Master and Doll

Whips

Doll's POV:

Doll's POV: I wiggled around on my pillow for a moment before the familiar sound of Master's feet tapping on the floor caught my attention. 

"Good evening, Doll," he greats.

"Good evening Master," I respond slowly.
"Today we will be working with whips, color?"
"Green," I breathe, trying not to think of the last time a whip was used on my body.

"Good, please go and lay on the table however you see fit." I slowly stand and make my way to the table in the center of the room. I release a shaky breath before climbing on top of it, suppressing a shiver as the cold medal makes contact with my flesh. I lay flat on my stomach and wait for my Master to approach.

"Kitten, I will be using the flogger today, color?"
"Green," I reply, tensing slightly as I wait for the first hit, which lands on my left thigh. I moan out and a few more landed on my thighs, slowly making their way up to my ass. I whimpered as the flogger licked at my left cheek, pleasure coursing through me at the feel. Who would've thought whipping could feel good. I lifted myself up on my knees, presenting my ass to my Master, wiggling it slightly to grab his attention.

"So needy, Doll," he rumbles as the whip flicks across my ass again. I groan and drop my head onto my crossed arms. "Master, more, please," I beg, earning five brisk hits in a row. I can feel my ass as it sets on fire, but I'm happy to feel it. Master always knew what I needed.