"Spread your legs," I growl, and she does, her pussy glistening with wetness. I trace the lines of her body with a leather flogger, the tails caressing her skin, making her gasp. I bring it down gently, a soft thud echoing in the room. She moans, her body arching towards the sensation. I watch, entranced, as her nipples harden, her breath comes in ragged gasps. I switch the flogger for a riding crop, the sound of it cracking against her flesh making her cry out. But it's not pain she's feeling. It's pleasure. It's power. It's control. And it's all mine.