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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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My heart was in my throat pounding away, and yet deep within I felt I was filled by a calm like I had never experienced before.
I was secure…
Yes, that was why.
I was about to be hurt, physically.
I was going to experience pain… much more pain than the sensation I got from the hook that was pulling on the flesh of my anus as I stood up.
But I felt safe. I wanted this, I craved this. I needed her to control me.
I needed her.
And she knew it.
She enjoyed it even.
“- A bit wobbly” She noticed I had begun to sway… my poor balance didn’t make this any easier.
“Step over to me, carefully” She called me towards her.
I took a few awkward steps; the metal pulling on my insides and I was in real danger of toppling over.
She saw it and was next to me within a heartbeat; directing me over to the cross.
“Lean back” she told me and gently pushed me against the contraption before I even had time to react and obey.
The padded leathery surface welcomed me.
The cross was slanted at a slight angle; just enough to stop me from falling.
The faux leather created friction, helping as well to keep me in place.
She licked her lips as I stood there before she knelt down and locked the black leather cuffs that were built into the cross around my ankles; opening my legs.
The knots behind my back might have been a rusty part of her repertoire; but securing the cuffs was second nature to her.
“How’s that?” she straightened up and admired my position.
Savouring her work…
I once again tried to set my shoulders into a more comfortable position and sighed at the sensation of the hook that moved once again.
“Good, thank you Miss A.” I kept my eyes on hers; trying to control my breath.
“Now it’s time to make you squirm, don’t you think?” she smiled a little too wide.
That dangerous, playful glimmer in her eyes had returned.
As she walked over to her instruments to make her selection my chest began to heave and fall rapidly with my breathing, even this made the ropes pull on the metal.
She was just out of my eyesight, allowing for my curious mind to wander.
I tried to stall my breath…
‘One breath… hold… one more… no… ah…’.
She knew what she did…
She came back in view holding a black roller in her delicate hand; the roller being something that looked like it might have belonged in a medieval kitchen; but covered with long thin spikes protruding from the roll.
I chewed my lip as she carelessly placed it on the small table next to the cross.
Now I had to physically remind myself to continue to breathe, for fear of passing out…
“The perfect tool for a body as sensitive as yours” there was a danger in her tone of voice.
She walked up to me; standing just an inch from my body and I held my breath.
My wide eyes looking at her; desperately trying to read her mood… to guess the next move. To get any clue from her.
But it was an impossible game to play with her. I had lost on beforehand.
She suddenly grabbed my whole right breast hard, in a crushing grip.
I gasped jumped shocked, as if I had been electrified; this movement pulling harshly on the implement inside. The sensation made me gasp again.
The beauty of this form of restriction…
Her thumb pressed hard into my nipple that was erecting under her touch; but she continued to keep it pressed down.
I heaved for air hoping to be relieved soon; but the harder she pushed.
I felt the pounding start, dull at first and my head bowed to look at the sight. She pushed her red nail into the delicate skin and my teeth dug even harder into my bottom lip.
“Don’t bite your lip” she snapped. Her thumb never easing.
My teeth let go instantly.
When she finally let go I felt as if my body melted.
I stretched; having forgotten about the rigid thing impaling my anal cavity and I yelped.
She put her thumb to her lip, flicking her tongue over it.
“We can’t have you bite your pretty lip to pieces”
Her thumb brushed softly over my bottom lip.
I leaned forward, trying to kiss it; drawn to her.
She walked back to her collection of instruments and returned with a red gag ball. My eyes widened in a cold fear. The warmth her thumb on my lip had created left my body instantly.
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