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Tonight he pushed me close to my edge. I knew he would, I asked him to. I wanted to dance with the sadist. I saw the predatory gleam in his eye as he stripped and restrained me. It started out gently, the flogger a caress on my skin, teasing me with the benevolent threat of more. But he built the intensity and the speed, lashing my body with unerring precision, my thighs, my soft, unprotected belly. Harder. Faster. Until I was twisting in a futile attempt to avoid the blows.

He caught a tender nipple with the edge of the leather and I screamed behind the gag, honestly not sure if I could take anymore as the biting hurt whipped through me. I felt the press of tears, my breathing becoming more ragged as the pain and desire built. A double-edged sword he wielded so expertly, never letting one override the other.

He paused to lean in closer, so that I felt his heat as he loomed over me. Deliberate in his intimidation he looked at me, his face impassive as he took in my expression.

“Does it hurt babygirl?” he asked – the gentle tone a gut-punch counterpoint to the merciless way he wielded that flogger.

I couldn’t answer, the gag doing its work. I whimpered – really more a whine – and the added humiliation caused fresh tears to streak down my face. Yes, yes it hurt – I nodded to make sure he understood. His empty hand came down to brush them away, one of those reassuring “I’m here” gestures that I loved. I whimpered again, softer now. Would he stop? I felt relieved and disappointed simultaneously.

But then this touch hardened – turning into a harsh pinch on my already throbbing nipple, sliding up into a tighter grip on my jaw, forcing me to look at him, to see how much he enjoyed my helplessness. His voice was back in my ear, rougher now, even lower.

“But you’ll take it, won’t you? For me? Because you’re a good girl?”

And with those magic words the edge was pushed further away. I nodded and he raised the flogger once more.

I would. For him. Because I am.