She could hear Michael moving behind her, but unlike earlier she didn’t feel compelled to look. In fact, she felt completely comfortable, trusting he was getting a strap to whip her with. It was almost like being in a meditative state; waiting for what came next but without any sense of urgency. Just happily existing, already satisfied with knowing satisfaction was coming. She felt so good, so relaxed, so happy… Normally it took her a while to achieve this state of mind during a scene, but right now she was practically singing her joy in her head.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...

“What’s your color, Ellie?”

“Green, Ma- uh, Michael.” She’d almost called him Master Michael before remembering he’d told her not to call him that. It felt weird not to do so, but she didn’t want to miss out on her reward for something so small.

“Good girl, beautiful,” he said, right before she heard the whoosh of air which signaled an imminent blow.

THWAP!

Ellie cried out as the leather seared a stripe across her ass, her body jerking slightly and causing her nipples to protest as the clamps tugged at them. Painful warmth spread like a wave through her body, from the three points of pain through her torso and limbs, making her feel almost woozy.

TWHAP!

The leather hit just below the first stripe, wielded with the kind of precision that made a masochist’s dreams come true. A stinging burn that bit deep, thudding against her skin and sinking into her body.

THWAP!

The third blow landed on the undercurve of her ass, making her cry out as the leather snapped against more sensitive skin. The bite was harder, sharper, the fiery pain hotter, surging through her and causing another kind of heat to flare; Michael and the strap was like a blacksmith with his bellows, and she was the forge in which he’d create his masterpiece of agonized ecstasy. The flesh of her ass jiggled as she clenched around the plug inside of her, breathlessly shuddering. If she could have moved to press her legs together, she would have, but even trying would involve the clamps practically tearing off her nipples. The tender buds were already going to be sore for days.

There was movement behind her, and then Michael’s hand rubbed roughly over the newly sensitized skin of her ass. Ellie hissed, her hands tightening around the bars she was clinging to, as the sensation swept through her, already knowing it wasn’t enough. She wanted more of the leather.

“More please, Michael,” she said, letting her need fill her voice. She needed more pain, she needed the pleasure which would follow. She needed him.

“Let’s play a game, pretty girl,” he said, almost conversationally. “I’m going to ask you questions, and for every answer you give me, you get a taste of the leather.”