06

"Good boy," Miss Givens said, and the whip disappeared from my view. "Let's talk safewords. 'Green' gives me the go-ahead, and I'm always on 'Green' unless you use the other two safewords; then you'll use 'Yellow' when you're close to your limit, and 'Red' when you want me to stop. You understand the safewords, Mr. Grey?"

"Yes, Miss Givens," I said, puffing…

Lash!

Miss Givens whipped at my back, and that gentle sound of the soft threads against my bare skin echoed in my ears. Warmth then crawled from my back to the rest of my body… I was very much aware of the warmth in my groin; I was very much aware that my testicles had gone up, and that my scrotum had thickened.

"That was a reward for your good behavior, Mr. Grey."

"Thank you, Miss Givens."

"You want more?"

"Yes, Miss Givens. Please."

"Okay then."

Miss Givens then came closer and put my head between her thighs. The back of my head was actually up there… you know, where her legs joined together. I could smell her flowery scent, and it was relaxing.

I closed my eyes, in part because of the scent, and Miss Givens began whipping at my back. She was gentle. Miss Givens wasn't whipping at the same spot each time, but at every part of my back, and it was nice how the nylon threads touched my skin; it was a knife through butter… Excuse the analogy.

Fringe whips never stung, they were not designed for that, but I'd still exhale heavily after every whip, as though with relief.

Miss Givens went on and on, until she had whipped me enough for my back to feel as though it were covered by a warm blanket. I was panting; she was not. Miss Givens then stepped back, only two steps, and placed a finger under my chin; she lifted my head so I may look up at her warm face, which wore that small smile.

"I like this color of arousal on your face, Mr. Grey," Miss Givens said, and swallowed hard as though her throat had caught fire, too. "Unzip my boots and take them off my feet."

I did as I'd been told, with the sound of the thick zipper ringing deep in my chest.

Her thighs and her legs were now free from the leather, and her skin was pale and flawless. Miss Givens had shaved, and that made me wonder for a second or 2 if she was shaved up there.

I removed the boots off her feet, one after the other of course, and her small feet were just as beautiful as her pleasantly soft thighs and her short legs.

Her toenails were painted red, the color of her lips, and that was the only time I might have had a foot fetish; I wanted to put those little toes into my mouth and suck them until there was nothing left to suck.

But Miss Givens placed a finger under my chin again, and lifted my head so I may look up at her again. That smile again, and then she ran her tongue around her red lips as though to cool them. She bit her lip again, and her round, pale cheeks flushed into that delicious pale rose.

She cleared her throat for the first time, and asked, "Have you ever played with collars, Mr. Grey?" with a voice that sounded as though it were floating.

"Yes, Miss Givens."

"You like them?"

"I love them, Miss Givens."

"Good," she said, and smiled once more. "Very good."

Miss Givens reached down into her bag again, and I heard clinks and clanks; this time, the hand returned with a black collar that had a thick, metal ring at the front.

"Remember, Mr. Grey," she said, fastening the collar around my neck, "dogs don't talk.You understand?"

I said nothing, since dogs didn't talk; but when Miss Givens looked me in the eye with those bright eyes of hers, and when she raised me one of those thick, dark brows of hers, I felt like I had no choice but act accordingly:

"Woof, woof."