Have you ever stood out in the rain on the edge of your porch? Just standing there with your head tilted up, feeling the droplets of water fall upon your face. That is where He had stood one late evening before the heavy wooden door which lead into his cabin. He felt the chill of the breeze which wrapped round him, the comfort of the droplets of water which fell to his face. He turned and approached the heavy wooden door to grip the handle to pull it open closing it behind him. The main room of the cabin was lit by the flames which erupted from the stone fireplace,  dancing light all about the walls of the cabin, illuminating the small space. It was furnished like you would expect it to be for a common fisherman.

“Well Now, I am glad you haven’t gone anywhere”, Samual said to the girl bound by the wrists above her head. Bits and bobs of silks, scarves and adornments taken from her let to lay at her feet in a heap. He walked up to her to stare directly into her face, seeing the sheer black scarf tied about her eyes to blind her.

“Comfortable are you?”, He said with a bit of a cackle to his voice. Of course there was only the muffled complaints and screams which could be heard with the knotted scarf thrust deep into her mouth, gagging her. He stepped over towards the couch to land into it, staring up towards her, looking over her naked body which remained dangling there before him.

There she was nearly at the very center of the larger of the rooms. Her hands were pulled up above her, coils of rope wrapped about her wrists to keep her from going anywhere, dangling her there helplessly from the rafters. Bits of silks, scarves and adornments taken from her, torn from her body and let to drop at her feet.  He moved over towards the couch to land up against it crossing my legs. He looked up to her face, seeing the sheer black scarf tied about her eyes to blind her. Another having been twisted and tied into a large knot then thrust into her mouth and tied behind her head.

He took hold of a bottle of wine left on the side table, pouring its contents into a small glass chalice leaving the bottle back next to it. He grasped the chalice with one hand taking a hefty drink of the wine rising up to his feet with the chalice in hand. He reached up around the back of your head to grasp the knot keeping the scarf tightly bound about her head. With one yank, the scarf was pulled away to expose her eyes to him.  He tucked his fingers into the chalice to gather a bit of the sweet red wine to them. He then reached out to brush his fingers along her expose lips, tracing back and forth, using his other hand to grasp the back of her head to stop her from thrashing and trying to pull her head away from him.

He was quite amused as you thrashed back and forth but would find no freedom from the knots keeping your wrists tightly bound. He turned to walk his way around you, listening to the muffled growls and protests, shaking his head back and forth “You might as well give up, there will be no undoing those knots slave…”, he spoke in a rather amused tone of his voice. As He approached behind you, his hand would slither down along her back and across the sweet subtle and well shaped buttocks before pulling away. With a few more sips from the glass taken, He finally retreated leaving the glass on the table next to the bottle, then slipped away into the shadows behind a set of curtains into one of the other rooms, leaving her hanging there, still tightly gagged.

Looking around the cabin, there would be nothing unusually found. The walls were bare of any trinkets of paintings any sorts. The floors were covered with furs, even some tossed over the couch. The pattering of the rain outside bouncing off of the roof and trickling down about the house mixed with the crackle of the fireplace is all that would be heard. A desk off to the side was barely visible in the shadows of the side of the room. All was hidden in the darkness except for one thing, the whip which laid coiled on the top of the desk like a snake waiting in the grass.

Moments had passed before he finally stepped from the other room, coming from under the curtains. He reached to the desk to grasp the coiled whip which he held in both hands as He approached her. His eyes would drill into the flesh of her body as he walked around, exaggerating his steps so she could hear exactly where He was. As he came around to stand within her eyesight once more, he reached up once again to grasp her head which she protested pulling her head away from his hand as He tried to touch her.

“Still haven’t given up the fight yet eh?”, he said to her shaking his head.

“Perhaps a lesson in what will happen to you if you keep in on this fight”

He reached up to grasp the last bit of scarf used to gag you, yanking it from her mouth and tossing it into the heap which laid at her feet.

“You… you bastard! Wait till my Master gets ahold of you. He will throw you over the ramparts of the village for this!” she spat back at him which was responded only with a chuckle as He walked away to come up round behind you.

“Oh, I am not scared of your Master, you should know this by now.” he said with a firm snort to his voice.

He reached to uncoil the whip letting it drop down along his right side. His fingers gripping the handle, keeping the whip at bay. “You do not know how long it has been since I have dreamed of doing this”, he said.

“Noooo, you cannot do this, My Master will kill you!”, she barked back at him.

He only shook his head even more, stepping back to grasp the whip, swinging his right hand back and forth to loosen the muscles in his shoulders. He then took a step forward with his right foot leading, as his eyes came to glance towards her back. He shifted his right hand around before drawing it back and then…

CRACK

The whip swung forward and would strike straight across her back, a painful bite into your skin with the coiled whip as his voice echoed out mixed with the screams which uttered from her lips from the intense pain “ONE”, he called out counting the strikes.

There was a pause of silence about him as He watched you scream and protest, cursing and swearing at him, anger ridden through her very core. There was only a small pause as the whip was drawn up and once more his hand would swing forward  CRACK CRACK CRACK, three heavy blows landed to strike across her back, even with the others. He looked to the angry marks which formed where the whip had landed, watching her thrash about trying to get away from each and every strike. He lifted his chin and uttered out “TWO…. THREE…. FOUR…”

Each strike following the heavy sound of his voice which would echo in her ears, as he continued on with the punishment. His hand gripped tight to the handle of the whip, a bit of joy was painted upon his face. He enjoyed every bit of this, somehow landing into some sadistic evil bit of sadism which was hidden deep inside of him not many would se.

“FIVE… SIX…. SEVEN…. EIGHT”, he would call out as once more the whip swung into motion striking again and again against her back. Tears would ride down her face, followed by screams of anguish and pain as each strike of the whip ripped into her back.

He paused for a moment to look over his masterpiece which he began to create right before him. He said nothing to her, just listening to her, a mixture of emotions He was sure she was feeling. He would not give in however and once more his hand lifted upwards and with a swirl of his wrist and the snap of the whip, a loud CRACK would be heard echoing off of the walls followed by his voice “NINE…” he counted out the strike.

He then paused once more letting her content with the pain which rushed through her from each and every strike. The burning of her skin as sweat would cling to her flesh and into the bruised and marks which now were written over her skin. He smirked some and lifted his hand for the final time, putting everything into the strike as the whip danced through the air swinging forward and would strike hard into her back.

“TEN”, he echoed off before stepping back and coiling up the whip. He would stand there watching you quietly once more before turning heading back to that curtain to disappear under, tossing the whip which once more was coiled by his hands onto the desk.

As he disappeared into the shadows once more, his voice would call out to you…

“Think about this, we will start again in just a moment”, signaling that this was not the end, and there was much more to come….

till then….