The playful and precise application of a harsh tool

Ashley’s chair was quite intently faced away from the bench where I had laid out my “tools” the day before. I ran my adoring fingers along her cheek as I walked past to collect the first of these tools that Ashley would become acquainted with.

“Do you know what this is,” I asked, stepping back in front of her and brandishing the flogger before her.

“Um.” Ashley chewed at her lower lip, her mind clearly already running through the possibilities, “Is that a whip?”

I smiled at her feigned ignorance, “It can certainly sting like one,” I explained, giving a sharp flick and slicing the air in front of her to demonstrate, “But you’ve been a good little captive so far, so I’m going to show you what else it can do.” I ran my fingers through the soft frayed ends of the flogger, and Ashley’s eyes lit up as she wiggled in her seat, eager for the attentions of my tool. She was extremely cute, tied and helpless before me, and I could no longer deny her what she so clearly wanted.

Of course, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to toy with her a bit. I started by trailing the tips of the flogger over her shoulder, smiling at the way she shivered beneath its touch. As the last of the soft leather ends fell behind her shoulder, I pulled it back forward, just as slowly, before trailing the strands up the side of her neck. She leaned her head slightly to the side and let out a trembling sigh.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked, not expecting an answer, before trailing back down to tease her upper chest, just above the fabric of her nightie. “Hmmm. That’s going to have to go.”

Ashley’s eyes fluttered open at this, “What do you mean, mister?”

I pulled away the flogger, and pointedly hooked a finger between the nightie and her skin. “This thing,” I pulled lightly, stretching the fabric, “It has got to go.”

Ashley did her best to look nervous and shy and scared, but her blush was clearly one of arousal, not embarrassment. “I-if you say so, mister. L-like I said, I’ll do whatever you want, just… please don’t hurt me.”

I smiled down at Ashley, then leaned forward to press my lips against hers for a brief moment. I punctuated our kiss with the sound of ripping fabric, easily snapping the flimsy strings, fabrics, and buttons that held together her top. Ashley gasped at having her bare chest suddenly exposed to the cool air, and she whimpered quietly as I dropped the shredded fabric to the ground. She had purchased that nightie almost exclusively because it was fragile and easy to tear, but I still felt a little bad about destroying it.

Of course, I did not show this regret, instead approaching her with the flogger again. Now clothed only in her cute pink panties, I had much more skin to run the soft ends of the tool against, and I didn’t waste any time getting started. I spent a solid twenty minutes just teasing her exposed flesh with the flogger while she squirmed and moaned and sighed and gasped little half-words at me. Her nipples, pink and erect, were definitely one of her more sensitive spots, sending shivers through her body every time the soft leather trailed past. Other spots I found which elicited good reactions included her lower stomach, her face, and her calves.

“P-please mister,” Ashley eventually gasped out, signalling that she was ready to move on, “I, um, thank you for being so nice, but I’m cold and I feel... funny. S-sorry.”

I gently set down the flogger on the floor before placing a hand under Ashley’s chin and tilting her face up towards mine. “Oh? It sounds like you might be getting sick. Don’t worry,” I leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss, before wrapping her in my arms, “You know you’re mine now, right?”

Ashley tensed in my arms before relaxing, “R-right. You stole me and now I’m yours.”

“Good,” I said, “Then you have nothing to worry about. I take very good care of what’s mine…”