Chained, Part Five

“I kind of want her to flog me,” Popcorn replied. It was certainly unusual, with me on the end of a chain and ballgagged. But, I wanted to try it.

As Popcorn got onto Penthouse’s bed, I rose up to my feet. Adjusting the chain somewhat, I accepted the flogger from Penthouse and sucked in a deep breath. Joking around with Craftsmate aside, I had never flogged anyone seriously before.

When Popcorn squirmed and squeaked, the bottom of her dress rode up slightly, showing just a peek of a pert little rear. I was surprised by how much I wanted to hit it, but I stuck to her legs and thighs, which she seemed perfectly happy with. 

Suddenly, Penthouse grabbed his mirror and moved it over in front of the bed so we could see ourselves. 

I froze. Ballgagged, collared, chained, holding a flogger. It was all too much. I squeezed the Taboo buzzer and shut my eyes tight. I don’t know exactly what about it bothered me, but it was something about how real everything became when I looked in the mirror. Seeing myself like that, I was almost scared. Coming to terms with what I’m into has been hard enough, but having to see it so clearly made me squeeze the buzzer without hesitation. 

“Good girl,” Penthouse reassured as he put the mirror back. Popcorn joined in the coos. “Very good girl, thank you for letting us know.”

Once the mirror was gone, I felt myself smile around the ballgag as I continued to hit Popcorn with the flogger. Penthouse met my gaze and we exchanged smirks as I delivered the last few blows, gauging Popcorn’s reactions and not wanting to push it.

“You could’ve done more,” Popcorn said as she got off of the bed, rubbing her thighs. “That felt really good.”

I know I could have. Having her, squirming and moaning, while I was still gagged and chained, with Penthouse watching was all indescribably hot. But, I was still treading in new waters. And, as ironic as it sounds for the situation I was in, I was approaching it with some caution.