Whipped

My mouth went dry as a desert and every troubled breath was only drying out my tongue further. My tongue was getting rigid.

No, please.

I was not ready for that.

In fact I was panicking; my eyes wide with a sudden fear that was gripping my heart and lungs and squeezed so painfully tight…

I was desperately searching the very recess of my brain for a way to get out of the ropes and the peculiar position she had put me in.

 

- My body now wanting to defend myself against her; finding a point right between the fight and flight response.  

Maybe if I pulled hard enough on the ropes around my elbows could I pull the hook straight out of… there?

If I fought hard enough could I actually escape?

 

Maybe I could kick my feet free?

My muscles were tensing; getting ready…

 

Why the hell was she gagging me? … What about ‘Pink’!?

How could I stop her now if I needed to? Was she really taking away the very last of my own control, my safety?

Wasn’t it her who kept reminding me to use that damned safeword?

“Breathe” she whispered; her hand fondling my cheek and I tried to wrestle free of her; not caring that the movement tore at the hook and my sensitive flesh.

The state of panic I had gotten myself into made even her sweetest touch seem hurtful.  

“Mira!” She shouted to get my attention.

She had noticed how I had gotten myself worked up.

I froze in fear of her; staring at her with my wide eyes… my teeth chattering.

I was brought back down to earth with a bang.

“I am not going to fasten it, you can spit it out as soon as you feel the need to” she calmly explained to me. I felt she was trying to hide it, but between the lines I read her annoyance that I had not been able to figure it out.

 

“Understood?”

I drew a sharp breath and nodded at her; her hand still on my jaw helping me to nod. Controlling my response.

“Understood” was the last word I was allowed to say.

I relaxed, visibly even. Every muscle that had gotten ready to burst out of the ropes eased…

Her strong hand on my jaw pried my mouth open and in a slick move she popped the ball between my teeth and my mouth closed around it.

My tongue curiously inspected the foreign object. It had an oily taste… not the most pleasant… but she didn’t offer me time to linger at that thought for too long.

She pinched both of my still erect nipples between her fingers; tweaking them and it made me respond by trying to twist free of her; surprised by her change of touch.

My teeth dug hard into the gag as my face contorted; trying to deal with the pain.

 

They were so much more sensitive than a moment ago… The intensity of the pain it caused shot straight through me and made me sink my teeth into the rubber with a low hiss.

“So responsive… and yet you can handle so much” she mused; seemingly admiring me.

Her fingers still held me in a painful crushing grip that made every muscle in my body tense again; though this time in a much different way… and the tensing went all all the way to my anal muscles; clenching around the metal.

My back arched in reaction; trying somehow to work against the unfamiliar sensation…

“You fascinate me” her voice was breathy, hushed even.

She finally let go of my now throbbing nipple and I practically fell forward and was about to topple over before she pushed me back against the cross; but not before my body had given a jolt of shock. The movement again dragging on my delicate anus.

“Easy now” she laughed; laughed at how my body responded to her.

She brushed her hands lovingly over my breasts; a whole new sensation that made me bite into the ball as the shivers ran through my spine like bolts of lightning.

She had control of every second.

She knew exactly what she was doing to me with every move however small… I might be a new instrument to her but she was an expert player.

She stepped away from me; allowing me to catch my breath before she grabbed the roller in a firm confident grip; almost as confident as the riding crop that always seemed to be an extension of her arm.

She held it up for me to see and tested it on her thumb; showing me that it did indeed rotate…

I was sure this was only for my sake, to warn me of what I had in store…

“This is a Wartenberg Wheel” she emotionlessly informed me. The lecture continued… and I was her star pupil; she owned my full attention.

“It might sting a little though…” she took a step closer to me; her eyes meeting mine… there was a danger in those blue eyes.