Dominus (Book I: parts 1-3)

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX

"Oh show/Tell me I'm the only one/Like I didn't know/Oh show/Tell me you're the one that I can call/Even if you choke/Mmmmmh, Papi pacify/Pacify our love/Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh, won't you clarify/Clarify it hurts/Mmmmmh, Papi pacify/Pacify our love, our love, love/Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh, won't you clarify/Clarify it hurts/Papi pacify/Papi Pacify/Oh show/Make me everything you want/Never tell me no/(I'll try)/Whisper you're the one to fix it too/Even if you won't" — FKA twigs 'Papi Pacify' 

 The Man from Portugal's area of expertise is pain, rather, how to make pain sexually gratifying. He is unforgiving in his methods and unrelenting in his disbursement of abuse. With this understanding it should be of no great surprise that he is proficient in the use of the hand crafted whips that he makes in his shop. He lets the whip fly with a simple flick of his wrist. It cuts through the air and snaps against Jennifer's bare ass cheek. The sting brings her out of her trance with a jolt. The pain was not immediate. After all, how often is one susceptible to a bull whip tearing through their flesh? It takes a second for the sensation of pain to be carried by the nerves from the soft skin of her round cheeks, another second for the neurons to fire and deliver the message and for the excruciating pain to register in her brain. When the sensors finally fire, deliver the message and register in the brain, the pain scorches through her entire body. She lets out a wail from the pit of her stomach and frantically pulls back on the chains that are bolted to the post, that render her immobile.

 "There is nowhere to run, my sweet. Just know it is here, like a venomous snake ready to strike," speaking about the viperous whip.

 The ball gag muffles her scream. He lands another crushing blow to Jennifer's reddening buttocks. That last blow brought her back and this current blow makes her wish she could crawl back down the rabbit hole.

 "Ah. There you are." Her breathing is stifled. She is a blubbering, slobbering mess. "Calm yourself. I'm going to remove the gag, but you cannot scream. Do you understand?" She desperately shakes her head to show she understands. "Welcome back."

 "What are you doing to me?"

 "You're second lesson."

 "Where's Chloe? I want to see her!"

 "Unfortunately, what you want is of little importance to me. I am going to give you what it is you need." He folds the whip like a belt and slaps her across her ass, this time not hard. She lets out a small whimper. "Do you agree that pleasure can be derived from pain, or no?"

 "Maybe, I guess. I don't know?"

 "I see. Well, the answer is yes." He says this as he moves to a table just outside her line of vision. "Sadism is about control, not about delivering pain. It is not about humiliation, it is about perseverance. It is the manipulation of a blend of fear and anticipation and our responses to both. Pain is inevitable, suffering is a choice. Pleasure is the Principle. This is what a pure sadist understands." He lifts the bag that Chloe brought and drops it on the table with a thud. He unzips the bag slowly and deliberately so she can hear the sound of the zipper.

 She manages to keep her head up, still seething with pain, and is only barely able to squeak out, "What are you doing?"

 "You slowly increase the pain resulting in increased arousal. The thing you must master is what I call the plateau. Everyone has one. Pain is a journey up a mountain. You climb slowly, steadily. The higher you go, the greater anticipation there is to get to the apex."

 Her anxiousness begins to increase. She doesn't believe that he will do anything that Chloe is not okay with; she just needs to see her. She needs to know she is there. She tries calling out to her. "Chloe! Chloe!" The only response she gets is the echo of her own voice calling back to her.