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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 was nervous as the car doors shut. Mostly because I feared I would ruin the posh and clean interior.
Even worse… what if some of my dirt and grime rubbed onto her? That seemed like a great sin in itself.
A sudden panic spread through my system me as I felt trapped in the car, felt the sides narrow in on me… where was she taking me? I stalled the panic as she got in herself and the car took off carrying me away.

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She led me into her home where I was greeted by the maid who took my coat from me. I looked at the young woman as she removed it from my shoulders and took it away with her… my friend and my dinner was in there!
Would I get it back? Would…
My eyes were wide with fear suddenly; taking me completely by surprise.
“Don’t worry, she isn’t stealing your precious belongings” the woman told me; scolding me almost.
She led me to the bathroom and I felt like my jaw had dropped off of its hinges looking at her beautiful home. I had almost forgotten what it was like being in places like that. To be honest; what it felt like being inside a house at all.
“Take your time, I’ll find you something clean to wear while the maid washes your clothes” she went into the bathroom with me and with a gesture she told me to undress.
I knew she was a woman and so was I but I had never felt comfortable being naked, least of all in front of someone else.
I felt her eyes on me the entire time and I didn’t linger before I got into the shower; away from her prying eyes.
I sighed as the warm water hit me; washing off the grease. I knew the water running down the drain was disturbingly black but at least it was no longer sticking to me. The poor maid would have a tough job cleaning the shower when I was through.
I emerged feeling like a new woman. No, to be honest I finally felt like a woman again.
I smelled like hyacinths and after borrowing her hairdryer my hair was almost back to its old magnificence.
The woman had taken my clothes away and I was forced to wrap a towel around my naked body. I felt the soft; clean cotton against my skin and I felt how each step I took was different than before… I could keep my head up.
“Come” She repeated the ‘order’ from the alley. She had been waiting outside the bathroom and she took me to her bedroom and I followed like a lost puppy. What else could I do?
She flung herself on the bed; one long leg over the other and leaned back. I tried my best not to stare at her but I felt a sudden flourish of emotions.
I always knew I liked women, too, but I had never felt so charged towards a person in my life. I bit my lip and snapped my mind out of it.
“Find yourself a dress” she pointed lazily to the open walk in closet. I took my eyes away from her and looked towards the collection of clothes. My eyes fell on a dark green dress and I grabbed it carefully.
“Excellent choice” She grinned “These belong to the maid” she pointed to the underwear lying next to her. “But you and her have the same size just about; you can have them. She won’t mind”.
“Thank you Miss…?” I said and came back with the dress and laid it on the bed carefully. She gave me a gesture and I immediately let the towel drop to the polished wooden floor.
“To you I am Miss A”. It sounded sharp and I just nodded. I reached for the underwear and got dressed in silence. Well aware of her eyes on my body. “Does it sting?” Her eyes were narrowing in on the fresh band aid I had found.
“Of course” I shrugged nervously and slipped into the green silk. She rose from the bed; her heels clicking when she walked behind me and zipped up the dress. She caught my skin and my teeth sunk into my bottom lip. I was biting back the pain and she finished zipping me up. The dress was a tight fit but I could bear it as long as I didn’t have to breathe too hard. There was no running or breakdancing in this thing.
“What is your name?” she walked in front of me; again she seemed to be studying my face. My teeth slowly, reluctantly, let go of my lip.
“Mira” It took me a moment to remember my alias. I hadn’t used my birth name since I crossed the water and yet I was about to tell her that instead.
“You are a masochist, aren’t you?” she took me aback and I almost lost my footing. I gasped for air; feeling the dress constrict against my ribs.
“You see Mira, I have a proposition for you” Her steely blue eyes looked straight through mine and all words failed me.
“You need pain, don’t you?” her hands grabbed my arm harshly; her thumb pressing into my bandaged fresh cut. I felt every hair on my body stand. Why was she so right about me.
“And I need…” she took a deep breath and it made me breathe with her; I didn’t move away from her grip even if the pain only got worse for every second her pale thumb kept the pressure. “I need a guinea pig”.
“Yes Miss” I heard myself answer her. It even sounded like someone else’s voice coming from me.
Her reply was a wink… and then her phone chimed and she practically pushed me out of her bedroom. Her face changed the second she checked the caller ID. She looked as if fire could come from those blue eyes any second.
And there I stood; left to think about what I apparently had agreed to.
Was she a dominatrix? Oh of course she was.
And I was her… guinea pig? What did that imply? Was she going to test her new whips on me?
Oh well… there were worse things in the world and it sure was warm in here… right?
Just as my thoughts were about to spiral out of control a soft cough stopped me. I turned my face and found the maid who wordlessly lead me to the dining room and assigned me a seat.
“She’ll be handling a client, could take a while”. The young woman poured me a tall glass of water. There was something harsh about her behaviour I felt; she was trying to hide it but I felt it…
Did I still smell? Maybe that was it… I felt like needed a million showers.
“Thanks for the food” I beamed at her; remembering my polite self. I inhaled the hot food on the plate in front of me… my fingers where shivering slightly as I cut into the steak and a sigh escaped my lips.
The meat melted in my mouth and as soon as the maid left I wolfed down the entire meal to satisfy the hunger. I had to physically stop myself from licking the plate clean.
What had I done to deserve this? I had been happy for yet another apple… but this was gourmet cooking.
My mind loved the silence… it could run as free as it wanted to and nothing could be done to stop it.
This came at a price. Life had taught me that nothing came easy and very, very few things were free. I sucked my lip into my mouth and found myself wondering what a whip hitting naked skin felt like. Was it worse than a strong hand?
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