Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

Chapter 6

Their first day together had exceeded Ryan’s expectations. Abbie was already so well trained as a staff slave that it freed him to focus on the more intimate exploration of a Master/slave connection. The next morning after breakfast, he said, “Once you’ve cleaned up in here, present yourself to me in the dungeon. I want to assess the limits of your pain tolerance.”

“Yes, Sir,” Abbie said sweetly, her pretty little nipples stiffening in apparent anticipation.

Though the cottage was well-equipped with a wide variety of impact toys, Ryan had brought his own gear bag to have on hand as well. For this session, he chose a spiral-wound whip with a wire core, rather than a more traditional single tail of braided leather. Instead of a cracker at its end, it had a flat strip of stiff leather. While it could deliver a blow with intense impact, it wouldn’t leave the same kind of welt or cut as a braided whip. This suited his purposes, as he planned multiple sessions over the course of the week. He didn’t want to mark Abbie to the point where she needed extensive recovery time.

Was she the one? After all this time in the scene, had he finally found the yang to his yin? Someone who had no limits—save for those he imposed for her safety. Someone who would give herself completely into his hands, content to serve at his feet, beneath his whip, in his arms…

Abbie had assisted him from time to time, serving as a demo bottom when he conducted whip training for Dominants. While she’d always handled those sessions with grace and control, the sessions, by definition, had been brief and largely impersonal. Now, he faced no such restrictions. He’d take her to the edge of what she could handle, and then just a little further.

Ryan snapped the lethal single tail against the dungeon’s recovery couch with a satisfying pop. His cock tingled in anticipation as he waited for Abbie to reappear.

He couldn’t wait to explore her submissive sweet spot—that place where intense erotic pain balanced perfectly on the edge of sexual arousal.

Abbie appeared from the kitchen, naked save for the black sash around her neck. She moved gracefully toward the yoga mat in the center of the room and lowered herself to her knees. She knelt up with her arms behind her back, her pretty breasts thrust proudly forward, her knees spread to give him a lovely view of her sweet cunt. Her nipples, he was pleased to note, were erect, and it struck him how lovely they would look with gold hoops or silver barbells. The delicate petals of her labia would also be enhanced by erotic jewelry. He stroked the rising bulge of his erection in his jeans as he imagined sliding the sharp, thin piercing needle through her yielding flesh.

Getting to his feet, he put the plastic hair clip he’d removed from his gear bag into his back pocket. He approached the kneeling girl, who kept her eyes properly downcast. He snapped the whip in the air, enjoying the power and speed a well-placed flick of the wrist could create. Abbie flinched slightly at its sonic crack, but otherwise remained perfectly still.

“Stand up and clasp your hands at the back of your neck,” he directed. “I’m not going to bind or suspend you in any way. You will hold yourself in position without the help of rope or chain to keep you in place. This is an exploratory session. I want to see how much pain you can handle, and the level of your grace and acceptance. Don’t worry about trying to remain silent. And don’t hesitate to use your safeword if you need to, at which point I’ll stop immediately. Scorpion, was it?”

The hint of a smile moved over her pretty face. “Yes, Sir,” she replied softly.

Moving to her side, he shoved the whip into the waist of his jeans so he could gather and coil her thick, heavy hair into a pile on top of her head. Pressing open the large clip, he closed it over the makeshift bun.

Taking up a position behind her, he again snapped the whip in the air. This time she didn’t flinch, instead drawing in a deep breath, which she released in a slow, steady exhale.

“We begin,” he said, his cock stiff with anticipation.

He started lightly, snapping the flat square of leather against the fleshiest part of her ass. He flicked it several times, increasing the intensity with each blow until her skin reddened from the stinging impact. Taking her stillness and silence as his cue, he whipped her harder, hard enough to leave a dark red imprint on her fair skin. Still, she didn’t react, save for a deepening of her breathing.

Shifting his stance, he struck her between the shoulder blades, where there was significantly less muscle and fat. That got more of a reaction, though less than he would have expected. Intrigued and impressed, he flicked the snapping leather over her shoulders in a rapid flurry of intense strokes. Rather than crying out, she only seemed to settle more into herself.