We decided to play at his place; he has a basement that’s full of his torture toys and there’s a nice open spot in the middle of the room. It would be perfect for him because he could kneel there while I went to town on him. I showed up in tight black latex pants and halter top, looking like a Mistress who was ready to discipline her favorite Pain Slut bitch while he was naked and semi-hard from excitement.

 He had faded bruises on his arms and stomach. His back only had light scars that would never go away.

I wanted to change that, I wanted to see bright red lines across his back with little drops of blood oozing from them. I grabbed the back of his head, yanking out hair and making him gasp as I pushed him to the floor. So I made him get down on all fours and I ran a hand over his back, feeling how tense his muscles were.

He wanted this but part of him feared the pain. I stood behind him and cracked the whip beside him, teasing him and laughing as he jumped. “Keep still,” I said quietly and brought the whip up before bringing it down hard. It landed across his back and my Pain Slut cried out as a thin red line started to show. I kicked his leg and told him to quit acting like a whiny bitch before whipping him again, doing it twice then giving him a break.

 The first line was darker now and stood out against his pale skin while two other lines started popping up.

He was breathing hard and after a minute I whipped him again, this time doing it hard and fast. I lost count of how many times I hit him but he could take it. He groaned and screamed as his back got redder and he was gasping loudly for breath.

 I stopped and walked to his front, pulling his hair back so he was looking up at me. His eyes were watery and he had tears running down his cheeks. “Do you want more?” I asked and he nodded, he could never get enough. My arm was starting to ache but I had a bit more to give so I got into position again and whipped him a few more times. His back was raw and each hit must have killed him as it landed on his broken skin.

     His back was a mess but I was so proud of him; he did great and didn’t use the safety word once. I dropped the whip to the ground and flexed my sore fingers as he slowly got to his feet while whimpering. He thanked me and I told him it was no problem, I’d abuse his ass whenever he wanted.