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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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I looked down, curiously seeing how her pulling the chain towards her stretched the delicate and sensitive skin of my nipple, making it almost see-through; I gasped for my breath and actually wondered if she could rip the skin right off if she kept going.
She probably could if she wanted to, or I pissed her off enough…
“Your small size does make you so much more sensitive…” she slacked the chain and I took a gulp of air in, relaxing while I could.
“I took the chance to attach them while you were still sedated. It saved me the bother of you squealing and bucking” she took a few steps closer to me and I locked eyes with her.
“But I’ll make up for that later…”. She licked her blood red lips.
Oh, I didn’t doubt it…
Her hand suddenly grabbed my breast and I cried out. I was expecting her to hurt me… but she just held it softly; carefully fondling the skin and weighed it in her hand. It made me moan; I tried to but I couldn’t hold it back.
My body always responded to her touch; whether I liked it or not.
“Do you see what I mean? You don’t scream from pain, Mira. You scream with fear” she gave the clamp on the nipple a flick and I gasped; biting into my lip.
“Pain keeps you quiet” She voiced what she had just demonstrated.
“You have to learn to control your fear and allow yourself to give in” her face was close to mine and I nodded; feeling her breath on my skin.
She yanked on the chain again and I yelped.
She laughed at me… she had not yanked enough for it to move the clamps at all.
She continued to prove how right she was about me.
How right she had been all along…
“It’s time for breakfast… I should drag you down there like this” she tugged on the chain and I sighed as it gave me a jolt of pain.
I was slowly learning…
“Like the little slave girl you are” she winked; giving me a smirk.
I really was her slave…
“Sadly Kate isn’t too keen on me having a live-in, especially not after our little show yesterday. So we will have to be a bit more discreet than that… but not to fear!” She roughly removed the clamps and I bit my lip hard; absorbing the pain as my poor nipples now throbbed angrily.
The blood was rushing back into them and my eyes widened at the sensation.
“Good, isn’t it?” She sighed; admiring the sight…
I shuddered. My fingers twitched; reminding me once again that she had my hands under her control.
“I bought these recently” She placed the clamps on the dresser and came back with a much smaller pair.
“I’m afraid they are a bit too kind, but I’ll allow you be the judge of that when I take them off you tonight”
In her hand she held two small metal rings that looked like they would fit snugly around my nipple and a split bar went through them.
She placed one of them on my thigh
“Sit still” She winked at me and held the other one up for me to see.
“This is a magnetic nipple clamp” she pulled at either side of the bars pulling them apart slowly before she let go and they clicked back together; fast and with a loud ‘Click!’. It made me jump and the one she left on my thigh slipped and landed between my legs.
“Sorry Miss A.!” I said obediently.
She told me to sit still and I hadn’t managed that.
“Well, I was going to put them on you gently… but this will be a lot more fun!” She chuckled. She really enjoyed toying with me.
“Deep breath” She winked and pulled the bars apart. She slid it onto my already sore nipple.
I drew a deep breath and held it. She let go of the bars and they snapped right back into my skin.
“AH!” My eyes were wide and I jumped as if I had been shocked.
“You earned it, sweetie” she gave the metal now attached to me a flick.
“One left…” she reached between my legs and retrieved the last one.
“Deep breath…”
I was now wearing both… my nipples throbbing and the metal digging into my skin; I was trying to find myself and a normal breathing pattern.
“Let’s get you dressed” she heaved a sigh and from the dresser she came back with a pair of black panties that she helped me into.
“At least I’m sure I get to decide what we put on that neat little body of yours” She pulled on the strip ties to emphasise what she meant.
She ordered me to stand up and helped me into a floor-length burgundy dress; strapless of course. Then she held onto me as I stepped into the black heels.
How in the world was I supposed to strut around in those with my hands tied like that?
I could see myself ending up with a bloodied nose; or even worse: breaking my neck tumbling down the stairs!
“It’s a shame Kate gets so emotional sometimes… but oh well, this isn’t a bad look on you” Miss A. sighed disapprovingly. She made me do a turn.
She helped me all the way down to the dining room; holding my arm tightly. My bruises were fading already but she managed to push into some of them; giving me a dull throbbing sensation.
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