Blood Stained Collar BOOK 2 of The Collar Series #Wattys2017 ( BDSM )

Chapter 1

"Harder, hit harder .... I want to bleed!" Cirrus shouted as the whip stung his flesh.

The hiss of the whip as it flew through the air, singing a song of pain unleashed, slashed across Cirrus's back again and again, but he still begged for more.

"Damn you bitch, hit like you hate me!" Cirrus cursed the Switch wielding the whip.

Laura who had been a Submissive, and then trained up to be a Dominatrix, preferred to switch between them as and when the mood took her. She stepped back as the Master took the whip from her hand in mid swing and sliced it into Cirrus's back.

The tearing sound it made as it sliced through his flesh made Laura want to wretch. The Master nodded and she gratefully left the room, but not before hearing a blood curdling scream coming from the depths of Cirrus's throat as the whip cut into his flesh again.

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Cirrus lay on his stomach on the Master's bed as his welts were being bathed.

"Cirrus you can't keep subjecting yourself to this torture. No amount of abuse or whipping is going to bring Melanie back." Sheena spoke softly as she poured healing ointment over his broken skin.

"I want her back.... I need her back in my life... She is my reason for living." Cirrus spoke amidst wincing, each time Sheena touched one of the welts.

"Cirrus, you can't make her come back if she doesn't want to. This life you have chosen is not for her and if you need her and want her back in your life, you will have to give up all of this." Sheena said as she purposefully dabbed at one of the deep cuts in his back a little harder.

"Dammit Sheena, take it easy." Cirrus scolded.

Sheena stood up. "Right you're all done. Cirrus you've got to stop doing this to yourself."

"I will, if you just tell me where she went. Please Sheena."

"I honestly don't know."

"You took her to the airport."

"Who told you that?"

"I was looking for you and one of your friends told me you had taken the day off to take a friend to the airport."

"And you just presumed it was Melanie."

Cirrus nodded.

"Cirrus I'm not getting into this with you now or ever. Just drop it will you." Sheena reached for the door handle and yanking it down, she turned back to look at Cirrus once more before walking out.

Dante caught her arm as she rushed passed him. "My Pet, what's wrong."

"It's Cirrus. He has a death wish since Melanie left."

"Hush Pet, I would never flog him to death." Dante winked at her.

"Dante, it's no laughing matter. In the mood he is in, he will stop using his safe word and let you flog until he bleeds to death or passes out."

"You know this for sure?"

"No, but it's just how I feel. Call it women's intuition."

"Sheena, my Pet, if you are that concerned I will have a word with him."

Sheena bowed her head gratefully. "Thank you Master."

"Aahh, Sheena, you always know how to make me bend to your will with just your words."

Dante knew she was smiling even though her head was still bowed. "Come my Pet, it's time we went and played." He lifted her chin and planted a kiss on the end of her nose.

Sheena followed him obediently to their playroom.

Inside their playroom she quickly stripped out of her clothing and offered him her wrists. He cuffed them and led her to the St Andrew's cross where he secured her wrists and ankles before blindfolding her. He pressed his lips to hers, biting her bottom lip hard and squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

As she felt the sharp sting of the paddle on her inner thigh she breathed deeply and counted from ten backwards and blocked everything out of her mind. Slowly she visualised herself sinking into a pile of feathers. Deeper and deeper she sank into her sub space, giving her Master the satisfaction he craved, knowing full well that when his thirst for dominance was quenched he would make passionate love to her in such a way that sent her mind reeling and her senses exploding.