He looked into her her eyes and his expression betrayed his enjoyment at his girls reaction to her troublesome situation as it dawned on her that this was not going to be easy to extract herself, not at least until he was done. There was that side of her that didn't want extraction, not this side of summer anyway. She could be hanging here for an age, uncomfortable, nervous, wondering what the hell he was up to.
The sound of the buzzy wand started in his hand and she laughed as it crossed her mind he had made her into his bdsm bitch. Tomorrow she would walk back into the world as wife, mother, daughter, friend and colleague with the flogger marks, bruised body and secret sub girl hidden under her clothing.
|unknown photographer source: interweb|