Behind him he heard the creak of a door being opened and a rush of air rippled across his unprotected torso, slow even steps entered the room and paced out of sight. Down his spine he could feel something rough yet pliable being dragged across each vertebrae, it slowed into the small of his back before tracing the curve of each buttock. He felt it dip under his ass and stroke between the top of his thighs just grazing the sensitive underside of his scrotum. His tormentor remained out of sight as he attempted to twist and turn around. The instrument of irritation moved forward around the top of his thigh, he looked down to see the coil of a leather whip circling the quadricep on his leg, as he watched the handle came into view, it's plaited grip held firmly by long fingers crowned with red painted nails almost like the talons of a bird of prey grasping it's quarry. His helpless body started to sway slightly as the pressure of the touch pushed against him, the owner of the hand stalked into his vision, for a second he didn't recognise her.

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