Wanting
to show his love to her before she left the room, Randy gathered Relana up in
his arms and kissed her, hard and long. He surprised her with
the kiss, but she welcomed it hungrily. She always felt safe in his arms. This
is where she belonged, always. She was his now, and forever. He released his kiss from
her, but still held her. Looking down at her lovingly, he softly said, "Are you
ready for more training today, little one?" "Oh, yes, Master," she
replied with love in her voice. "Very good, you will
remain naked for the rest of the day and ready at all times for me." Head bowed as if in deep
shame she said, "Yes, Master." "Look at me," he said
softly, letting go of her. "You will learn to show your body, proudly, to me at
all times." "Yes, Master," was all
she could say. She wanted to cover her nakedness, but wanted to please him
more. He reached out to pull
on her nipples. Her nipples were very
sensitive from the clamps earlier and she withdrew a bit. "LACE YOUR HANDS BEHIND
YOUR NECK!" he said angrily. "You are NEVER to pull away from me in any way, no
matter how much pain there is. You will learn to accept everything that I will
give you, whether it is pain or pleasure," with that said, he twisted her
nipples hard. Tears were running down
her face from the pain and the anger in his voice, "Yes, Master." "Spread your legs and
keep your hands right where they are. From now on," his voice softened, "you
will get into this position whenever I give you the command to stand and never
move until I release you." "Yes, Master," she felt
so venerable, so open, so ashamed. Letting go of her
nipples, he walked around her, looking at her, feeling her humiliation. He
wanted to push her even farther. For her to obey him without even thinking, no
questions asked. He picked up the crop and traced her body with it. Slapping
her lightly all over, watching her movements and facial expressions. Hitting
her nipples, inner thighs, calves and lower lips. She never dared to move,
even when the crop stung her tender nipples. She softly cried out with each
swing. His slaps were getting harder as she fought to stay in position. "Who would break first,"
he thought? As he swatted her a little harder. He hit every inch of her body,
with the exception of her face and neck, again and again. He suddenly stopped. He
left the room without saying a word. She stood confused,
should she stay in this position or was she allowed to move? She decided
against moving. She would wait on him. Randy returned moments
later with a scarf in hand. In silence, he stood behind her and tied the scarf
over her eyes. Unable to see anything,
she felt the crop began to fall on her body once again. Not knowing where he
was about to strike next, she concentrated on the wetness that was building
again between her legs. Embracing the pain, instead of trying to fight it. Noticing her enjoyment
of the situation, he pulled her long hair, hard. Hissing in her ear, he
said, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?” Never letting go of her hair. Ashamed that he found
her out, she whispered, "Yes, Master." With that, he let go of
her hair and began whipping her body again with the crop, very hard. She screamed in pain.
She could no longer loose herself in the pain. She begged for mercy. "Are you really asking
me to stop," he tormented? "Yes, Master," she
cried. "You still haven't
learned that I WILL do whatever I want to you, have you?" Without waiting for an
answer, he whipped her more. All she could do was
cry. She was ashamed of the way she had begged him to stop. Relana knew that
she deserved every sting of the crop and welcomed her punishment. When he finally saw her
stop wrestling and accept her punishment, he dropped the crop. He was shocked by all
the red welts over her entire body knowing that he was the cause of them. "Go
clean yourself up," was all he could say. Not seeing his shock,
she proudly said, "Yes, Master," as she sniffled and padded away towards the
bathroom. Her body was screaming in pain. Every inch hurt. With tears in his eyes,
he watched her painfully leave the room. How could he have done that to the
woman he loved so much? He reminded himself of the fact that she had wanted
this. This was her idea, her want, her need. Could he continue with this? She
was his life, could he really be so brutal with dealing with her? The answer, of course,
was yes. He would continue as long as she wanted it. By loving her enough to
give her what she craved was the best way he could show her his love for her.
He would be her Master, her tormentor and her lover. And then he sat to think
of what else he could do to push her.
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