Page 82 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
Placing all of my trust in him, I don't even glance over my shoulder as I take steps backward until I bump into somethinghard. Rome smiles as he stands in front of me, placing one hand on my hip and the other on my right wrist.
“Take one step to your left,” he commands.
When I move, Rome guides me by the waist, then raises my wrist and secures it to a leather cuff dangling from the upper arm of his Saint Andrew’s cross. My heart soars as he continues strapping me in, starting first with my other hand before moving down to my ankles. When he's finished I am completely open to him, naked with my arms and legs spread wide. I have no control and I am not free to move.
Perfect.
Rome steps back, assessing my body like a carpenter inspecting his work. His eyes roam my body as he removes his shirt, teasing my eyes and hands. I want to pull him closer. I want his body on top of mine, his fingers in my hair. But he continues backing up until he reaches the black pillar that is covered in floggers. I watch him turn his head and examine each one, scrutinizing them as if they could have flaws that make them unworthy of the scene we are about to commence. When he finally makes a choice and lifts his hand to retrieve it, my mouth drops open and my skin turns to gooseflesh.
“This,” he says proudly as the toy dangles to the floor, “is the cat o’ nine tails. It used to be a torture device a long time ago. Now it’s my favorite version of a flogger.” He steps closer to me so that I can see the detail in each long tress. “Before I use it on you, tell me what your safe word is.”
I keep my eyes on the flogger. “La regina.”
“Good girl. What does it mean?”
“The queen.”
“That’s right. When the queen is summoned, everything stops. Until then … don't let fear consume you, my little goddess. I see it in your eyes now, when all I should see is trust. Decide now if you want me to continue.”
I don't hesitate. “Of course I do. Please continue, Sir.”
Rome smiles again before stepping away. He goes to the spanking bench and retrieves the wand stand he used on me before, and places a wand inside of it before sliding it over to the cross that is holding me captive. He flicks on the wand, making it hum to life before positioning it between my legs. The vibrations hit my clit like a shockwave that ripples up my body.
“Oh god,” I say aloud, the sensation almost too much to bear. Just as I relax and settle into it, Rome raises his hand and flicks his wrist.
Thwack.
The tails rip across my stomach, leaving a trail of red on my skin in its wake. My muscles jolt and I let out an involuntary chirp, shocked by how much it hurt … and how much I liked it.
There is something about this version of pain that people outside the lifestyle don't understand. For most people, the only pain they experience is excruciating. Breaking a bone or tearing a muscle hurts so much that it inflicts people with fear, and the fear heightens the pain. The mind is a very powerful tool, which is why it takes a very special kind of person to let go of fear and enjoy the sensation of pain. Once fear is removed, pain can become pleasure when it is placed in trustworthy hands.
Rome whips the tails again, and this time I don't chirp. The pain streaking across my chest mixes with the pleasure between my legs and I quickly surge toward an orgasm. The two feelings become overwhelming, confusing my body and sending me reeling and wanting more.
“You like it?” Rome asks, steadying himself in front of me as he grips the shaft of the flogger.
The vibrator continues to hum, nearly stealing the words from my throat and replacing them with moans of agonizing pleasure.
“Yes … Yes, Sir,” I manage to say before letting out a groan.
“I like this,” Rome says. “I like watching you whimper, the way your body wants to curl into a ball but is forced open for me. I love having control over you.”
He swings the flogger again.
Thwack.
“I love watching your skin change colors for me.”
Thwack.
“The way your legs quiver from the kiss of the tails.”
Thwack.
“The way the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure turn you inside out right in front of me.”
Thwack.
“And I love knowing that you're on the verge of coming, but cannot without your Sir’s permission.”
