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NSFW - Lien-da & Elias - Bondage

Repeating here just in case :

NSFW!

TW: Bondage

TW: Sex

Will add on anything else if needed.

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"Yes, yes, I know who I am." She replied in a bored tone, as if this was doing nothing for her. "What I want to hear is what you are." It wasn't enough just to degrade him physically. Lien took extra ecstasy in making him humiliate himself in words. More footsteps, as she back up. In order to hit certain spots, and not hit others, she had to calculate distance mentally.

This sort of game wasn't something one could merely pick up and attempt. This, for Lien, was years of perfecting. Weighing lovers against lovers.

"Tell me what you are." She said again, snapping the whip once more. This time, it went against his inner thigh, dangerously close to his genitals despite them being tightly packed.

Elias didn't whimper when it didn't work. Of course it wouldn't. She knew this game far better than he did. She was a master at it. She knew all of the moves before he could come up with them. He was outmatched here and it was nice. It made giving in to her easier. He swallowed when she made her next move. He needed to answer and quickly. Then came the problem. Swallowing his pride was still hard. He could hear his father's voice scolding him, telling him to fight back. He could hear his father telling him how disgusting he was, how much of a failure he was.

The whip hit him again and he cried out. He arched forward this time. The pain cut through his hesitations and thoughts. He couldn't think of anything but the pain and the command. He had to do what he was told. She was in control and he knew just what he was right now.

"I'm...trash. I'm unworthy. I'm inferior. I'm disgusting." He hung his head. Each word cut into him. It hurt him to say these things but at the same time, he believed them.

"And I'm yours. Only yours, my Master." He tacked on the last part, hoping it would please her.

Lien made a pleased noise, like a soft purr. Hearing the pain in his tone sent shivers throughout her body. He wasn't saying it as if reading a planned script. He meant those words, and she had helped cause their reality. She licked her fingers as each degrading thing left his tongue, wondering if he had any pride left at all.

"Good boy." A girly giggle after that. "At least you can speak the truth... that's the one good aspect about you. So... I'm expecting some gratitude. After all, someone like me, with someone like you... you know the kind of self-sacrifices I have to make?" More steps, walking around him. "How much effort it takes just to look at you?"

This time, he'd feel the harsh ting on his right buttock.

Her pleased noises she made sent a shiver down Elias' spine. He knew all of them were true. He heard her move and almost turned his head to try and follow the noise. He knew better. He would only do as he was told. He was a good boy, like she said. It hurt to think of himself like that, but it was what he had become. He opened his mouth to speak but then came the whip. He yelped and almost jumped before sagging against his restraints. It stung so badly, yet a small smile spread over his face.

"You're right, Master. I'll do anything to show my gratitude. You sacrifice so much for someone as worthless as me. I want to make it up to you. Thank you, Master. Your whip feels so good. I'll do anything you wish."

A snorting, derisive laugh. "You? Make it up to me? It's pathetic that you even think you can." She walked until she was in front of him, gripping his jaw. "What could a worthless peon like you even be capable of? In anyone else's hands, you'd be thrown out with the rest of the trash."

She smeared her thumb against his lips, and there was the faintest hint of her breasts touching his chest. "Sometimes I can barely stand your stench." She murmured, Her other hand slid around his chest, slowly stroking him.

Elias' ears fell at the words. He wasn't good for anything. He couldn't even make it up to her, being with him like this. She gave him so much and here he was, unable to do much at all. He didn't resist the hand on his chin. He learned quickly that resisting what she wanted him to do wasn't a good idea. His lips parted feeling the finger on his lips. He didn't lick or move to kiss it. Do nothing until commanded to do it. Another lesson well learned. The petting on his chest was hardest to not press into. His legs shook and his muscles tensed. Must not move.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I can't do anything. How can I show my gratitude? What would be good, Master?" He asked. He wasn't about to try and find a right answer. Let her give it to him, if she wanted to.

"I'm not what you deserve. You deserve someone far better than me. I only wish to do anything I can to show you how grateful I am."

"Yes yes, it's all the same... I'm rather tired of it." Lien pulled her hands back and grabbed the ball gag. She shoved it into his mouth, and then tied it, making sure it held. Once it was set, she pat his cheek twice. "I trust you're not useless enough to choke on your own spit."

She walked behind him again, fingering her whip. "Let's see if we can't make this any more entertaining..." With a flick of her wrist, the whip came. But this time, she wouldn't pause between attacks so he could recover. Five cracks in the air, five stings on his body, all across his back, rear, and his legs.

Elias wasn't able to say anything before the gag was shoved into his mouth. He whimpered at the words and his ears fell down again. He had messed up again. He should have said something else. He should have made a comment about how she taught him to use his tongue or his body to service her. That would have been better, not the same old 'I'm useless'. Except she constantly reminded him he was useless. Being forward might have seemed too uppity and got him in the same situation.

The lesson was obvious; there was nothing he could do right.

The screamed as the whip lashed across him. He arched and shook, trying to stay standing. He couldn't go lax now, she wouldn't forgive him. The pain burned across all the places she hit. He groaned as he stayed standing on shaky legs. His fingers flexed as he tried to push past the pain. His breathing was heavy through his nose, tears stinging his eyes. Despite it all, he was still hard. The pain kept him that way, even still.

What Elias wasn't realizing was that he never would be right. Lien knew how to twist every word and action into what she wanted. She had to be the one in charge, the one to point out flaws, and nothing else. But this wasn't some deep psychological problem she was suppressing - she knew what she was doing to his mind and enjoyed every second of it. His agony was intoxicating.

Once her whipping was temporarily finished, she walked to see his face. Were those actually tears in his eyes? How deliciously pathetic. She rolled up the whip and attached it to her belt. She then grabbed his crotch hard with one hand. "To think that you get off on being told what a waste of skin you are... You must get stiff all the time. It really tells me you're nothing special." Then with both hands, she unzipped him, and the firm grip was now directly on his manhood.

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