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Tonight’s client is younger than usual. He’s here for punishment, though he doesn’t yet know it. All the young ones start with that (stupid) hope in their chest, thinking they’ll be able to tame me. Yeah, right. Once they’re inside of my web, they quickly realize the error of their ways.
“Bonjour, mon chéri,” I purr. He shivers when I touch his chin, as my nails dig into his jaw. “You’re here to obey. N’est-ce pas?” He nods, swallowing hard. Good. They always think they can handle more than they can.
younger than usual
He whimpers when I snap a blindfold over his eyes. “Shh,” I whisper, running my fingers down his spine. “Let me hear you beg for something painful.” “P-please…” he begs. “I want…I want the whip.”
Ah. A fast one. These are the easiest. I reach for the whip that is hanging on the wall, letting it slap against my palm. “You’re so sure, mon chéri?” I ask, laughing. My laugh is deep and rich, and it makes his skin crawl.
The first strike lands across his shoulders. He gasps. The second. The third. His breaths turn to sobs, but he doesn’t cry. Not yet. I love that. The way they hold back, thinking they’re stronger than the pain. “French,” I growl. “Speak French, or I stop.” He trembles like a leaf. “S’il vous plaît…soufflez-moi (please…let me suffer).”
There. My favorite part is when they beg to break. I unclasp my dress, letting it fall at my feet. “You’re a good boy. You’re learning.” He jerks against the ropes, I slap his face. And when he’s raw and shaking, I unshackle him and remove the blindfold. He collapses into a heap on the floor. I hand him a towel. “Remember me, chéri. Remember how it feels.”
Later, in my office, I file his name into the red ledger under “Return.” They always do.
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