Her Hard Night

His soft voice whispers into her ear, as she leans back against him:
"Such a good little pet you were tonight, kitten, such a good girl."
His fingers lightly play with her hair as he speaks.
His gentle words make her purr softly in his arms.
Tonight was a difficult night for her.
He pushed her limits further, humiliated her more, and made her take it harder than he ever had before.
But tonight, she made him proud.
She counted every single lash of his cruel whip on her back.
Through her tears, she thanked him every time he slapped her reddened cheeks.
Like a good girl, she begged him and begged him to crop her nipples, armpits, and pussy, because she knew it pleased him to hear it and to do it.
And as her thanks, he just spit in her face and slapped her,
Called her a whore and a slut and a cunt,
And used her like one.
Tonight she was his little painslut, his humiliation whore, his toy to use.
And now her bruised and battered body lay there, comforted in his arms.
Amazing how the same man who uses you so cruelly can hold you so tenderly.
Amazing how much such a fragile little creature can take.
She looks like with one touch she’d break into a million pieces.
Tonight she broke for him.
X-ed out on the bed,
Her limbs stretched and pulled tight,
Her body ached.
But the fire in her grew as he dragged the blade across her skin.
And with that, she gave herself to him, sacrificed for him, and bled for him.
He traced each of her pretty little wounds with his tounge,
Tasting the blood he drew from her and relishing the taste of her submission.
But blood wasn’t enough.
He wanted tears.
The long snake-skin single tail (it was his favorite toy, next to her, that is) lashed out at her skin,
Whipping the fresh cuts as she lay there helpless.
God, she was beautiful when she cried.
And cry for him, she did.
He held that delicate, fragile body close and comforted her long after her tears stopped.
And when it was all over, she leaned back closer against him, still flying, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her and whispered that he loved her.
Half-purring, her soft voice whispered back, “I love you, too, Master and thankYou.”