You asked for it. Enjoy some BDSM play.
He has His girl tied to the rack, her back against the wood of the grating, her feet flat on the floor, her arms raised above her head, bound together with shackles, then bound to the wood of the rack, her thighs spread apart and ankles shackled to the rack.
The girl's eyes are covered with a black velvet cloth, allowing her to see nothing, her vision no longer an asset, leaving her with only four senses. His flogs have made her sense of touch so highly sensitized that her entire body trembles. her ears strain to hear the *swish* of the flog as it caresses the air around her...but the sound no longer comes.
The girl's nostrils strain to smell the leather that she thinks should be forthcoming on her breasts, red and hot from the repeated contact with Master's implements, but there is no scent save that of the sweat that glistens on her body between her full, heaving breasts and the scent of her own nectar that shines on her thighs....
she can taste the scent...the scent so subtle it's hardly there, yet so strong that it fills her mind completely until...
"Do you know what this is, girl?"
A cold, hard, sharp something has touched a girl's throat. The girl is afraid to breathe, for fear that He might cut her with the blade she now realizes He holds. "Yes, Master, " she whispers.
"Good." The blade moves over the girl's throat, caressing her with its potent, evil coolness. The blade moves slowly to the valley of her breasts, making a girl whimper in both fear and total lust. "Be very still, slave, " Master's deep voice cautions in her ear. "I do not wish to harm you."
she tries to force her trembling body to still, feeling the blade warm against her heated flesh. she finds it difficult to do so, until she feels Master's blade reach her clit. Suddenly she's completely still, hardly daring to breathe.
"Do you need to use a safeword?"
her voice sounds like she's trying to speak through a loosened gag. "No, Master."
The blade stops moving. Master doesn't remove it, but He doesn't move it, either. His voice sounds concerned as He speaks softly, seductively in a girl's ear. "who are you?"
A moment passes before a girl can speak, as she is floating in her headspace quite nicely. "Whoever You want me to be."
Again that soft voice. "what are you?"
Another long pause. "this girl is Yours, Master."
"My what?"
"....Your slave, Master."
the voice moves to the girl's other ear, the blade resting gently on a girl's throbbing clit. "And Who am I?"
"....You are my Master."
"Good."
The blade begins to move again, all the way from a girl's clit, over her belly, across both breasts, back up to her throat. "And will I ever harm you?" The blade stops at the juncture of a girl's shoulder and neck, teasing with its tip, so sharp and yet only touching, not cutting.
"....No, Master," a girl's voice wavers slightly, but she does not move.
"Good." The blade begins its slow, teasing journey back to a girls' throat, then is removed suddenly, to be replaced by a gentle tug on the girl's ear.
"Cum for Me, slut. Cum now." The insistant words are spoken in nothing more than a low rumble, barely louder than a whisper.
The girl feels herself slipping over the edge of sanity, then feels the cold steel of the blade against her temple, as it is slipped under the blindfold. she cannot stop herself from the pending orgasm, but she screams in terror and primal thrill as she feels Master cutting away the blindfold, not harming her in any way, but demonstrating His Power over her, to control her senses and her body and mind.
An eternity later, the girl feels Master's arms around her, her blanket tucked securely around her still-trembling body, and His love and warmth shining on her. she doesn't recall being released from her bonds, nor does she recall being moved onto the bed where she now lays. All she knows is the exhaustion and elation of the scene. Dimly, she hears Master's warm, soothing voice.
"Good."