Chapter 53 Violet Worship #2
Grounding myself, I pick up the last flogger.
The smaller tails of it clink together from the small metal beads embedded in each tail.
I grip the handle, swinging the flogger to recall the heavier weight.
Just in case, I grab my forearm crutch to keep my balance.
Leo’s head remains where I lifted it to.
“Check in,” I say.
“Green, Mistress.”
Stepping closer, I twirl the flogger to just brush over his body.
His skin ripples at the contact as I do it again and again.
Each movement a taunt as I flick it. His fingers flex in anticipation, shifting on his feet.
I wait until he’s entirely still before I allow the flogger to crack against his ass.
He lets out a sound of relief as I do it again and again.
Then change to the other cheek. I hit him hard, paying attention to the reddening of his skin and his pace of breathing.
I move higher upon his back, the beads cracking.
The sound echoes through the space. A moan slips out of him as I bring the flogger one last time across his ass.
Quickly, I grab the leather paddle next.
Moving the crutch aside, I step beside Leo and bring the paddle down onto his ass.
My other hand grips the other side of his hip as I hit him again.
Leo hisses under his breath as I paddle him, moving to the other cheek as I run my hand across the heat of his skin.
I spank him, noticing his toes curl as I smack his thighs next.
His breath quickens as I mark his skin, then hit inside his inner thighs.
Leo’s grunts and moans merge with the echoes of the leather paddle hammering his skin.
I give one last hard smack, and his body practically vibrates.
My hand moves to the front of him, feeling that his cock strains against the bindings.
He groans as sweat forms at his brow. His eyes close, brows furrowed in concentration as his jaw clenches.
I notice as his dick becomes less strained as his erection softens.
“Hard time focusing there, baby?” I taunt, sliding my finger over it again. He grunts, wiggling in his restraints.
I barely stop the giggle in my throat as he smirks without opening his eyes.
“I’ll stop teasing. Not that cruel, am I?”
I run my hands over his reddened ass before I smack his cheek. He grunts.
In my defense, he asked for more pain.
Putting the paddle away, I unlock his ankle restraints, and then his arms. He moves where I put him, and then I hook my finger through the middle front ring of his collar.
I bring his face closer to mine, making him off balance with the sudden movement.
His eyes are almost glazed over, but there’s pure euphoria on his face.
“Good boy, you barely moved today.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Ready for more?”
He breathes out in relief, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Did you think I was going to stop there?” I smile softly. His eyes are filled with pleading. “We’ve barely started, baby.” I pull him close for a chaste kiss.
Finger still hooked in the ring; I lead him over to the area next to the bed.
A bar hangs from a couple of chains hooked at the hard points in the ceiling.
I can easily move the height of it by using a pully system on the wall, but I already know it’s at the height it needs to be. I already double-checked it was secure.
I bring him over to the hanging bar where there’s a cushion.
“Kneel.” He does so, eyes downcast in submission. “Raise your hands.” He obeys as I clip his cuffs onto the bar just above his head. I make sure he adjusts on the cushion, body straightening to be in high submission mode even with the cock cage and plug inside him.
I run my hands over his shoulders. His hands placed just outside of his shoulder points. My fingers tilt his chin back as far as he can go with the leather collar.
“Check in, baby.”
“Green, Mistress.”
I run my hand through his hair, and he closes his eyes as I caress him. Whenever I bring him over here, I take my time, waiting to see if it elicits any flashbacks. Usually, long as I have him in a cock cage, a plug, gag, anything of the like he’s alright. Something to help keep his mind present.
Leo settles more into his position, breathing more evenly.
I whisper against his ear, “Fall as far as you want, baby. I’ll catch you.”
Every breath makes his chest expand. I step back, letting go as he tilts his head forward again, eyes downcast. I go grab my cart, rolling it over and then lock the brakes to keep from moving. Now to debate what to use next.
Unlike me, Leo never wants to know what I may use. He wants to submit completely in that way; to use him as I please. If there’s anything he’s not feeling, he’ll safeword.
I grab some nipple clamps, clinking them in my hands.
His breath hitches as I circle a finger around his pecks, and then lightly pinch one of his nipples.
He inhales deeply as I carefully position the clamp, screwing in the sides.
It tightens around his flesh, causing him to groan. I do the same to the other.
Silently, I step away and grab the gag with a leather bit. Leo’s eyes flick to it as I step in front of him.
“Show your signal for yellow.” He brings up one finger on his left hand. “Show your signal for red.” He brings up two fingers. “And what’s for green?” He makes a fist, putting his thumb under his fingers deliberately. “Good boy.”
Carefully, I reach around him as he opens his mouth to take the bit.
The straps go around his head as I snap them together.
I check the tightness, and then his jaw moves a little from the gag.
The music playing in the background shifts to something deeper and darker in tone as I grab a riding crop. Leo’s eyes widen with anticipation.
Without any heads up, I smack the riding crop against his torso.
I do it again to his other side, hitting at specific spots.
Leo moans against the bit, saliva collecting around his bottom lip.
I trace the crop around the nipple clamps, moving it down the middle of his chest. I watch as his body shudders, awaiting what I do next.
Pleasure of my own flourishes, but never the same like when he Tops me.
Being Leo’s Dom, I felt something entirely different—a flourishing ecstasy of power and admiration, purpose enshrined.
His nostrils flare as I swat at the nipple clamp next.
He grunts against the bit as I do the same with the other.
The riding crop comes down onto his thigh, making him sit up straighter as the chains above rattle.
A shiver runs down my spine, but I ignore it as I move around him to continue the onslaught of hits to his skin.
Every other smack, I drag the riding crop along his skin, watching the glistening of sweat form.
“Check in.” He makes the signal with both hands for green. I kiss his head, and he moans in response.
The low vibrations of the music echo as I leave the riding crop on the cart. I can hear his breathing pick up when I grab the bamboo cane next. I slip my hand through the leather strap at the end, gently smacking it against the palm of my hand. It fucking stings even just from that.
I hate this thing, but he loves it.
I remind myself of that fact when my eyes meet his. Hazel eyes sear into mine, completely overrun by desire and yearning. His body is practically slack, chest heaving as he hangs from his restraints. I doubt he fully remembers his cock is strapped up or there’s a plug in his ass.
I walk around to step behind him, adjusting how I stand before I raise the cane.
Without warning, I bring it across his back.
There’s a small whistle of it pulling through the air before it makes impact.
Leo grunts at the contact. I do it again, moving lower.
He grunts, chewing at the bit every time the cane lands.
I crack it against the top of his ass, and he shifts on his knees as his back arches a little.
Coming back to his front, he shifts on his knees as I bring the cane between his thighs and quickly rap it between his legs.
He sits up straighter at the noise which for a split second, overpowers the music.
He does his best to fix his kneeling position, becoming rigid.
The bamboo cane then taps lightly underneath the nipple clamps.
I then grasp one of the clamps, tightening it. Leo whimpers, body trying to rise.
“Check in.” He gives the signal for green. Although I believe him, I still ease the clamp back, not wanting him overwhelmed.
Instead, I bring the cane down over his thighs. It whistles, cracking into the air. Leo’s grunts follow the next three times I do it. His chest rises heavily with every quick breath through his nose. My own become heavy as I watch him. Turned on in a way that’s indescribable.
Using the end of the cane, I lift his head to look at me.
Hazel eyes brimmed with tears meet mine, pleasure and release filling them.
Euphoria in the pain. Freedom. Sweat drips from his brow down the side of his face, mingling with the saliva that slides down his chin from the bit.
I remain there, keeping his head tilted back in that uncomfortable position to look at me.
Again, that territorial feeling returns, wrapping around me with a thickness. It combines with the intoxicating power of having him in this position willingly. Wanting to be here. Leo in his most coveted, revered position—on his knees for me.