I woke up feeling sore and bruised, each whip mark evidence of the strenuous night that my Mistress, Jahi, had put me through.
Each whip mark felt wonderful as I groaned and sat up, the pain already sending me over the edge slightly as the fiery sensations rushed through my body.
Laying beside me was the woman who had whipped me until I passed out, and her amethyst eyes were filled with pride, lust, and slight worry.
Leaning into her chest, I cuddled against her muscular frame and almost purred as she began to stroke my ears, the comfort she provided after such a long, vigorous session soothing my true aches and pains.
We lay sprawled out in our large bed for around an hour, enjoying one another's warmth and affections as we embraced, though Jahi very quickly turned that innocent embrace into something more as she quelled her increasing lust.
