She slowly reached the surface, waking up a little at a time.  Their bedroom was dark  but the heavy curtains were outlined in bright light and she needed to freshen up.  She slid away, quickly reminded of the belt as she twisted her hips and parted her legs . . .  She examined herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled at the welts that were along the tender inside of her thighs . . . Her cunt was red and sore, but the heaviest blows, except for the last two, were along her thighs and ass . . . The last two, the hardest,  on her clit sent a shiver of a memory now and she pressed firmly against the bruises to freshen the sensation.  She took a hot wash cloth and pressed her labia, searing the tender flesh again  . . .

She ran the washcloth under the hot water again and pressed, biting her lip.  She opened her eyes, feeling his hand slide around her throat.  He pulled her head back, reached around and took the washcloth from her and warmed it again.  

"Open, my pet" 

She twisted her head and kissed his neck, looking into the mirror,  reached between her legs and spread her labia wide for him.   She looked again at the red red welts and how her clit was bright red and swollen.   She shivered, leaned back against him and opened her legs more, and spread her cunt with her hand as he pressed the very hot cloth against her clit.   She twisted her hips and pressed against him, riding the pain until she throbbed sweetly . . . Her cunt oozed the butter of her and she cried out as he pinched her nipples . . . The soreness scolded and spread its heat through her legs.    He ran the shower and she clung to him, following him under the hot water . . . She made a sinful promise and then tried to purr as his soapy hand ran between her legs . . .she widened her stance and put her arms around his neck as he washed her and kissed his neck and chest.   She pushed against the tender pressure between her cheeks as he teased with his fingers.

Rinsed, and toweled off,  he put her heavy robe on her and she wrapped her hair loosely in a towel before her cuffs were applied with her hands behind her  . . . Her hands  secured tightly, then again at her elbows to restrict her more.    He moved her to the vanity, the steam from the shower warming it nicely, laid her on her back and opened her robe . . .

She tested her restraints . . . Her arms were immobile and the tightness was unforgiving.   He pushed her legs apart and scolded her for not opening for his pleasure . . . She made another sinful promise and opened her mouth,  drawing her feet up a bit to spread her legs more . . .  He fastened her tall collar around her throat  . . .and in this position it pushed her head back and squared her shoulders . . .further restricting her . . .  She felt him pet her labia and blushed just a bit, knowing he liked to see her cunt swollen and gaping . . .   She looked as best she could in the mirror behind him and saw how he had decided to display her . . . Her head back, and her face accessible if he decided to fuck her mouth and her back arched, pushing her breasts up.  She could not move her arms or shoulders in any manner . . . 

She was not restrained from the waist down, but spread widely and with him standing between her legs she could only twist her hips . . . He slid his hands under her hips and slid her towards him a bit,  then felt him stroke and pet her wet slit . . .

He opened a jar of salve brought from Khoru's clinic, covered his hands and began softly applying it to her thighs . . . The cream was cool cool and she squealed and giggled as the sore warm tender flesh stung both hot and cold . . .  He continued to apply the cream until the welts were covered, then reapplied more to his hands . . .

"A sweet picture . . . Your cunt is swollen nicely . . ."   He applied the cream again and pressed the muscles firmly then harder along the lubricated welts  . . . She whimpered and cooed her approval . . . She twisted her hips to escape the pain, then raised them to his attention for more . . .

The massage continued to her belly and her nipples as her thighs burned and ached and her clit throbbed . . . A hard slippery pinch of her nipples and her labia caused her to cry out and then catch his eyes, wanting another . . .

The agonizing massage continued and she felt her arms ache at the strain, the collar bit her neck and she  pressed against every touch of his . . . The soreness, the slick sensitive welts blended pain, pleasure and the pressure . . . She wanted to stop but couldn't  bear the thought . . . He press again and she finally arched her back and strained . . . And whimpered at the praise of her master  . . . She was rewarded for twisted posture with him fingering her clit and pressing hard on the closest welt. . . . He continued until she cried out and tried to close her legs around his hand . . . He pressed and fingered her again, she cried out louder yet and then relaxed her legs . . .

He turned her on her side and she drew her legs up and felt the sticky pain and the hard bruised pulse between her legs . . .  Her muscles were both soothed and sore, the sensation she'd felt after a massage she would have had.

She closed her eyes and opened them a bit later as he released her arms and stood her.   She pet his cock with her hand and he led her again to the shower, had her spread her legs and cheeks as he rinsed her off with the hand wand.   Wrapped again in a clean robe, she was cuffed with her hands in front and put on her leash  . . . And led out of the bedroom.   She snuggled close and giggled as she felt  between the two robes and fingered the soft head of his cock.