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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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It was a desperate need, a pressure from within she had started.
I was so close to breaking but I needed more, just a little more… I needed something and only she could do it to me.
My eyes were wet as I looked at her.
She just stood still; putting a finger on her lip… prolonging my actual agony. She let me know with her actions she was pondering again…
Oh fuck…
“Are you sure you want to come?” Miss A. winked at me. The smile on her lips pissed me off.
She had full control of me. And I must say she exercised it with precision.
I was writhing, trembling and quaking… of course I wanted it! I needed it in fact… I was worried what would happen if I didn’t get my release.
Could something rupture in me?
How long could she drag this out?
“If I make you come…” she slowly went to put the riding crop away and grabbed a long stick with a ball on the other end. She turned it on and it started vibrating heavily and loudly. Just hearing the whirring of the device sent heavenly shivers through my spine.
My teeth dug hard into my lip… she was taking far too long. If only I could do something about this myself… but my hands were tied.
“As soon as you come I’ll use my whip on you” she grabbed a ‘real’ whip from the rack.
It looked exactly as I suspected a whip would look like… long, leather and black.
Holy hot hell. It was a bull whip…
It was bound to leave welts at best… most likely it would cut me open!
This wasn’t good.
An internal argument followed… I wanted to stop. This couldn’t happen… I was scared straight by the thought of being whipped.
‘Pink, pink, pink, pink…’ I was sobbing inside my own head. I wasn’t ready for this. I didn’t want this.
No matter how much pleasure and how I needed the release… it had to end here
“Do you consent?” she walked back towards me, closer… closer… the end of the leather whip was sliding across the floor as she had unbound it while I was pleading with myself.
One well-manicured hand was holding onto pure pleasure, the other one holding pure pain.
I wasn’t allowed one without the other…
“Yes. Please, Miss A.” The desperation between my legs took charge of my consciousness and logic.
Fuck.
She held me still with the same hand that was holding the butt of the whip as she pressed the whirring vibrator to my clit giving me just that push over the edge I needed.
Again it was a clinical approach to me… stone cold professional.
I was crying out in intense pleasure as my entire body seemed to orgasm.
I was writhing and tripping. My back arched and it made me swing from my restraints and she kept the amazing thing tightly pressed to my incredibly sensitive clit; her grip only tightening to keep me still as I lost control.
I was high on the pleasure. I forgot about everything else… the waves even continued as she removed the device.
It was a motion that just kept on giving…
“AAAAAAARGH!” I screamed as the whip cracked on my back.
I was brought back to consciousness with an intense bolt of lightning.
I felt my skin raise and throb immediately.
My hands were tearing at the strips.
My body panicked and I hissed, trying to absorb the pain but all it did was making me tremble. My teeth chattered loudly.
My body had been shocked.
I wailed desperately as the whip licked me a second time. This time just as forcefully. It felt as if it carved the skin right off of my back.
My eyes closed tightly; I was about to pass out… this was too intense for me. Even for me.
“Good girl” Miss A. cooed. It was distant to me even if I knew logically she was still in the room.
“You did so good”.
She lowered the hook and I couldn’t gain control of my feet so the lower the hook came I sank to the floor until I was kneeling.
I was twitching; the white hot pain just kept springing from where that devilish weapon had stricken me.
Where I had consented to allowing her to hurt me… Where I went against myself.
“Don’t move” She whispered to me.
Move? Nothing from my brain registered in my muscles. I felt paralyzed.
“I need to check the damage” she ran her hand lovingly over my jaw. My teeth were still chattering.
“I barely broke the skin. We’ll need to get some ice on it quickly though” She still seemed so business like.
And that hurt even more in a way.
She removed the nipple clamps, I could barely feel them anymore. The only thing I could feel was the welts on my back.
It was all hazy but I intermittently registered her taking me to the bathroom and carefully and tenderly scrubbed me down and then her putting me to bed with ice packs on my back…
Before she left she moved my hair out of my face and leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“Rest now, sweetie” she whispered “You did good.”
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