And they sometimes leave behind a lot of hurt.And they sometimes leave behind a lot of hurt. In Rhysh, sometimes our fantasies become enormous structures of the mind, and a single missing pin can do a lot of damage. We waited. The door opened after a little while longer and Lynn walked in, looking down at me. She took the leash from my mouth and said, "Now you look like a proper slave." She led me out into the hall, and down passageways again. We reached a large, oaken double-door, which parted as we approached. I recognized them as the doors that led to the dining hall in which I had punished Kathy a few years back, and moaned in fear as we entered. Lynn stopped suddenly, backed up and with a loud -SMACK- a sharp slap across my backside echoed. "Hush, slave," she said. "I haven't even touched you yet." There was a small contingent of people standing around, dining as we entered, and she greeted them quietly. There was a bit of socializing go on as well as slave punishment. I looked across the floor and was surprised to see a Ssphynx restrained to the floor on the far side of the room, his leonine half jutting under a wooden pillory and his arms pinned to the arms of the 'X'. A tall Tindal had a wide whip in hand and was systematically whipping the Ssphynx. The blows made loud cracks echo across the room, and the expression the Ssphynx's face was both pained and transcendent. He looked beautiful as he hung there. Crack. And again. Every time his body would jerk, just a little, and he would settle. I was shocked to see little rivulets of blood trickling over his fur; the sight of blood is usually a safesign, but these two were going past that. I lost count of the whips. It seemed to go on forever, and I was hyperventilating, breathing fast and hard and in sync with the suffering of the Ssphynx. He would open his eyes rarely, but once we locked eyes and the smile on his lips told me that everything was okay. Then the whip came down again and he jerked back, eyes clamped shut. "That's a rare one, isn't it?" Lynn said, addressing me. "Yes, Mistress. |