“That tickles!”
She stepped back and smiled, but her voice had an edge to it. “Shut up. Hold still.”
He was spread-eagled on the cross, the manacles barely holding him to the wood as she worked on him. He tried not to wiggle, but the light touch was driving him insane.
“Mistress!”
A loud smack sounded through the room as she left a hand print on his bare ass. “I told you to shut up!” Even though she was trying to sound stern, humor slipped in and a slight giggle came out.
Her torture was not as elegant as she had hoped, but it was effective. The instrument left red marks on his skin, blending into a reasonable drawing, but not entirely what she had intended. It may have left some to the imagination, but not many people would be seeing it before it faded.
She stepped back, his back still tensed for a few seconds before he relaxed. She smiled.
“Is...” He cringed.
“You may speak, slut.”
“Thank you, Mistress. Is it done?” He turned his head slightly as if he could see what she had done in that small movement.
“Yes. Hold on.”
The phone’s camera was crap, but the flash made him wince, making her smile again. She held the phone over his shoulder and he could see what she had done. He smiled and tried to kiss her hand as she held it there.
Another loud smack went through the room, another handprint on his ass reddening as she stepped back. “Bad boy.”
She looked at the drawing, both on the phone and on the slut in front of her. Yes. A little basic but it was satisfying.
Before letting him down, she put her toys away, recapping the marker and tidying up.
He went to his knees and bowed his head. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She smiled and rubbed the top of his head. “You are welcome.” She pulled his head up to look into his eyes. “It won’t last.”
He nodded, pulling against her hand with his hair. “I know, Ma’am.”
They played a little more before she watched him get dressed, her drawing disappearing under the mundane clothing. It was not much of a branding, not permanent and lacking in skill, but it would remind him for a few days that he was hers. She liked the design. The smiley face in the middle of the whip coil might be a bit much, but it made her smile again.
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