OOC:
Ah HA!
I found it!

*Does her happy little dance!*

Yay - I will attempt to hammer out a decent response to the wonderful posts here, but please forgive me if my earthbound soul is unable to do so...


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The flickering lights seem to burst into radiance at the sound of His voice, and she involuntarily gives a tiny shudder as the waves of sound caress the sensitive outer shells of her ears. His low words only cause her head to bob in understanding and agreement, the whistle of sound barely perceived.

Yet her body was tautened, her soul open to the blow, her eyes, though lowered, were wide and glistening with an inner fire, her round lips parting into a soundless O. She does not flinch.

Lower...

She does not know if He speaks it aloud, or if it is the manifestation of her own thoughts, as she attempts to follow His whim. Without pause her petite frame stretches itself out, her legs resting flat against the cool, thick textured carpet, her torso and arms extending and stretching as she pushes as much of herself against the whispery ticklish-caressing touch of the carpet's fiber - as much as possible, to please Him.

Through half-lidded eyes she sees Him move; she watches the candlelight dance upon the gleam of His boots as He moves around her - she hears the dance of the little leather bit as it smacks against the unblemished surface she had so ardently tried to adore... for Him.

Her long, thick mass of hair is flung over her head, and it's shade is like a netted blindfold. Beneath the tent of strands, she waits, her body strung like a well-tuned musical string, her eyes opened wide even as her breaths turn to soft, shallow pants. She mews softly, wanting Him to know He has her - all of her - in the palm of His oh, so gracious hand...

The looped piece of leather that comprises the bit of the crop falls against her neck, unbidden, goosebumps ripple along her limbs. The sole point of contact is suddenly laden with sensation - as if her whole body, all her nerves, her very being rise to meet the slender, almost non-existent caress of His tool.

It glides lower, caressing her neck in a manner that makes her body long to writhe and curl. She shudders, whimpering softly, expressing to Him her longing to do so, but demonstrating she would not do so against His wishes...

Even through the fabric of her single garment, His tool continues to caress her spine with unerring accuracy. Her hips twist sinuously, her rippling, goospimpled limbs merely flex and arch, but she does not move from Him.

Her breath rushes in on an audible note as the small piece of leather emerges from against the cloth to glide against her trembling globes. Its' whispered caress, deep in her crevasse, causes her breath to trickle out in audible pants.

His wrist flicks, His fingertips dance, and with unerring accuracy her body is suddenly strung out once more - the stinging blows against her inner, sensitive flesh cause her body to shiver, to shudder, to writhe and dance, spread upon the floor before Him... But never away, no, oh no, never away from Him...

Once again His voice reaches out of the pant, mew, and whimper-filled closet that has become her curtain of hair, draped over the top of her head, and her dry lips part. Unseen, her tongue darts out, laving them in glistening moisture before she whispers her reply.

"Please, Master - oh please, believe this worthless slut... she seeks only Your pleasure, and will do anything within her power to bring joy and contentment to Your life..." The words fade away on the last of her sigh-like breath, and she turns her head to rest her chin against the floor, her hands unclenching from its nap to lie beneath her cheek as she awaits His desire...