry Miss A.” I sniffled but she just shook her head.

“Just to be certain you don’t get yourself into more trouble…” her thumb was gently massaging the flesh on my shoulder. Without further warning she stabbed the syringe into my skin and not long after the room started spinning… casting me into a dreamless sleep.

…

My mind woke before my body did. I took in the room around me… trying to regain control of my limbs; slowly but surely sensation and movement returned.

My hands were still tied, lying joined on my stomach. My feet were free to wriggle and stretch.

My wrist buzzed. Ugh. Yes I really did do that…

My bottom was sore as I stretched and it got pushed further into the sheet under me… that happened too…

But what was that biting pain on my chest, that dull burning that… OW!

“Ah!” I gasped sitting up.

“Morning” Miss A. laughed; yanking on a slim silver chain.

I soon realized what that chain was attached to; and what that biting was.

“It’s about time you started doing what I pay you for”.

She gave it another tug, the chain pulling at the clamps that were crushing my nipples. The movement rekindling the sensation my body was trying to accommodate for.