“Floggings work best on fleshier areas that are supported by strong bones and muscles. In the back, those are the thighs, ass, and lower shoulders, and in the front, you’ve got the breasts and, depending on the amount of pain your sub can handle, the cunt or cock.”
She gasped before she could stop herself. Master Michael patted her butt. “Don’t worry. I’ve reviewed your file and I’m aware of your limits.”
“Mind if I stay and watch?” asked a smooth voice she recognized as Cole’s.
She craned her head and saw him as he approached from the entrance of the dungeon. She nearly whimpered from the urge to cry and divulge what had happened to her last night in her room. What good were all the locks and security cameras if they couldn’t prevent someone from coming into her room uninvited? As evidenced by the kidnappers breaking into her house and then in her room at Benediction, this week had taught her that she could only rely on herself for protection. From now on, she’d shove furniture in front of the door while she slept and would check her room for hidden intruders whenever she returned to it.
“Of course you’re welcome to watch,” Master Michael said. “I was just about to demonstrate some of the ways to use a flogger, but since you’re here, would you like to do the honors?”
Cole was going to flog her? She despised her reaction to that thought, feeling as though a whole swarm of butterflies fluttered in her abdomen. Enemy. Enemy. Enemy.
“You have the deer skin?” Cole asked.
She tried to remember what Master Michael had said about the deer skin floggers. Would it cause a lot of pain?
Master Michael searched through his bag and handed Cole a different black flogger. “Right here.”
Breathless, she tugged at her restraints, the butterflies in her stomach multiplying with each passing moment.
Cole’s hot body pressed against her naked back. “Danielle, what’s your safe word?”
She took a deep breath at the reminder she could stop this at any time. “Red, Master Cole.”
He squeezed her shoulder and stepped away from her. “For the purpose of this demonstration, I’d like to utilize the stoplight system. You’re aware that red will immediately stop the scene, but yellow will indicate you’d like to pause and discuss, and green is continue. What color are you at now?”
Her uneasiness over the flogging had lessened to an acceptable degree at the knowledge that she retained some control by having her safe word. “Green, Master.”
“Danielle is new to the flogger and has a low tolerance for pain. I like to begin with the buttocks. You start light to warm up the skin.”
She tensed as the first strike fell on her right butt cheek, the sensation part thud and part sting, but neither painful. Waiting for his next strike, she closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles.
“Because the buttocks are a small, rounded area, you need to be careful not to wrap the falls of the flogger onto the hips or hit the tailbone,” Cole said.
He continued to flog her lower body, pausing in between strikes, giving her just enough time to process the heat of it before moving on to another part of her body. “Once I’ve warmed up my slave’s skin, I prefer to use a more cyclic style of flogging, which means one stroke flows into the next. You can do this either with a circular or a figure-eight motion.”
The blows rained constantly and rhythmically on her skin until she could no longer anticipate his next strike or differentiate one from the other. She felt as though she was weightless, floating in space and being pulled deeper and deeper into a hypnotic state where nothing else existed but her and the flogger. Her brain shut down, and all her worries disappeared, nothing in her mind except how good she felt and how she never wanted it to stop.
“What color are you at?” Cole said in her ear, his hand rubbing her back.
Color? She didn’t know what he meant, but somehow, she heard herself respond, “Green.”
His hand was gone, and then the flogger hit the front of her thighs. The thud of it traveled up her legs, causing a deep pulsating to begin in her pussy. She rocked her pelvis forward, desperate for more. Each blow on the lower half of her body sent a vibration straight to her clitoris. There was no pain, just mindless pleasure and an ache for something to fill her empty pussy.
The pulsating spread throughout her body, and she shook from the need to come. She heard Cole and Master Michael talking, but she no longer understood what they were saying. A delicious sting radiated from her nipples throughout her breasts as Cole whipped them over and over. Her body shaking, she pulled at her restraints, desperate to touch her throbbing clit.