As I wipe your tears, I can feel the heat radiating from your skin and the wetness of the salty tears on my hand. You are a picture of vulnerability and submission, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride and dominance over you.
I help you up and lead you over to the bookshelf, where you begin to gather the books I have selected for your training. I watch as you gather the heavy tomes, your legs shaking from the aftermath of the whipping.
"Now, sit down on that stool."
I point to a small stool placed in front of a large desk, the top of which is cluttered with more books and notes. I can see the tension in your face as you sit down, your legs still spread apart and your thighs marked with the welts from the whip.
As I wipe your tears, I can feel the heat radiating from your skin and the wetness of the salty tears on my hand. You are a picture of vulnerability and submission, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride and dominance over you.
I help you up and lead you over to the bookshelf, where you begin to gather the books I have selected for your training. I watch as you gather the heavy tomes, your legs shaking from the aftermath of the whipping.
"Now, sit down on that stool."
I point to a small stool placed in front of a large desk, the top of which is cluttered with more books and notes. I can see the tension in your face as you sit down, your legs still spread apart and your thighs marked with the welts from the whip.