In A Lash, In A Whipstroke - A Free Flash Fiction
The whip slices and slashes into your backside's skin, exposing subcutaneous fat and muscle.
It heals as you strain moaning against the silk restraints. Your nanotech stitches your skin together in seconds, leaving you unhurt, ready for more.
I circle you and meet your gaze. Despite the endorphins, you seem...
I cup your chin in my hand. "Are you bored?"
You nod, and I understand.
The press of a button, and the nanotech deactivates.
I use the lash lightly. It does not break your skin, does not hurt you permanently.
You trust me not to.
But it could.
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