Candi struggled as he turned away, the sound of his voice the glint in his eyes. What was he going to do to her. She felt the strength of the bonds and finally settled back into position on the bed. He turned…she saw the many tailed flogger in his hand.

Candi tensed, arched, shifted, she wanted to scream no. She shut her eyes and waited for the pain…nothing, just the air moving over her naked flesh, the blood pounding in her abused nipple. She slowly opened her eyes. He dropped the soft tails of the whip onto her flesh gently and stroked her. The gentle strokes from her neck down, the across, the way the teased her flesh, her nipple, her inner thighs. She struggled moaning needing the touch between her thighs to be stronger, substantial not this air touch of fairy wings.