Whipped

In the morning it was the sunlight that woke me up I and stretched my limbs; much like a lazy feline.

I stood out of bed and for the first time in forever I actually felt rested.

I felt as if I had awoken from a dark haze… My body felt light; my feet were not weighed down for once.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my spine once more.

I was so rested I felt like I might not even have been fully awake yet.

Was this a dream?

On the dresser wasn’t left a dress for me as I expected; but a fluffy light pink dressing gown and a fancy looking box of bath salts waited for me.

On top of the folded gown was a note:

“Mira

You earned yourself a nice relaxing bath, as soon as you get up go to the downstairs bathroom and draw yourself one.

Be careful not to soak your dressing.

Miss A”

I wrapped the soft dressing gown around my naked body and instantly hugged it. It was so warm and gentle to the touch. I sighed. It felt comforting. Almost like a hug… if I liked hugs…

I almost did a barefoot waltz on my way to the bathroom, clutching the bath salts.

 

…

As soon as the door was shut behind me I released the gown and let the fabric slide off my body to the floor.

I examined the box curiously. Rose and vanilla. Oh that sounded like a sweet heaven! I licked my lips.

I knelt to open the faucet, finding an acceptable temperature after a few tries. Perhaps a little on the warm side… but I couldn’t care.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror; I had a smile on my lips. I smiled even wider at myself.

It was a lot easier to look at that girl today.

I added the salts to the water and inhaled the amazing scent. It was a rush even.

A sugar rush…

 

My hand idly ran over the dressing. The damaged skin it hid was buzzing.

My teeth sank into deep my bottom lip. I remembered the moment she slapped me back to my senses.

Fuck.

I climbed into the tub; carefully sitting myself down and kept the bandaged arm resting on the side.

Scenes of last night flashed before me as I felt myself disappear into the vanilla and rosy fumes.

A weird gargle came from my throat when I had a sudden revelation.

She got her way. Again.

She wasn’t happy when I had told her I didn’t deserve pleasure… I didn’t… but… that’s what she gave me!

My centre twitched and I crossed my legs in the bath. Gosh. Those strong fingers did know what they were doing…

Why was she being so kind to me?

Wasn’t I just supposed to be her guinea pig?

‘Do you think she cares about you?!’ that pesky voice at the back of my head laughed; mocking me.

No. That was a stupid thought…

She needed to train those knots, and the use of that hook-thing as well. Right?

Obviously.

My waking her up in the middle night only sped her schedule along.

‘Who would ever care for someone like you?’.

I felt the sting of a teardrop in the corner of my eye.

In protest I abruptly got out of the tub and let out the water; with it the sweet salts.

 

…

 

Back in my room was left a black long sleeved floor length dress, a black velvet choker that closed with a small silver chain; a dark brown eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and blood red lipstick.

I couldn’t remember the last time I put on makeup.

Oh.

No.

I could… No…

When I was finally dressed and had put on the choker and stepped into the Louboutin’s I grabbed the makeup with surprisingly shaky hands.

I was happy to find makeup remover in the bathroom as the eyeliner kept slipping for me. She had even graced me with an easy to use felt tipped one. But I was too fiddly…

When I was finally satisfied with my eyes; I applied the lipstick to my lips.

I wondered if this was the same shade as she used. She made it look so elegant! I couldn’t live up to that…

I knew I would have trouble keeping this off of my teeth. Gosh, to know I used to have black lips as a teenager!

I carefully walked down to the dining room to find her waiting for me; wearing a much similar dress. She beamed at me approvingly as I sat down facing her.

I licked my teeth behind my lips in case I had already gotten lipstick on them. She would not approve of that I suspected.

“I need your assistance and full cooperation today” she let me know as Kate placed the lunch plates in front of us; I really had slept in today.

Her tone was unreadable and my stomach was in knots.

Kate quickly scooted out of the room again; I felt her glare. I was certainly not in her good books.