Master brought me to stand and watch Kitten being tortured. She was inside the hanging chain cage – well, part of her was. Her arms were above her head cuffed to the top of the cage. The cage's chain hung a bit away from the front of her body, but it had been raised in the back to sit on her rear. She was slightly bent at the waist with her legs spread wide by a bar cuffed at her ankles.
A fox fur paddle was being applied to her rear. Alternating between the leather side and the fur side; with each swat of the paddle, the Master welding it had Kitten jumping back and forth from pleasure to pain. As the leather side hit she would bounce forward catching the clothespins on the chain cage. Her cries for him to stop went unheeded. As the fur sidestroked she purred.
I watched Master made eye contact with her. If she needed her safe word, now was the time to say so. Instead of a word, a serene smile crossed her face. Master nodded and we moved around to look at her ever-growing redder ass. Each and every swat precisely placed to cover her ass in a growing pattern of shades of red.
The notes between her legs were sopping wet and the little balls were clanking away like the pendulum set I had as a child. One ball into the other finishing with a wide arc on either end. The Master had it timed that the ball would hit, then the leather paddle, then the fur. It was poetry in motion to see her played this way.
Master began removing the notes from Kitten’s body, reading some, laughing at most. "Baby, Zack sends his love. Here's Stan’s; "tie the knots and may your flogger always fly high". As each note was removed from various parts of her body, Kitten moaned, and each one that past her lips sent tingles up my spine.
I almost jumped out of my skin when Master turned on the beebees. He had his arm draped around my waist, but I was away from his body.
The bee bees went on high and my knees buckled. He was holding me up by my underarms. "Baby open your eyes." They flew open and I found us in the middle of the room. I strained to focus on those around us when I heard him say, "Cum for us, Baby."
All eyes were focused on us as I melted there in the middle of the floor. I was molten lust oozing with sensation, rocked to the core as the nerves pushed electrically charged impulses through me. The feelings ripping through my body seem to go on and on from my head to my toes. When they began to slow Master pulled me back against him and crossed his arms over my stomach.
He kissed the side of my neck as I finished. The room erupted in applause. I blinking and scanned the crowd. Smiles were on all the faces as well as on mine.
Master cleared his throat and said, "Friends it's time for us to leave you. We'd like to thank you all for coming. Bergenia, we'd especially like to thank you for bringing us together and letting us share our joy with you."
He escorted me to the van. I looked back out the window as the Academy faded from my view, then over to Master – my Master, my future. Easing back into the seat I closed my eyes and pondered what that meant. With Master, that could be any number of things.