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Whipped	By : This_is_The_Phantom_Lady Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This contains major triggers for people with issues with self-harm. I do not own or profit on any official BBC Sherlock characters or any other part of BBC Sherlock.

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“Where did you get those!?” a high pitched voice startled me and I almost tripped. My own disturbing thoughts disturbed.
I gawked at the young woman in front of me, apparently a salesperson.
“The shoes?” I could hardly find my voice. It was my most qualified guess to what could cause a shriek like that.
“The newest Louboutin! Sorry… I’m a bit obsessed with those” she blushed, fumbling.
Women and shoes… even I could appreciate them.
“It was a present from my employer” I blushed as well and looked down at the black heels adorning my feet.
“You must have done a fine job!” she seemed to physically attempt to close her mouth.
“How can I help you, Miss?” she finally remembered her professionalism.
“I’m just doing some retail therapy…” I remembered the cab drivers wise words. She grinned at me; an understanding between us. Woman to woman.
“I’ve got just the thing!” she gave me a wink and ran off.
She returned with a pink dress; it was gorgeous honestly. It was so me in a way…
“Changing room’s this way. You’ll look lush in it!” she pointed me in the right direction.
She hung the dress and closed the curtain. I was alone with my mortal enemy… a full body mirror.
I slipped the trench coat off and then started working on getting the blue dress off. It was clinging so much to my skin I struggled.
“Everything okay in there?” Her perky voice cut through.
“Sure” I groaned. The dress was barely budging.
“I’ll give you a hand with… that…” she was in the room with me and unzipped the dress and helped peel it off me. I winched and her eyes were wide. She swallowed uncomfortably.
“You really do need retail therapy, love”. She froze. She was looking at my bruised body in the mirror. I chewed my lip.
“I’m fine” I caught her eyes in the mirror. I reached for the pink dress and she handed it to me. I quickly stepped into it… wanting to cover up the marks for her sake.
Her hands were shivering as she zipped it up in the back.
She was scared of touching me.
“It’s not my place, love… but… if someone did that to you, you need to get away from him”.
I did a few poses in the dress, trying to take attention away from the subject.
“I should wear pink more” I beamed. Completely ignoring her concern. “You’ve got a keen eye” I purposely praised her.
The gentle straps sat just right on my collarbones and the sweetheart neckline wasn’t what I would have picked but I had to shamefully admit it actually gave the illusion of a bust to be proud of.
The length of the dress, stopping just under my knees helped my legs look less ‘stupid’ as I liked to call them…
She really was good!
I looked… beautiful? Despite the marks of course… but they would fade.
“Thank you…” she was still uncomfortable. I just smiled
“I’ll take this, any chance I could keep it on home?” I turned to face her. She nodded.
She was suddenly very quiet as she went on with the sale of the dress. I handed her the money in cash and walked away with Miss A.’s dress in a shopping bag; the pink dress under the trench coat…

…

I hauled another cab and came back to her house.
There I went to my room and folded up her dress and left it on the dresser. I wanted her to see my purchase, and in a way I knew I was disobeying an indirect order.
I needed her to punish me… I was just too proud to ask for it.
To fill the silence before dinner I turned on the TV under the painting and sat carefully on the bed; absorbing the programmes. Trying to process the mess of a day I had.

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Dinner time I was at the table before her; waiting obediently in my seat. The door to the dining room closed firmly behind her, I took a gulp of air.
“Stand up” her voice was cold as ice. Oh shit. The dress!
“Turn around and face me” I had barely gotten on my feet. My bottom lip was trembling.
“Take that thing off!” she snapped. My heart stopped in my chest.
I was scared stiff!
I removed the dress slowly, feeling how dry my mouth had become all of a sudden.
“Sit!” She ordered as soon as the dress was off and I was folding it. She took it from me and briskly hung it over the back of a chair.
I sat at the table in panties, a bra and the heels; swallowing nervously. Watching her silky dark green closely. She had a dress for every occasion it seemed… I would be happy to wear any of her tight dresses right now.
“Sorry Miss A.” I tried to look brave. “I just wanted to show you what I bought… Sorry!” Okay… forget brave. I was crumbling.
She wasn’t even responding.
Kate stopped dead in her tracks when she came in with dinner. Her repulsion towards me was so vivid.
She refused to offer me a glance after that, giving Miss A. her full attention.
Was she… jealous?
The lamb was eaten in painful silence. I struggled keeping each bite down, but every time I was about to put the fork down she shot me one of her warning looks. I was already in enough trouble…
I was swallowing the last bite, feeling the muscles in my chest contract.
“Go to your room. Remove your undergarments and put them neatly on the dresser, place the shoes in front of it; the soles facing away from the dresser. Lie on your stomach. Hands and arms outstretched and don’t you dare move!”
She glared at me. I nodded; I took a few moments to reply. My voice was playing hide and seek.
“Yes Miss A.”
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