She opens the box, her fingers trace over the fine leather of the single tail, she hasn't touched it in some time. It's been stored away, waiting. She remembers the first time it kissed her flesh, the terror, the pain, its wrap and pull, the way it tore into her flesh - the pleasure of that pain. The first night it touched her...
He has her stand in the middle of the room, places a blindfold around her eyes and tells her to stay still. The leather restraints close around her wrists and ankles, he looks up at the eye bolt in the high ceiling with a chain running through it. *Rattle* *click* The chain is attached to the restraints on each of her wrists. He pulls on the metal, lifting her arms higher, telling her it won't hurt for long and she'll come to beg for the feel of its burn. She gasps, not sure what he means - this is something new and she's excited yet terrified.
He spreads her legs with his hands and she hears a *clack* as the bar is clipped into place to the ank...
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