Seven Lashes in Subspace

Jessica had never felt this kind of pain. Not that she hadn’t felt pain before – she had. He had made sure of it in the months since he first found her. But this was new. She looked at the bright, burning line blossoming across her still-bobbling breasts. It was always new. He made sure of that.

Despite the pain, she smiled and thrust her chest out. Then she closed her eyes, took the first deep breath, and waited for the next lash to strike. New or not, the sensations were about to became something else, something better. It wouldn’t be until afterward, when he finally brought her back, that she’d see what beautiful surprises he had left for her to enjoy.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)