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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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“You can get up now” She told me, but it sounded so far away to me I could barely hear it. I couldn’t make my muscles cooperate.
“Mira?” her neck snapped around and she looked straight at me; reacting to the silence that came from me.
I was shivering hard; my hands balling into fists.
She walked over to me and helped me to my feet; looking carefully at me. I gave her my bravest smile… what the hell was going on with me? Why had he made me feel so sick?
I was yelling at myself internally to get it together; snap out of it!!
“You did good” Miss A. wrapped her arms around me. I could not hold back my sniffle.
“I think I need to handle this…” she looked into my eyes; holding me at an arms-length. Her eyes hinting at what I already knew.
I nodded. It was the only thing that could take my mind off of the feelings that were bubbling under my skin.
“Come” she whispered and she led me on…
…
I was in the room I had only seen on the screens; the room with the crosses, poles and what not.
I was taking it all in and I did feel how my mouth fell open despite the numbness that had filled my veins.
It was a whole other thing actually being in there… the ‘furniture’ and the tables and racks of implements…
The smell even; a mix of scented oils and disinfectant.
“One day I’m going to give you a proper tour” she interrupted my staring at the table of weird and medieval looking torture devices. I recognized the male chastity belt; a sort of cage to hold his erection down… that could not be nice!
She was behind me unzipping the dress slowly and helped me out of it; I wasn’t moving a muscle still and I couldn’t speak yet.
She pulled my panties down too and there I stood… the dress and undergarments pooling at my feet.
“Step” she instructed me and I stumbled out of the clothes. She then stripped me off the heels and put my clothes away safely; folded neatly.
“This is not a punishment, I hope you understand that” she fondled my cheek.
“You were a very good girl today” she gave the nipple clamps I was still wearing a gentle flick.
“Try to remember our talk earlier about crying out”.
She took hold of the plastic strips and attached it to a hook hanging from the ceiling.
“This isn’t going to be pleasant on your shoulder. Remember to use your safe word, please. Sweetie? Promise me?” Her eyes were intense as she looked into mine.
“I promise” I was breathless.
She flicked a switch by the wall that could well have been mistaken for a light switch and a mechanism was pulling the chain the hook was attached to towards the ceiling. She stopped it when my feet were halfway lifted from the floor.
“Give me a number between one and 20” she walked back towards me; her heels sounded so loud again…
How did she always manage to have that effect?
“15” I gasped.
I was trying to adjust to the feeling of being hoisted up like that; the muscles and joints in my shoulders were complaining, throbbing dully.
I wasn’t sure why I picked that exact number; or what that number would have of consequences. It just sprang from my lips…

Would I regret it?
She walked past me towards the table of implements. She pondered visibly. Teasing me… running her delicate fingers over certain objects; fondling them and then changing her mind.
I was craning my neck to see what I had in store.
She finally grabbed an implement, a staff with several long strands of leather; knotted at the end.
A sort of whip I suppose.
“This is a flogger” She held it up for me to see. Fanning out the strands.
“I will give you 15 lashes, and then we rest” she smiled at me and I chewed my lip. Nodding… agreeing.
“A flogger can be used softly…” she walked over to me and gently let the leather touch my skin; running from my chest down and I shuddered.
It was a delicate feeling; my skin was sensitive already. I was alert to the coming ‘assault’ and the gentle move was… chilling.
My body bucked and I lost my balance and had to try to regain control of my position.
“But that’s not what we need today, is it?” she looked into my eyes and I shook my head. My voice was gone.
“I need you to count for me, can you do that sweetie?”
Her face changed. She turned into the dominatrix. The cruel woman…
Not long after she held out her arm and got strength behind the first actual hit.
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