Hers part 3
“Girl, girl, time to waken” as I opened my eyes I wondered when I had fallen asleep and in my daze as I tried to close my arms around her, I couldn’t figure why I couldn’t. As she sat up and looked down at me I eventually came to and realised she had tied me down, my legs too.
As I looked at the rope binding me I went to speak then saw her face and said nothing. There was a calm expression, but with a tinkle in her eye, I was about to suffer for last night. I knew I would I knew there had to be a cost for what she allowed me to do.
I said nothing as she placed the ball gag in my mouth, she knew I hated it, yet again I was wearing it. Only yesterday had I spent most of the day with the hateful thing in my mouth, drooling. It was worse on my back since the drool slid down my face and into my ears and hair. She sat staring at me before eventually getting up and leaving the room. As I lay there I cursed her for owning me inside out.
I wanted to rage against the injustice of it but I knew that I was wrong. I gave myself to her and yesterday I gave my all, I was now completely hers to do whatever she wanted. As I had that thought she came in and ran her hand down my leg almost as if to check I was alright. Then, untying me she indicated that I should turn around. She always went quiet when she was about to beat me hard, it was almost as though she didn’t want to do it, except she did. She wanted to badly, so badly you could almost see the impatience in her eyes.
Before I get a chance to turn around she grabs me by the throat and squeezes until I can barely breathe, pushing me into the bed staring into my eyes until she eventually let’s go at the last moment before my eyes close. Kissing me and biting hard on my lips, all I can hear is my heart beating in my ears. “Turn now”.
As I turn she binds me again to the bed face down. I have no idea what is coming but I feel her get off the bed. Then I hear it as it moves the air. It seems to take an age to reach me then I feel and hear the crack at the same time as I cry out. Again I hear the air move as I wonder at that and then the cut. I can feel it cut my skin and again I hear, or do I feel the air move as it comes towards me again. If I could move I would run, despite loving the marks it leaves I do not like it. It cuts my skin when she hits again and she keeps hitting and moving the air around me with it for what seems an eternity.
Eventually I feel her untie me and pull me into her arms, I know I am bleeding. It stings as she runs her hands over the cuts and I flinch but she doesn’t stop, instead kissing me on the forehead and whispering “my good girl”.