Of Course

Author's note: I can't call "She" "She" here because both characters are women; so, it reads a little weird. Sorry.

The domme brought out several lengths of rope and begin to attach the **** to the cross. The **** put up no resistance at all.

Once the **** was bound, her mistress brought out her first weapon: A flogger.

The **** was scared. This was normal. It was ok for her to be scared; she just couldn't show it. She kept her face perfectly neutral as the domme lined up a nipple-shot with her flogger.

It snapped onto her suddenly, without any warning at all. The **** cried out in pain, giving the domme a satisfied smirk.

The lashes kept coming, and, while less unexpected, remained just as painful as the first. The **** could feel bruises starting to form and her eyes watering.

She knew, of course, this was only the first stage in her ****. She was not surprised when the grip of the flogger was shoved into her mouth and she was instructed to hold it there while the dominant rummaged through her crate.

She, however, was surprised with what was pulled out of the crate.