S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 14
The man didn’t act further but sat on a nearby single sofa.
Chi Zaozao turned toward him, awaiting his next command.
“Which one would you like?” His gaze fixed on the rack of implements. Instead of choosing the whip in his hand, he left the decision to her.
To Chi Zaozao, this choice felt daunting.
She craved being controlled, where decisions weren’t hers to make. Now, he offered her a choice.
“Can’t decide? Or… is there no need to?” He toyed with the soft whip, then stood, his voice chilling. “If you won’t choose, then you must like them all.”
She lowered her eyes. She had never tried so many whips, but none of the props repelled her.
In fact, she was curious, especially about the ropes and restraints.
Her eyes flicked to the rack. He caught her glance and smiled. “No worries, we’ll try them all eventually. Or would you like to pick a few to play together?”
The words play together made her body tremble.
A whip cracked down instantly.
“For now, focus on this,” he said coldly. “No crying out. Count each strike. Miss one, and it’s ten extra lashes.”
The whip’s force was lighter than the previous night but still stung enough to challenge a novice like Chi Zaozao.
“One,” she said, head bowed, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
“Don’t move,” he warned as the next whip landed. “If I miss, don’t blame me.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
…
“Seventeen.”
She panted heavily, her back burning. Last night’s whip marks still ached, and today’s added a maddening itch.
Another whip struck, its tail grazing her tailbone. Her body arched, the nerve endings sparking, making her forget to count. “Ah!”
“Ten extra. Keep track,” he said, unrelenting, delivering the next strike.
She braced her back, resuming her count.
“Eighteen.”
“Nineteen.”
“Twenty.”
The twenty lashes ended, and he paused, giving her a moment to breathe.
“Now, no counting. Tell me what you did wrong.”
Snap! The whip landed before she could respond.
“Your slave shouldn’t have moved,” she said.
Snap!
“Your slave shouldn’t have missed a count.”
…
The ten lashes felt endless to her.
As the final one fell, she answered, voice trembling with tears, “Your slave won’t dare to again.”
He tossed the whip aside and crouched before her, pulling her tear-streaked form into his arms. “You did well. Only one mistake for your first time counting. Very good.”
“Master…” Her submissive side surged, craving his comfort, his control.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice rising with approval. “Did you like it?”
She looked up, meeting his sapphire eyes, and nodded.
He smiled faintly, retrieving a document from a nearby drawer and handing it to her. “Take a look. Since you’ve submitted to me, I should give you a proper title.”
She froze, reading the title on the cover: “Master-Slave Contract.”