Cruel to be kind

A heavy silence fell as Maddam exited the room, leaving me in bondage with a stranger. Elle neither moved nor spoke and the the weight of the quiet heightened my senses. My pulse flashing through the tight bonds on my wrists, the thumping of my heart like a little drum and the flush of blood pulsing in my temples. Every nerve in my body was ready for... for anything really. Steeling myself, I kept my eyes focused on Elle's - their grey-green depth like of some huge dark forest vouchsafed no hint of her thoughts except a quiet self-confidence. Tightening my jaw and straightening my muscles as far as it was possible, I steeled myself to undergo what was to come. After all I had been through darker fires before - as suddenly as the image of my rapist flashed in my mind I batted it away with the determination built over months and years of recovery. The choice of prostituting myself to relive the sex under my own control - as my own person...

THWACK - OUCH

"May I have your undivided attention little one? Do not go wandering off with your mind when you are in the presence of your betters."

Pouting like a school child caught out dreaming in class, my eyes narrowed transmitting to Elle that whilst I was in her power she was not in control. Whatever it was she could dish out - well I would live through it just like 11 fucks - no 12 - fucks to date since becoming a prostitute. No-one would take away my control over my inner soul and sex again.

"We will see about that."

?!?!? Elle seemed to be reading my mind - why did she say that? - when all my willfulness against her control had been unspoken bar a sharp look from my eyes. My confidence caved slightly as I realised she was more perceptive than most - than all the men that had fucked me. They thought they were taking me - whereas really I was in charge.

YELP

Her index and thumb had trapped my nipple, the nails were expensively manicured at a straight edge rather than the classic rounded one. This she set her with her thumb against the side of by nipple, pressed hard with her index and twisted a full 3/4 turn. I bucked on my restraints as the pain jolted through me - how could she know my breasts and nipples were so sensitive. My eyes filled with tears that ran down my cheeks in thick streaks - unbidden showing my vulnerability to her.

"I said I wanted your undivided attention."

"Yes Ma'am!" I answered as if by rote, my eyes trying to keep themselves on her to divine what she might want from me. The nail felt like it was cutting into my nipple and she gave it a last squeeze forcing a further moan from me - the back of her palm brushed the other nipple as she withdrew - a warning it could receive the same treatment. A frisson shook my body and a doubt slipped in about whether I feared or longed to have my left nipple treated the same way.

"Better but you are still holding back. Let me break you...free."