Colden awoke. At least, he thought he was awake. There must’ve been a blindfold over his eyes because he couldn’t actually see anything.
His senses were heightened in this new darkness, though. The smell of the damp permeated his nostrils and he could hear the slow clicking of stiletto heels walking across the tiles.
He asked for this, an agreement formed with his new mistress. Now that it was finally here, he wanted to soak in the sensations. The way the leather felt against his wrists and ankles; the smells; the sounds.
His new mistress approached him with the first flogging implement. Feeling the leather against his skin heightened the anticipation. As the implement was brought down whack the pain stung his skin but left it feeling tingly. He wanted more. He needed more.
“Thank you mistress, may I have some more?”
A smile spread across her face, though Colden couldn’t actually see it.
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