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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 squirming in my seat when she entered and still wringing my wrist; all these years later my body could still remember those skipping ropes digging into my skin vividly. Only digging deeper the more I struggled.
“I wasn’t aware you fought the shackles that hard” She remarked and my hand stopped instantly. I felt like I had been caught red handed.
“You should be more careful… those are my kindest restraints” she chuckled. I swallowed.
“It’s not from last night, Miss A.” I replied dryly. She gave me a warm smile.
“So did you like the little show?” She gestured with her head towards the screens. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth trying to come up with a suitable answer.
“It was interesting, Miss A.” Interesting? Understatement of the year.
She looked at me; right through me. She could always get a deeper meaning out of every word I said. Every little action told her exactly what she wanted to know.
“If you would like a proper bath I had Kate prepare the bathroom for you before she left” She changed the subject; I felt it was on purpose.
“Thank you Miss A.” I got on my naked feet. I wasn’t just thankful to be offered a chance to get clean… the subject change was very welcome… it always was with her.
“You didn’t touch any of the snacks I see… ‘Interesting’ doesn’t quite cover what you experienced does it?”.

My cheeks burned. I felt like a little girl who had been caught looting the cookie jar.
I nodded in reply. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Thankfully it was enough for her, for now.

…

She led me to another bathroom. This one equipped with a bathtub and after turning the faucet on for me while I undressed and folded my clothes neatly; she left me alone.
Somehow I expected to hear the lock of the door like she had done when she put me in the room with the screens. But she didn’t.
I let the water run and my eyes were scanning the bathroom, taking it all in. All white and chrome. A sterile feeling and scent… I liked that.
By the sink was placed a pink packet and a note on it in her neat handwriting ‘Mira’. I grabbed the box. Wax strips...
I bit into my lip.
I was a bit overgrown… back home I would always shave my legs and armpits but I had always stayed natural between my legs.
However something told me Miss A. wouldn’t be satisfied with that…
I turned the water off and decided to start with my legs. I was used to an epilator but I ended up getting the hang of the strips. I groaned as the hairs were ripped from my bruised skin… then my armpits… even more sensitive skin there…
I honestly didn’t want to touch my most private with the strips. I know it didn’t make sense… but this was a pain I really feared… always had feared.
I could feel her eyes on me and I put my left foot up on the edge of the bathtub and carefully placed the strip. I took a few breaths and I had to rip it. I groaned.
Okay… I had experienced worse. I was breathing much easier when I placed the next strip.
When I was finally hairless I climbed into the tub; allowing the warm water to bury my body.
I felt every muscle in my body relax.
I could get used to this… I really could.
In the water nothing hurt. I was weightless… it was amazing honestly.
I couldn’t stay there forever though; no matter how much I wanted to. I got up and dried myself.
After getting dressed I realized I had no idea where to go. I hadn’t been given instructions… so I switched the auto pilot on and went back to ‘my room’.

…

I sat on the bed but after a while I became restless. I started walking aimlessly around the room much liked a caged lion; nothing actually held me there but I felt as if the walls were closing in on me… right until a sound startled me; bringing me back to reality.
It was her voice but she was not in the room with me. I quickly realized it came through the baby alarm on the nightstand.
“Find the button on the side of the painting” She was speaking in riddles. What?
Following her instructions for lack of better I walked up to the painting and searching the sides of the frame I found a small switch and flicked it. The painting slid mechanically upwards revealing a TV screen.
I turned it on with a smile. I have to admit I had been a bit of a shameless TV addict in my previous life.
I found the science channel and climbed back onto the bed; absorbing my favourite subject: Astronomy!
The thought that there was something so infinitely enormous surrounding me made me feel so small… and I liked feeling small and insignificant. It made it easier to disappear.
I didn’t move a muscle until dinner was served.

…

Kate was back and came into the dining room with delicious baked salmon with vegetables and a white wine sauce. She barely looked at me.
I ate in silence. Our last shared meal hadn’t been a pleasant experience talk wise between Miss A and I. And honestly I was enjoying the food. Kate was a pro in the kitchen!
“How experienced are you with toys?”
Apparently normal conversations were impossible. I almost dropped my fork.
“Toys aren’t really my thing I guess… Miss A.” I answered; clearly uncomfortable. Fiddling nervously.
“Have you ever owned a dildo, or a vibrator?” She continued eating calmly. This really was her version of normal.
“I… uh… I had a dildo that vibrated… I didn’t use it too much though… I guess. Miss A. sorry” I knew my face was bright red. This was embarrassing in so many ways.
“Did you use it to penetrate yourself with?” She pushed on. She insisted on ignoring my visible discomfort.
I suppose she was enjoying it even.
“A few times… but I’d rather use it to vibrate against my… clit… Miss A.” Not even I could explain why I had become such a prude all of a sudden.
“Was it too big for you?” Those blue eyes looked straight through me.
“I guess it was an average size… Miss A.” I wanted to hide away under the table. No actually, under the rug under the table… if not under the floorboards!
But honestly what was I so ashamed of? The fact that I had owned a toy, or the fact that I had barely used it? This wasn’t me.
“I will need you to judge some toys for me eventually” She informed me and I nodded curtly.
“You don’t happen have an issue with tightness down there do you? If you do we will have to work on stretching you”.
My mouth was open. What the actual fuck. That sounded painful on a whole other level.
“I’m sure I’m not Miss. A.” I squeaked bravely. She could always rattle my world so, so calmly.
“We’ll see… ” she finished her fish and I finished mine.
“Bed time”.
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