I do not remember the last time I was whipped. Marcus whipped me but it was to remind me my place before he raped me while bound to the slave pole. Punishment wise? I am not sure Maximus ever did lay a whip to my skin, he usually would leave when I was out of line after chaining me to his couch.
Today.. my mouth earned me a whipping.
Today, the Thief called Mortis punished me and I deserved it. I am glad he did not cut out my tongue like he said he might, that blade scared me as it sat on my tongue and when that dull edge of blade moved over my throat, I did think for a moment that maybe I was learning a lesson I would not have the chance to learn from. Instead he commanded me to position and I endured the fall of his whip by five lashes. He was not easy on me, nor tender or kind when done. I kissed his feet as he ordered me away from him yet I wanted to writhe and beg him to fall on my body and violate me completely.
He confuses me. I hope to see him soon.....
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