Caitlyn is panting. Not from exertion, really, though that's a part of it certainly. She combs her fingers through the leather plaits of her leather flogger.

It's a new one; it's been molded to look like a bouquet of roses with little steel barbs threaded like thorns through the green leather of the stems. The rosebud-ends hang heavy of each flower hang, heavily weighted by a steel ball-bearing. It's not her favorite of her floggers, but it inflicts a surprising amount of thudding power behind its strikes, despite its decorative appearance.

They make such pretty marks on Vi's ass cheeks and shoulders. Wheals of pink paint her flesh, dotted with bloody tracks where the thorns pricked her.

"Caitlyn?" Vi says, twisting her head to the side to look at her out of the corner of her eye. She's bent over the end of their bed. She has her trousers bunched at her ankles over her boots, her tank top pushed up over her breasts to expose the beautiful length of her tattooed, well-muscled back. Her eyelashes are damp, cheeks glistening with tears in profile.

"Do you want another, my love?"

"I already said I did," Vi says, voice tight, frustrated. Petulant.

She lightly flicks her wrist so the weighted rose buds of her flogger smack against Vi's exposed pussy. Not hard enough to injure, just enough to smart, to startle her. Gratifyingly, Vi gasps and flinches. "Ah!"

"Now," Caitlyn says gathering the stems of the flogger-bouquet in her hand again. "Tell me again, but nice and sweet this time. Do you want another?"

Vi shudders for a moment, gathering herself and then says, voice small, "Please. Give me another."

Caitlyn feels herself throb painfully inside her tight trousers. Vi could easily overcome Caitlyn now, push her to the ground, tear the flogger from her. Yet they've done this enough times now she knows Vi won't do that. That Vi is on her knees willingly, exposing her tenderest insides, the most delicious, sweet supplication, all just for Caitlyn to bite into. She trusts Caitlyn--her power and cruelty alone--to sate her lust for pain.

And Caitlyn would never betray that trust by holding back her own lust for pain.