Another Night with Yoshe
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning
*©Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn 2013
*Dedicated to my friend 3DCaptor


Yoshe’s eyes and her cruel riding crop traced and caressed my body from head to toe as I lay bound and gagged on the bare bed wearing nothing but my black lace lingerie.

Following our first night together in the dungeon, our Captor had granted Yoshe and I another night. This night however, would be different; unlike last time, neither of us had been ordered to be gentle with one another and, unlike last time; Yoshe had been given complete control over my body and mind, a fact she relished as she slid the crop from my previously slapped tummy and down to my naked thigh…

At first the slaps of Yoshe’s riding crop were light and playful against my skin, each of them sending a shiver of excitement through my body as I braced myself for more with welcoming moans; a fifth slap came, followed by a sixth and a seventh, each becoming more vicious than the last as Yoshe continued to train each slap on the increasingly tender area of my inner thigh.

I had no intention of escaping my bonds but I soon found myself writhing against them with each crack of the crop that Yoshe visited upon me; eventually my elated moans of ecstasy turned to uncomfortable grunts of torment and ultimately into whimpering muffled screams of mercy… but the crop continued to assault me. I clenched my fists and bit down into my gag. My skin and flesh felt as if it were tearing beneath each smack of the stiff leather. My muffled screams were no longer pleads of mercy, they had become rushed unintelligible syllables begging for an end yet the crop continued to assault me.

Eventually, Yoshe steadied the crop and the room fell silent; save for my heavy breathing and whimpering moans. My eyes were wet with pain filled tears, my ankles and wrists were raw with my struggling against the bonds which bound me, and my thigh felt as if it had been gashed open with a rusty blade. I liked it. Yoshe knew that about me, she knew I liked the raw and primal ecstasies of pain…

I lay with my eyes closed and rode the throbbing and unfading pain that Yoshe had gifted me with. Gloriously long moments passed me by where in which only the coursing pain and my helplessly fragile body existed, my screaming and begging had turned to deep breath-filled moans of satisfaction and listening to each of my own elated moans excited me further…

I had almost lost myself to the reverberating pain and the repeating sound of my own helpless moans when I felt the riding crop push against the underside of my jaw. I opened my eyes and stared up at Yoshe, she was smiling at me yet her eyes seemed focused upon a planned action. In one smooth motion, Yoshe knelt on the bed and then lay beside me; her left arm snaked under and into my hair and with a gentle handful of it she pulled me in for a kiss. Her soft lips met mine over the tightly fitting bit gag between my teeth as we moaned into it together.

“I want you to watch me, my friend” she said into my gagged mouth before pulling away.

With a quivering breath I obeyed and stared into her eyes. Her right hand still held the crop, which had begun to move up my thigh, until it eventually the wettest and most yearning section of my body. The first meek slap came, followed by another and another, each more sure than the last in their resolute promising of future pain and pleasure…

I kept my eyes fixed on Yoshe as she stared back at me with a playfully loving expression. With each increasingly determined slap of the riding crop that collided against me Yoshe’s hand and fingers tightened around the fistful of my hair, which she still clutched, to ensure that I would not look away when the time came. Her resolve was clear; she wanted to stare into my eyes as I fell in love with her…