By OKLASH

At some point, is it ten minutes or five hours, I return to gaze upon the scene. You are slumped in suspension, chin down near your chest. Low sobs and moans emanate from your soul in a cacophony of confusion and pain and despair. I take a moment to savor the sight and sounds.

I step around you, reaching for the coiled single tail that’s been hanging in your view. The thick leather handle feels right and proper in my fist and I resolve to feel it more, that we will do this more. I slide my open palm down your muscled back and raise it to my nose as you flex your shoulders. Your sweat is different when I’m hurting you, it drenches your body in a cocktail of pain and fear. I breathe in your pheromones and this fuel explodes the spark within me.

Stepping back I draw the whip back and crack it to your right, then to your left. Your body jerks in anticipation, spending strength that you will soon find scarce. Tonight, you will know my whip as punishment as we are joined in a symphony of power and pain.

Though you are naked before me, it is your man’s back across which you will make atonement. I will spare your luscious ass cheeks for strap or paddle or cane another time. The first lash strikes from your left shoulder down toward your right hip. It is full-force with no warmup. Your body thrashes as your limbs and the leather cuffs stretch away from the source of the fire. Your resolve to make no sound holds for now, yet you know your silence will only fuel the fire within me.

I pause to let the pain rise to full burn. There is no hurry here, I want to savor this. The second lash strikes close beside the first and I am taken with how beautiful this is … you are … we are … as you clench your jaw to stifle a scream.

The scene progresses as I decorate the quadrant of your left shoulder blade and step to the side to focus on its pair to the right – that real estate still unmarked. You’re sobbing now, your screams unchecked by any ability to contain them. Sweat flies off your body as the leather strikes. Angry red welts rise on your flesh. Together, we are lifted and spun around by a tornado in which our screams merge in a chorus as I flay you.

The hair on your chest is matted with sweat as it heaves for air. I too am drenched in my own sweat, and it rolls off me as I feel my racing pulse in my throbbing cock. Your mind floats up to the ceiling and gazes down at the scene – two animals locked in mortal combat. The primacy of the Alpha making its rightful claim. Yet the whip exacts its toll in exhaustion and suffering from both of us as it leads us on a journey across the Sun.

No count of the impacts is kept. Numbers fade to grey. Your back is crimson. There is no blood, my force is measured. Perhaps too many lashes for me. Perhaps not enough for you.

Spent, I coil the whip and hang it on its prominent hook and step up behind you. I lay my bare chest against the hot lava of your back, and your heat and sweat blend with mine. My hands wrap around your flanks to savage your nipples as I softly speak into your ear, “I believe in you.” You flex your entire body in offering to me.

I lower your wrist cuffs so that heels can touch the floor and we stay there, skin on skin, collapsing together in our sweat and lust and pain. As I slide my hands down to your hips and pull you close, my engorged cock drills its way home and explodes inside you. My body convulses with exhaustion and delight. I slide my hands back up to twist your nipples like beer bottle caps. Your cock detonates in its cage as your engorged balls – so long denied – empty like breached pressure vessels. The earthquake consumes both of us.

Back in bed, safe in my arms, you glow in the softness of my touch. I speak words of affirmation – that your chastity cage is your wedding band, that your body, mind and soul are built for this. That you have found your way Home. You are Lost no More.