The Agreement  (m/f, s/m,cons.)

The Agreement

	I walk across the lobby of the hotel and ask the clerk for an envelope with my
name on it.  Sure enough, I can feel the outline of a room card inside of it
and as I tear it open, there's a room number scrawled on the inside.
  
	As the elevator rises to my floor, I'm thinking calm thoughts of what will
happen in the next few minutes. I'm hoping that she has followed my
instructions and isn't too afraid.
  
	The door lock clicks as I slide the card out and I open the door wide to cast
some light inside the darkened room and I can get my bearing.  I step inside
and close the door, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
 
	I step over to the bathroom, closing the door almost shut, leaving enough
space for my arm to slip in and turn the lights on, casting just enough light
inside the room so I can see the form lying on the bed.
  
	She has followed my instructions to the letter.  Nude, hands and legs fastened
to the bed, lying face down, spread-eagled, with a hood covering her head
completely so I can't tell anything about her.  
 
	The effect is perfect, so helpless and naked.  A slave waiting for her Master
to complete her punishment.
  
	I walk over and lightly run my hands across her soft body, feeling the
silkiness of her skin, watching the rise and fall of her ribs as her breath
rate increases, as she fully understands the position she's put herself in. 
   
	And wanting it!
  
	I take a moment to refasten all the restraints so she can't possibly move.  As
my eyes move around the room, I spot the whip over in the corner, leaning
against the wall.  I couldn't believe that she actually owned one of these. 
It's a buggy whip, shorter than I expected, a little over six feet.  I pick it
up and admire it's suppleness and flexibility.  I swish it around the room and
over her body. I see her tense in anticipation.
  
	But no, I lightly use the little round tip, to softly caress her skin, around
her ass and legs, causing a muffled giggle as it touches the soles of her feet.
 Slowly, I run it up her back and down again.
 
	I begin to flick it against the mattress, making light smacking sounds as I
get used to the heft and weight of it.  It's easier to control than I thought,
taking only a slight flick of the wrist to make it go where I want.
  
	Without warning, it lands on her pretty ass.  I hear a light yelp as it does,
then slowly and persistently, I continue, moving around her ass, legs and back,
gently and not very hard at first, then strong enough to hear a satisfying
smack when it lands, and the thin red mark that it leaves behind.

	I watch as she squirms and wriggles around trying in vain to escape the pain
she's beginning to feel, and finally, I'm bringing my arm back on every swing,
hearing the lovely swish as it moves through the air before striking the flesh
of my willing victim.
 
	It seems far too short a time for me and yet an eternity for her, but I stop
as I realize that her back, ass and thighs are a crisscross of welts and slight
cuts from my efforts.  She's had enough for this time.
  
	I sit on the edge of the bed and again run my hand across her skin. It feels
different this time, hot and feverish, even a few spots of blood, where I
gently dab it and make my mark, MK on her pretty fanny.
  
	I use the lotion on the night stand and gently rub it on her, feeling the
trembling of her body as it settles down from the high she had reached during
the whipping.

	Once she has settled down into a normal breathing rhythm, I stand up and reach
over to unfasten one of her wrists so she can free herself.
  
	Immediately the free hand grabs my arm and tugs at me. But we had made an
agreement and I gently pull loose.and move to the door.
  
	As I open it and glanced back, her free arm is underneath her as her hips buck
and squirm as her fingers dig at her crotch and seek her release.
 
	I smile and pull the door shut behind me.
  
  
	MasterKink  
	"The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."