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braided leather wrap around from behind the sub, the tip landing on the woman’s nipple with a snap.
    The sub shuddered and whispered , “Thank you, Master.”
    It was obvious by her demeanor and the perfect diamond pattern over her skin that the man wiel ding the whip was in complete control and quite good at what he did.
    Catherine held her breath when the whipping Master came around the dangling woman , raising his arm and preparing to lash her again. The leather snaked out and made contact with the submissive’s naked pussy, and Catherine couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips simultaneous with the bound woman.
    She couldn ’t look away from the scene while Master whispered in her ear, “Do you want to be her? Do you want to feel the bite of Sir Jonathan’s whip, slut?”
    Entranced , Catherine had said the one thing she could say: “Aye, Master.”
    The deep voice of Sir Jonathan began explaining how the whip could be , “. . . a pleasure tool in addition to punishment for some submissives if they are pain sluts.”
    Sir Jonathan had approached without Catherine realizing it and now stood in front of her while he finished talking.
    Master chuckled against her ear and commented, “Interesting,” while she dared a brief glance up into the angular face of Sir Jonathan with his cropped blond hair and piercing blue eyes – then Master was nudging her off his lap so that he could stand.
     
    The grinning face that belonged to the man who’d just stepped in front of her was the same from that night: Sir Jonathan.
    Oh. My. God. Master had arranged a session for her with a whip expert: The whip expert for their local scene. She shuddered and could feel the wetness increase between her thighs.
    “ Ah, so you do remember me?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow.
    “ Aye, Sir. This girl does,” she admitted, her tone breathy.
    “ Good, good. How about we get started then?”
    “ As you wish, Sir. Thank you.”
    Inside , she was trembling. A year ago when she’d signed her contract with Master, whipping had been a hard limit. Master had brought it up a few times with her because of her fondness for pain. Until she’d seen Sir Jonathan in action, she’d been unable to view a whipping as something pleasurable. After that night, Catherine had asked Master to change it from a hard to a soft limit, thus letting him know she was ready to explore it in the playroom.
    “ Since this is your first time under the whip, I’ll go easy on you. Don’t want to scare you off when you’ve agreed to try this at long last.” He smirked at her with eyes that sparkled with mischievousness. “But first, I want you to prance that fine ass around the room for me, filly. Stretch your legs a bit, since you’ve been in one place awhile.”
    Walking around the room as instructed , Catherine could feel his appraising eyes on her. The stilettos lifted her backside; the plug deep in her ass was accentuated by the angle and forced a sashay into her step, which in turn made the tail swing. Simply put, Catherine felt like a human horse.
    You ’re starting to look like one too, whore.
    Oh , will you please shut up, and let me focus!
    Wondering how she looked , Catherine recalled Master’s admission that she would be recorded today, so she tried to peek around in a sly manner to spot the cameras. She couldn’t see them and decided it would be best to forget them again. After all, she wasn’t there to perform; she was there to experience and enjoy.
    “ Well done, filly,” Sir Jonathan praised when she returned and came to a stop in front of him. “Your Master sent a gift. Open your mouth.” His voice was firm but kind when he gave the instruction, retrieving a chocolate brown, leather bridle, complete with reins, from a side drawer.
    Catherine opened , and he pushed the leather-covered bit between her teeth. When she closed down on it, it didn’t hurt her teeth. Next, he slipped the bridle over Catherine’s head. The reins