Harper gives you after care

Slumping down in your chains, you pant as you try to catch your breath. Your cock still throbs as it screaming for an real orgasm, despite your balls being empty. You feel like you just ran a gauntlet. With your butt, and thighs still stinging with pain from the intense spanking you just received. Really all you want to do was rest now. Ever bit of your energy has been sapped from you. All of it condescending into the puddle of pre, and cum on the floor beneath your feet. Your so done you don’t even have the strength to react to Haper running her hand over the many marks she inflicted on you.

“Please.... please no more...” You quietly beg as you fear that Harper might be building up to resume raining down punishment on your ass.

“Chill out, I’m just checking to make sure there isn’t any brushing or swelling here.” Harper says rolling her eyes at your, more then reasonable fear of more strikes from the whip.

She makes sure she’s thorough in her examination. Checking to see that any damage she did wouldn’t last more then a day. Though she is confident she didn’t, she wasn’t one to screw up something like that. Harper does it anyway. Even though she is a sadist Harper understood there was a difference between putting a submissive though an ordeal, and torturing some one. Neglecting to check a submissive for injuries or provide aftercare post an intense pain play. That would fall more so into the category of the latter. So Even if this part was more so a chore for her rather then something she enjoyed. Harper still took it very seriously.

You then hear the rattling of chains, and you feel Harper fiddling with one of your leg cuffs. You breath a sigh of relief as you then feel the leather cuff around your left leg go slack, and fall away from your ankle. It seems like Harper was freeing you, finally this ordeal was over.

“You gonna fall flat on your face if I undo those wrist restrains?” Harper asks as she undid your other ankle cuff.

“Y-yeah.” You say being honest about your weakened state.

“Heh figures, I really pushed you to your limits huh punk?” Harper smirks looking at your beaten back side again with a sense of satisfaction, and a tinge of sexual arousal.

As Harper undid your wrist restraints she puts a hand around your waist. Keeping you from falling to floor once you are finally free. She then picks you up groom style in her arms, and proceeded to carry you upstairs, and back into her living room. Careful she set you down flat on your stomach on the couch across from the TV. It’s kinda strange, having Harper handle you with such gentleness, and care after she had just finished inflicting such cruelty upon you. She then slid a throw pillow under your head, and walked back into the kitchen to search through some cabinets. A you aren’t sure because you can’t see, but you think you hear her grabbing a few things. After what seems like the sound of a cabinet slamming, you hear the clicking of heels against the kitchen floor coming closer. You then feel Haper’s weight beside you as she takes a seat next to you in the couch. Still not even able to turn your head to see what she was doing you felt a little bit nervous as you heard her fiddling around with something behind you.

“Ahh!” You yelp as you suddenly feel Harper start kneading your butt.

“Hah don’t be such a wimp, I’m only putting some medicine on your ass, or do you want to have it stinging for the rest of the day?” Harper said coldly.

“N-no, I would rather the medicine, and umm thank you.” You say as you feel the cool cream on your ass immediately start to take effect.

“Hmph yeah, yeah.” Harper snots, as she continues to coat your backside in a think layer of cream.

After Harper finishes, the stinging of your thighs, and butt soon decrease dramatically. She must have some pretty heavy duty stuff, as you already start to feel better. The pain quickly starting to fade as you lay there.

“Wow that worked fast what was that?”

“Numbing cream for pain, and medicine for swelling, your butts still going to be a bit tender for a day, so don’t do anything fucking irritate it, no grinding your ass up against some girl, or wearing some super tight paints like a tease.” Harper says pushing a finger into your butt cheek to drive home the point.

“Ow ow ow ow, okay okay I get it.”

“I hope you do because I’m not gonna be held responsible if you do any damage to it.”

Harper then reaches behind the couch, and pulls out a small blanket. With one swift motions, she lays it over the top of your body. Leaving your bottom exposed so the blanket doesn’t get all sticky from the cream.

“You thirst?” Harper asks casually as she leans back on the couch.

“A little.” You admit as your mouth is a bit drying.

“I’ll get you some water then.”

As Harper again stood up, and went to the kitchen. The irony of her caring attitude made you smirk a bit. She really is nice under that though exterior. This is even more apparently when she comes back with a cup of water and, a straw. Getting down on her knees she brings the cup to your lips so you can use the straw. Greedily slurping down the cool liquid, you feel yourself start to rehydrate. While doing so you can’t help but flick your eyes downward at Harper cleavage. Obviously she catches you, and gives you a big predatory grin.

“Don’t get used to this view you little brat, the only time I’m ever gonna be on my knees for you is if you go though a session just as hard, as the one you just had.” Harper says leaning in close to smirk right in your face.

“So would you hate me if I said that I’d take that deal?” You say giving back a little bit of attitude.

“Dirty little punk, where was that lip during the session huh, oh I wish you would have mouthed off like that when I had you all chained up, I wouldn’t have gone so easy on you.” Harper grins amused by the push back.

Yet you can tell behind the amusement there is a bit of desire there from Harper. That want to put you in your place. It makes you a little worried about ever going back, to Harper for another session. Yet it also kinda turns you on a bit. To have Harper unleash her self on you even more then before... The thought of it makes your cock throb. Man she was right, you really are masochist.

Harper then brings the straw back to your mouth, and let you drink up the rest of the water.

“Ah thanks!” You say as you finish sipping up the whole cup of water.

“Yeah, sure.” Harper says putting
cup aside.

“I’m gonna get changed you want to watch something on TV?”

Harper stands, up and points the remote at the TV looking you for a response.

“Umm like maybe some cartoons or something.”

“Oh you want cartoons, well tough your getting you documentary channel.” Harper says as she turns on the TV, and toss the remote on the couch just out of your reach.

Before you could even protest she walks off, and out of view. Oh god it’s a documentary on spiders, you hate spiders. Truly Harper has implemented her sickest **** yet! As the screen showed a close up of spiders face you squeeze you eyes shut, and try to ignore what’s going on.

“The mother spider will inject her eggs into the helpless fly, the eggs will incubate inside the fly until they hatch, by which point they will consume the fly’s organs, and burst from its body....”

“Oh god just kill me now.” You say unable to stop yourself from visualizing such a disgusting thing in your mind with every intricate detail.

You hope that the show will switch subjects yet that doesn’t seem to be the case as it just moves on to detailing another nightmare inducing spider.

“...This spider in this rain forest can grow to be as large as a human hand...”

“Whyyyy...” You groan as you try to go to your happy place, and ignore the terrible, terrible things the tv is telling you.

After a few minutes of learning more about spiders then you ever cared to Harper finally comes back.

“Andddd I’m back hope you didn’t miss me while I was gone.” She’s says as she plops onto the couch next to you.

You notice that her outfit is a lot more casual now. She has on a black hoodie with the arms ripped off for a top. And for bottoms she has on a simple pair of pajama bottoms. Besides that there’s nothing else. She doesn’t even appear to have on bra, judging by the way her boobs are pushing against the fabric of the hoodie.

“You feel like moving yet or are you planning on living here now.” Harper grins as she grabs the remote, and changes the channel.

Thank god for that, no more achriad central. On top of that you seem to finally have enough energy to move again. Your not going to be running a marathon any time soon, but at least your no long a paraplegic.

“Yeah I think I can move a little bit.” You say turning to look at Harper.

“Shame, and here I thought I might get to keep you as a pet.” Harper says with a toothy grin.

“Would you really?” You say with curt sarcasm in your voice.

“Oh you think I wouldn’t you little bastard, I got a cage just big enough to barley squeeze you into downstairs in the dungeon.” Harper says as she leans over, and grabs you by your hair to make you look at her.

“You really believe I won’t just kidnap you right now, and make you mine?”

Harper’s grin grows ever wider, like she is just waiting for you to ask her to prove it! Of course she wouldn’t really do it. Locking you up, and hold you against your will. That is both illegal, and unethical. She would however do a lot to make you think she would do it!

“Ahhh okay sorry sorry I don’t doubt you would lock me away forever!” You Yelp as Harper pulls on a hand full of your hair.

“Remember sissy don’t ever try to play chicken with me I don’t back down.”

“Ah, I got it I got it I’m sorryyyy!” You beg.

With that Harper relents. Letting you go, as she seems satisfied by your groveling. The two of you then exchange a knowing smile. It’s a fun back forth, the little banter between the two of you. It’s enjoyable teasing between friends. It’s almost kinda strange. That nearly paralyzing nervousness you had when you arrived her was completely gone now. You feel safe with Harper now, after going though a session with her, and seeing how she took care of you after it. It made her seem not very scary at all. You’ve seen her
at both her cruelest, and her kindest. It makes you feel like you had a special connection, and that you knew her on some sort special level.

Maybe you should see if you could hang out with Harper some more. At least outside of “session”. It’s not that you didn’t find the experience in the dungeon enjoyable in a weird way. Far from it in fact. Yet besides that you realize Harper is also kinda of fun to hang with, outside of all that bdsm stuff. Sure she has that drive to dominate everyone with submissive tendencies. Yet she isn’t cruel. She doesn’t really have any ill intent when she rough houses around, or teases some one.

Harper then flips though a few more channels.

“Now shut up for a bit, I want to watch some foot ball.”

You do so, piping down to focusing on the game Harper put on. As the game goes on the cream on your butt does it’s job. In only a few minutes the what’s left of the stinging is reduced, to only a dull discomfort. As the pain starts to fade, you then remember something from your session that you were a bit curious about.

“H-hey Harper?” You ask, a little unsure if you should even mention this.

“Yeah..?” Harper says half listening as she concentrates on the game.

“I-I hope this isn’t to personally to ask but... before in that outfit I saw you had a bunch of scars over you....” You trail off not having the courage to finish your sentence.

Harper then turns off the TV.

“S-sorry I didn’t mean to-“ You start to to apologize, thinking you may have offended Harper.

Harper however raises a hand, motioning for you to be quiet.

“I got these when I used to run around with some thugs in my real early days.” Harper says as she pulls up her hoodie, and runs a hand over the scars on her abs.

“Had a falling out with them, wanted to leave the gang, they didn’t want me to, so they gave theses scars as severance package...” Harper feels a scar on her face as speaks.

“But don’t fucking try to analyze me because of that, me liking to put subby boys like you in your place isn’t because of some sort of past trauma or, issue got it?” Harper says with an accusatory finger like you were planning on doing just that.

“I’ve always be up to dish out a spank, and pinch it’s just.... now I do it to people who let me.... and now I know, you have to know when to stop....”

Harper looks like she thinking about some thing as she says that.... Thinking about something she regrets doing, something she feels guilty about.... It’s like the scars, reminder her of a part of her self she now hates. Rather then the scars reminding her of how she got them, they are a reminder of the events before she got them. Which is the part she really wish she could change. Scars of regret, it sounds like something from your theater class. Still you don’t ask her about it though. You feel you’ve pried enough as is.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked something personal like that.” You apologize.

“Whatever it’s ancient history for me.” Harper shrugs trying to act like it didn’t bother her.

Still you can tell there is some hard memories associated with the scars she has.

“Besides the scars look kinda sexy right, I mean they did get your attention, right punk?” Harper snorts as she gives the side eye.

“Yeah i guess that’s true.”

You did have to admit the scars combined with the muscles she has, gives Harper a very distinctive sexy look. That flavor of razor sharp toughness, and mixed with physical prowess. Its like she’s some sort of barbarian warrior form a fantasy game. Even as she was naked back in the dungeon, just by her body alone she gave off a strong, and confident aura. One that you want to dominate, and fuck your silly. Which kinda brings you to something else you were wondering about.

“Heyyyy do you mind if I ask you another question?” You ask tepidly, trying to present yourself as passive as you can.

“Yeah sure, shoot.” Harper says resting her head on one of the arms of the sofa, as she lays down facing you one eye closed.

“I uh just got to ask why didn’t you fuck me?” You say ask, eyes looking over to the now blank to, not able to look directly at her as you ask the question.

Harper opens both eyes again. Then she glances around the room with a confused expression, like she’s looking to see if their some sort of visible reason why you would ask that question.

“Because you wanted hot cum, and that’s what I did made you cum?” Harper says still not really getting why you would ask that question.

“So you uh, you didn’t want to fuck me?” You ask brushing some of your hair to the side of your face.

Harper sits up on the couch, narrowing her eyes at you.

“Of course I did, and after I tanned your hide I especially did, but you wanted to cum and I made you pop the fasts way I knew a masochistic brat like you would have.” Harper says sounding proud, that she was so efficient, and quick with making you cum.

“Sure I could have fucked you but it would have taken a lot longer prep time, and I don’t even think your loose enough to take what I’ve got in your ass with out some proper training, are you being ungrateful now?” Harper continues, narrowing her eyes at you just waiting to see if you real have the audacity to complain to her.

“No no no that’s not it at, all I just didn’t know if you didn’t think I was attractive or something and a that’s why....”

Harper cuts you off.

“Heh trust me Doug, you don’t got to have self confidence issues least not with me, but like I said you wanted to cum, and I made you cum the fastest way I knew boy like you would.” Harper grins at you.

Your quiet for a second, thinking on what Harper as told you about your session. In the moment it didn’t feel like Harper was doing you any favors, she was dominate, bossy, cruel even. Though you realize that like she said, she never made an attempt to get off during the whole thing. More so you are very much a virgin when it came to the stuff the two of you did in the dungeon. That, as well as being in chastity. If she really wanted to Haper could have lied about what she needed to do to make you cum. She could have beaten you well past your limits. She could have fucked you, even though she has said you were lose enough for her. She had ample opportunity to take advantage of you, and you would have been none the wiser, yet she didn’t. More so she didn’t even get off during the whole session even though she said she wanted to. Mulling over this conclusion in your mind, you then come to a conclusion.

“You know your actually really nice Harper.”

Harper’s eyes go wide with surprise for a second. Out of all the things you might have said next, that certain wasn’t one of her guesses. Initially caught of guard, she then smirks at the comment. She laughs, then rolls her at you. Like she can’t take what you just said seriously.

“Yeah a slut like you would say that after I was the one that made you cum in that cage.” Harper says as she grins at you.

“No I’m serious you did all for that on a whim with out even getting anything in return.” You insist, trying to make Harper understand that she has genuinely been very kind to you.

Though the irony of you thinking something like that after getting a whipping from her isn’t lost on you.

“You didn’t even you know get off during the whole you that’s like pretty selfless you know.” You says getting more animated in your attempt to make Harper understand where your coming from.

“Pffttt shut the fuck up stop making me seem like I’m some sort of nun!” Harper smiles, and roll her eyes like your telling her some sort of obvious joke.

“No, no listen i text you, some one I have only met once in the middle of the morning, who you then help out um, sexually, and then you don’t even bother to worry about your own needs that’s pretty generous more then generous really!” You ramble on seeming like your going to burst out into a long impassioned speech about Harper’s good character.

“Uh huh can you get to you point already?” Harper says making an impatient gesture with her hand.

“All I’m saying is.., can I make you cum?” You suddenly blurt out.

You and, Harper then just pause for a second. The two of you frozen as what you just said sinks in.

“So I uhh, can I?” You say doubling down on your slip of the tongue.

Well no actually not a slip of the tongue. You have been mulling over the thought in your mind for a bit now it’s just you got so worked up when talking to Harper it kinda slipped out. It’s not like you didn’t mean it though. With all Harper has done you were more then willing to give to her what she gave to you. Especially after you knew she had gotten herself really work up after the session. You knew what it was like to be denied, and well you wanted to help Harper with that problem like she helped you with yours.

Harper leans back on the couch again, starting straight up at the ceiling as if she’s thinking about something.

“You sure you want to offer something like that to me right now, after all the session got em pretty worked up.” Harper asks you with a serious look.

“Y-yes positive!” You say nodding enthusiastically.

Harper then sighs looking up at the ceiling again.

“I wasn’t joking about the ass stuff, I’d tear something If I’d try to take that butt of yours with out a few days of prep.” Harper says.

“That’s fine we don’t have to do it that way then.” You say a bit of determination in your voice that everything would be fine.

That you really are ready, and willing to do this.

Harper then looks at you. A dark glint in her eyes, she flashes you a wolffish smile. In one swift motion she then pulls down her pjs exposing her cock.

“Well the since you offered you slut, get to it!” She says her arms out in a expectant gesture.

You hope you didn’t just make a mistake...