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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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“One” I gasped. Surprised.
The new feeling she exposed me to was sending shivers through my entire body from the roots of my hair to my toes.
The next followed shortly after.
It felt like tiny yet sharp and hot bolts of lightning rushing through my system from every point on my skin the leather touched.
The hits were fast, sharp and hard; concentrating on my stomach.
She was very focussed on her task, clinical even in her approach with me.
She barely offered me time to groan the number we had reached before the next one came; she picked up pace but it was controlled.
The 15^th was across my chest; agitating the nipple clamps as well and it made my body buck at the sudden rush.
The mix of sensations was overwhelming… it was almost too much.
My nipples were sore from the clamps having been attached for so long and it made them so sensitive.
It was arousing…
“Fifteen!” I finally moaned a good minute after.
I struggled to find myself… my head was spinning.
It was an amazing feeling… it did not feel like pain at all. It was a high… a high that pulsed and throbbed through me and I was flying.
“Good girl” she winked at me.
Her face was still maintaining the dominatrix façade. The ice cold exterior…
The woman who had the power to do anything to me; and I wanted her to.
She put the flogger back exactly where she found it. Keeping a meticulous order; the only chaos in here happened right under the top layer of my skin and right through to my very core.
I gasped for my breath; tried desperately to make my body stay still while she pondered on her next choice of implement.
My skin was crawling.
It felt like it was on fire in one split second and the next it felt cold, only for the burning to return.
It was a wash of chemicals straight to my brain. And yes, I was addicted. I was hooked.
“Give me another number, sweetie” she still had her back to me trying to pick her ‘weapon’.
“17” I felt brave… I needed it. I was craving it. I had no idea what was coming, but I wanted more.
“Such a good masochist you are” She smirked, chuckling to herself.
For the 17 lashes, her choice fell on an old friend.
I licked my lips as she turned around and I saw it firmly attached to her hand.
My hands balled and I stretched uncomfortably.
I don’t think I was scared; I knew very well how she hurt me last time she used the riding crop on me… but right at this moment I just wanted to fly again… I wanted to soar.
I was forced to put my full trust in her; to submit to my needs.
I wanted to be like the man I had watched on the cross; the very cross I was looking at.
She walked over to the switch and lowered the chain just a little; for a second I thought she was taking me out of the position. I wasn’t ready yet…
“Spread your legs wide” I could barely recognise her voice.
She had changed a bit since we entered this room… the room had dressed her in a slightly different mask. This was the truly professional dominatrix; Mistress A.
I stepped apart as far as I could and still maintain a bit of balance…
“Don’t close them, fight it” she stood in front of me and assessed my positon.
“Hmm” her teeth bit into her red lip; she wasn’t too pleased I could tell from the look on her pale face.
She wasn’t even blushing.
She put the riding crop between my legs and just for a second allowed me to feel it slide teasingly over my sex.
“Wider” she swatted my thighs lightly and I stepped further apart; losing my precious balance.
“Perfect. Don’t forget to count now!”.
I was glaring at her, trying to prepare myself for this, mentally more than physically…
Fear was starting to take hold of me; I felt the pure adrenaline surge through me.
I could remember how the last time had felt like an actual attack.
“Don’t hold anything back” was the last thing she told me before she started.
The first actual hit of the crop was right on my moist; and due to the position she had moved me into; open sex.
“Ah! One!” It was a shocked, high pitch that came from my throat. The muscles in my thighs were cramping… wanting to close instinctively.
The second was on my vulva. My thighs strained even more. I wanted to buck… I wanted to move.
“T-two” I felt how my sex was going into a small but heavenly spasm…
The small but forceful hits travelled up the front of my body in a straight line to between my breasts. Two hits were issued to each breast. First on the skin on them and then right on the nipple clamp.
The shrill tone and the breathlessness of my counting gave me away but this time she wasn’t punishing me for my reactions. She just continued her task at hand. Me.
She let me wait for the 17^th… allowed me time to ponder where it would fall next… where I wanted it to. Just the simple thought process added to the intense high I was feeling.
My mind had been lost; my insides were cramping and I felt how my clit was throbbing for attention.
“Do you want me to make you come?”. This was when she made me realize what this high actually was… an orgasm building.
The crop swatted my clit hard and I jumped.
“Please, Miss A. Please!” I cried to her; my body moved out of control.
“You’re not done counting…” she was cold. So cruelly cold.
“seventeen!!” I whimpered.
What had she done to me? How did she…
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