Anything.

His voice wavered and the sweat glistened over his body in the dull candlelight. He was leaned over a whipping bench with his backside exposed, the welts from previous strikes could be seen perfectly.
“Please Mistress, no more!”
Ignoring his pleas, I pulled the cane back swiftly for another strike.
I love the whooshing sound my smoked dragon cane (Sasha) makes as it cuts through the air.
He reeled, slightly arching his back as I held the cane in place where it had landed. It was another good impact.
“Please Mistress, I will do anything! Just no more, I beg you.” he said through slightly gritted teeth.
“Anything?” I questioned while pausing briefly. “And what could you possibly do to make me stop?”
I savoured the silence that followed and grinned.
He had taken 6 strokes and was due for a short break. I was relishing the scent of fear oozing from his every pore.
I decided to take the opportunity to run my freshly sharpened claws over his welts before asking again.
“What could you possibly do? name a single thing that could still my hand.”
He grunted a little and jerked with the sensitivity of his fresh wounds.
“Nothing, Mistress.”
I stepped back to arms length and placed the tip of my cane gently over his rump in preparation for another aimed strike.
“Absolutely nothing.” I said as I pulled the cane back quickly and another whoosh cut through the air.

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Electrified.

His body convulsed on the St Andrews cross as my electrified claws ran over his nylon covered inner thigh. For some reason the nylon seemed to amplify the violet wands effect. I was enjoying it immensely.
“Minimal setting and already you squirm.” I said as I stood upright and leaned in closer for effect.
He relaxed briefly and leant forward to rest his head on my chest, forgetting that my entire body was electrified. He convulsed again as a blue spark from my collar bone hit him square on the forehead. I grinned slightly and watched his expressions with amusement.
“Clearly you paid little attention when I told you that my entire body would be coursing with electricity.”
“Sorry Mistress” he replied between gasping breaths.
“Perhaps you need a more ‘physical’ lesson. Verbal does not not seem to be your forte”
I slowly walked over to the violet wand generator and turned the dial up to its maximum setting. It began to hum angrily.
“I feel what you feel in this exercise” I said as I strolled slowly back over to where he was restrained. “and I think you are largely overreacting to a setting which is so minute that one can barely feel more than a tickle. If you want to convulse and jerk, I will give you a real reason to.”
I stood in front of him and slowly unzipped my top to expose my right breast. His eyes widened at seeing such a personal area of mine and he suddenly became transfixed. His breathing slowed as he gazed for a few moments before he turned his attention up at me, revealing a slight confusion in his eyes.
“I feel what you feel” I reiterated as I leaned in closer, purposely moving my own nipple towards his.
“watch for the pretty spark” I said as his eyes widened again in realisation of what I was about to do. He gasped and instinctively looked down to where our nipples were inevitably going to touch.