The Night

They enter the motel room.. she moves nervously into the room and begins to disrobe. His instructions in the car had been clear. As soon as they got to the motel she was to get undressed and kneel. This was not their first time together, but she knew that somehow this would be different.. something in his attitude was different this time. He had A Plan. He had said that through his investigations into the world of BDSM, he had figured out just what type of submissive she was, and what it was she needed.

There were no safewords.. she was giving herself completely to him.. both too inexperienced to know that any time something new is tried things could go wrong.

He had her kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed. He had her reach forward with her arms and nudged her knees apart with his foot. He used no physical form of bondage and no gag, but warned her not to make any sound or movement.. no matter what.

Suddenly she felt the sharp cutting feel of something coming down on her right buttucks. She fought back a scream, emmiting only a choked and muffled gasping groan.. but the unexpected PAIN of the blow had lifted her knees off the floor. His hand came down across the side of her head and as he ground out a reminder that she was to make NO movement or sound, he wrenched her head back painfully by the hair.

The pain wasn't subsiding in the least, and she was sure that it had drawn blood. She had no idea what implement he was using on her that could be so cutting.. nothing had ever caused her that kind of pain. She tried to brace herself, forcing herself not to move and gritting her teeth to try and control herself. Then the next blow landed.

Her mind went blank with confusion and pain.. the only thought registerring was that it was in the same exact spot! The second blow was given with all the strength his 220 pound muscular frame could put into it. She wasn't sure if she'd moved, but held her breath silently through the blinding pain for as long as she could before it came out as an agonized sigh.

The blows went on and on.. never easing in their severity, and never moving from the one spot he had chosen. She lost track of all time.. of everything.. trying only to concentrate on self control.. on trying to ignore the pain. She found out later that it had been a crop. She had always before enjoyed the crop, but knew that it would be a long time.. if ever.. before she would ever trust or enjoy it again.

The rest of the evening passed in a painful haze. He experimented with both pain and pleasure.. never allowing her to show any response to either of them. She even thought of demanding he stop.. but was terrified of him and the space his mind was in, and knew with a certainty that he wouldn't stop and she would regret having spoken.

Periodically thoughts flitted through her mind... that if she were a better submissive she could handle this better.. no.. that cant be right.. she reminded herself through the haze of pain that no real Master would ever do this to a sub.. and was thankful that she had enough knowledge and experience to recognise that.. but thoughts of unworthiness still snuck in..

He realized he was on the wrong track early in the evening, but in trying to salvage it, he continued to try new things.. each one causing more harm then the one before. By now her only thoughts were of escaping.. somehow.. and guilt over the feelings of hatred that were rising.. and resolutions to spend her remaining years in a Vanilla lifestyle.

That resolution didnt last of course. There was no way it could.. she knew what she was and what she couldn't live without. It took six weeks for the bruises to heal.. but much longer for the ones inside. They are still healing. Yes.. she knew how foolish it was to have not had a safeword. He knew that he should have talked to her about her needs and what he had planned instead of assuming he knew how to do it.. and they both deeply regretted the loss of the relationship.. Both the friendship they had shared and the BDSM part that could never be again once the trust was gone.

A lesson learned...