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Beneath the Whip CHAPTER 66
JUDY’S POVThe thoughts about Chris lingered in my mind long after our date. His suggestion to be a "normal couple" stirred something within me—a cautious hope that we could rebuild what had been broken. I wanted to believe him, to believe in us, but doubt remained, casting a shadow over my decision. The sadomasochistic agreement, a cryptic part of Chris’ life, weighed heavily on my mind. It represented more than just a document; it was a symbol of the unknown between us, a barrier that kept me from fully understanding him.As the days went by, it became increasingly clear that our relationship was missing the excitement and connection I had once envisioned. The initial warmth we shared seemed to fade, replaced by a growing sense of distance that neither of us dared to address directly. Every conversation felt weighed down, as if we were carefully choosing our words to avoid stepping into the minefield of unspoken worries that loomed between us. It wasn’t just me feeling this way—Ch
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CHRIS’ POVThe room was silent, but the tension was deafening. Judy stood across from me, her posture rigid, her jaw clenched tight as though holding back words she was afraid to say—or maybe afraid to hear herself admit. Her gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route, but her feet stayed rooted in place. She was battling something within herself, and I could see it.I knew I was pushing her boundaries, but this wasn’t about power or dominance; it was about trust. It was about breaking through the layers of fear and self-denial she had wrapped herself in. I wasn’t here to shatter her but to show her the truth she’d been avoiding.I said, my voice low and steady, “Kneel.”Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide with shock and defiance. “No,” she said sharply, her voice a mix of anger and incredulity.I wasn’t surprised by her resistance. In fact, I expected it. She had always been fiercely independent, unwilling to cede control to anyone, even herself. When she
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JUDY’S POVWhen I stepped into Chris’ new place, I felt an uneasy tension ripple through me. The dim lighting and minimalist décor were a stark contrast to the vibrant, chaotic life we had shared before. The silence was unnerving, almost as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. It wasn’t just the place that unsettled me—it was the foreboding sense that something pivotal was about to unfold.When my eyes landed on the meticulously arranged sex objects in the room, my breath hitched. The space was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was intimate yet clinical, like a stage carefully designed for an unspoken play. Each detail seemed calculated to provoke, challenge, and reveal.“Welcome,” Chris said, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper. “We’re supposed to be a normal couple, Chris.” I repeated, but quite faintly.He ignored my plea. When Chris removed his T-shirt and grabbed another black, this sexy look which was both foreboding as well as
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JUDY’S POV“I swear, I’ll make it up to you and I know it’ll take time…”Just when I thought that Chris would continue, that was the time when he decided to change the atmosphere in the room. I looked up to him and said nothing. Then, to my amazement, he gives me his hand to help me get up. “Come, I’ll guide you through the props.”Chris proved to be an exceptional guide, walking me through the intricacies of every detail with a clear and engaging explanation. His knowledge seemed boundless as she dived into the specifics of dungeons, dungeon masters, and the intricately designed scene rooms, each carefully curated with a unique array of props tailored to enhance the ambiance of its theme. Throughout the visit, his gaze rarely left me, his attention more focused on my reactions than on the explanations themselves. We passed through a variety of rooms, each with its own distinct purpose and aesthetic, until we arrived at one that caught my attention. Chris paused here, his tone s
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JUDY’S POVThe silk ropes brushed against my skin, their softness betraying the firm grip they had on my wrists and ankles. My breathing quickened as Chris tied the final knot, his movements deliberate and steady. I had agreed to this, albeit hesitantly, as part of my attempt to understand the pull Chris had over me and, perhaps, over myself. However now, as I lay bound and blindfolded, I could feel every nerve in my body coming alive in ways I hadn’t anticipated.The blindfold darkened my world, plunging me into an unfamiliar void. Without sight, every sound seemed louder, every touch magnified. I could hear Chris moving around the room—his footsteps, the subtle rustle of fabric, the soft creak of furniture. My heart pounded against my ribcage, torn between curiosity and apprehension."Are you okay?" Chris’ voice came from somewhere close, deep and reassuring.I nodded, my words failing me. The silk around my wrists wasn’t painful, but it held me firmly in place, leaving me both vul
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CHRIS POVIn truth, I had never seen Judy as a mere plaything. That perception would diminish the complexity of what I saw in her—the depths she tried to hide, the unspoken desires she buried so deeply even she seemed unaware of them. I understood because I recognised a reflection of myself in her. The same struggle, the same yearning for freedom mixed with the fear of surrendering control. It wasn’t about dominance; it was about unveiling something raw and real, something she hadn’t yet allowed herself to confront.But I had gone too far. That much was clear. Bringing her into my world, exposing her to a side of me she hadn’t asked to see—it was reckless. Even now, I could still see the conflict in her eyes, the way she hesitated before walking out of my place. Part of her wanted to stay, I was certain of it. But the larger part was terrified. I hadn’t anticipated that fear. Or maybe I had and ignored it, convinced that she just needed a push to see things my way.After she left,
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JUDY’S POVMy thumb had lingered over the glowing answer button, wavering as a storm of emotions churned inside me. It had been so long since I had distanced myself from his cryptic and alluring world, a choice that had built an invisible wall between us. In all this time, he hadn’t reached out—not once—and I had convinced myself that this silence was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps it was easier to leave the past untouched, to let our connection fade into an uneasy stillness. Yet now, as his name lit up my screen, the fragile equilibrium I had crafted felt ready to shatter.The silence between us had been both a balm and a burden—a space I needed to rebuild myself but one that also left an ache in my chest.Finally, I pressed accept.“Hey,” I said cautiously, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me.“Hey,” Chris replied. His voice was calm, smooth, and disarming as always, a distinct contrast to the tension I felt.“How’s it going?” he asked, his tone as casual as if we w
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JUDY’S POVWow! The silence stretched between us like a fragile thread, taut with all the emotions I was too afraid to voice. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, staring at the muted glow of my phone, my heart thundering in my chest. Chris was still on the other end of the line, waiting, his quiet patience making the moment feel heavier.And then, before I could stop myself, the words slipped out, soft but laden with truth, “I missed you too.”There was a pause, just long enough for my face to flush with the realisation of what I had said. I didn’t plan to admit it—it wasn’t even fully clear to me until the words had left my lips. However it was true. Despite everything that had transpired, despite the confusion, the anger, and the hurt, I missed him. I missed his voice, his steady presence, the way he made me feel both safe and unsteady at the same time.It wasn’t simple longing; it was far more complicated than that. I missed him because, for better or worse, Chris had seen throu
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JUDY’S POV“Chris! At first it was fine, but now it’s torture…”“It serves you right, Judy. You’ve disobeyed and you deserve the punishment. Wasn’t what you were looking for anyway? Didn’t you ask me for this?”I did yes, but I had no idea things would take this turn.The enema tube remained inside me for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Every second dragged on, stretching my endurance to its limits. A deep discomfort settled over me, making me hyper-aware of every sensation. My body tensed instinctively, fighting against the unfamiliar pressure, and I could feel my breath growing unsteady. The minutes crawled by, each one testing my patience and resilience. It wasn’t just physical—it was a mental challenge as well, a battle between endurance and the overwhelming urge to make it stop.The childhood fear of suppositories resurfaced with full force, wrapping around me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. The memories of discomfort and helpless
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JUDY’S POVGosh! What had I gotten myself into? I could never have imagined this world would be so overwhelming, so intense. It felt as though I had been shoved off a cliff into deep, uncharted waters without knowing how to swim. My instincts screamed for survival, urging me to fight against the overwhelming tide, to push through the unknown in search of solid ground. Nevertheless, the more I struggled, the more I realised that this wasn’t just about staying afloat—it was about surrendering to the current, letting it take me where it willed, even if the journey was painful.Every stroke forward felt like a battle against forces far stronger than me, a relentless pull that both tormented and tempted. Yet, deep inside, I knew that beyond the ache and exhaustion, there was something waiting for me—something transformative. Perhaps this struggle wasn’t meant to break me but to shape me, to test my limits before finally granting me the solace my soul unknowingly craved.The experiences
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JUDY’S POVAfter hours of intense passion, Chris and I were far from satisfied. Our bodies were exhausted, yet our hunger for each other remained insatiable. The connection between us sparked like electricity, pulling us deeper into an exploration that had no end in sight. However, tonight wasn’t just about what we had already experienced—it was about what was going to unfold.The arrival of new tools had caught me completely off guard. Chris had given me strict instructions not to open the boxes before he arrived, and I had obeyed without question, trusting that he had something special in store. My curiosity had been nearly unbearable, but my desire to please him had outweighed the temptation.Now, as he slowly unveiled the contents before me, my heart throbbed. The anticipation that had been simmering for days finally reached its breaking point. My pulse quickened, heat pooling deep inside me as I took in the sight of what he had planned. The mystery was finally being revealed,
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CHRIS’ POVThere was a deep contradiction in my emotions—on the surface, I played the role of dominance, strict and unyielding, yet beneath it all, I held Judy in the highest regard. Every harsh word, every act of control, was part of the unspoken trust we shared, a language only we understood. She was not merely a participant in our game; she was my Queen, the one who commanded my reverence even in submission. In treating her harshly, I was not diminishing her—I was exalting her, honouring the strength that allowed her to receive and endure. The game was built on power, but my feelings went beyond it. There was admiration, devotion, and something close to worship woven into every interaction.Every moment with Judy was precious, and I intended to savour every second of my short leave with her. My world, my desires, my very sense of belonging—all of it revolved around her. As an introvert, my energy was reserved for only those who truly mattered, and no one mattered more than Judy
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JUDY’S POVAfterwards, with the warmth of the moment still lingering between us, hunger slowly began to take over. Our bodies were exhausted but in desperate need of nourishment. With a shared glance and a quiet chuckle, we pulled ourselves out of bed and made our way to the kitchen, the cool morning air brushing against our skin as we moved.Fortunately, my parents had left for a trip, which spared us from any awkward encounters or explanations. The house felt unusually quiet, the usual background noise of my family missing, leaving just the soft sound of our footsteps against the wooden floor. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief—this was a rare moment of complete privacy, where we didn’t have to worry about interruptions.As I stepped into the kitchen, I instinctively reached for the ingredients to make breakfast. The familiar routine of cooking helped ground me after the intensity of the night before. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air as I moved around the space, cra
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JUDY’S POV“Punish me!” I exclaimed.“Your punishment is you won’t be allowed to cum.”“Mmm… Sounds impossible.”“You naughty kitten!”Chris kept on hitting me deep inside while I twist my hips to the rythmn of his moves. He tap my butt.“Judy! Stay put! You’ll make me cum too early and I don’t want that. I want to enjoy your pussy,” Chris scolded me.The more he scolded, the more I was turned on. Since I was already so wet, the sound of him fucking me was driving me nuts. He was also enjoying fucking me.“Judy! Don’t!” Chris protested while I still broke his rules.Ultimately, I cummed on his dick and he came right after. Still, I wanted more and I kept begging, but this time, Chris was more strict on his punishment.“Since you weren’t allowed to cum, you broke the rule, now you earn a punishment.”“No, I want more of your dick!”“You can’t have it any more.”“Alright, I’ll fuck myself then.”As soon as I parted my legs to finger myself, Chris stopped me.“Kitten… You have been break
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JUDY’S POVFortunately, nobody was home. Chris carried me to the sofa in the living room, lay me on my tummy and gently spanked my buttocks.“My kitten needs a lot of punishment,” Chris said.“Meow,” I mumbled.He positioned himself behind me and made me go on my knees on the sofa.“What a great view Judy. I’ve missed you ass.”“Mmm… Chris…”As soon as he heard me moan, he moved his mouth closer to my opening. At first he sniffed, as if inhaling my scent which I was sure he had missed.“You smell awesome, kitten.”In a trice, he licked the opening gently and my heart throbbed. It felt so good and it had been way too long that I could feel the wetness building up. Within a few minutes, I cummed but Chris kept lapping on my juices.The more he lapped, the more I cummed. I believed that was why he had kept me so hungry all these weeks and he was right; the time we would be together I would taste the elixir. Indeed!All of a sudden, I felt him penetrating deeply inside and started poundin
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JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
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CHRIS’ POVAfter ending the video call with Thane, I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. My mind was a storm of emotions—guilt, uncertainty, frustration. I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I had unknowingly shaped Judy’s desires, that she wasn’t with me out of love but because of some unresolved trauma. The weight of that realisation sat heavy on my chest.I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go back to the training centre either. I needed an outlet, something to channel this frustration into before it consumed me.So, I went to the gym.The moment I walked in, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my lungs. The rhythmic pounding of weights, the faint sound of grunts and exertion, the steady beat of a playlist blasting through the speakers—it was grounding. Without hesitation, I changed into my workout gear and headed straight to the punching bag.I wrapped my hands, flexing my fingers as I took a deep breath. Then, I started throwing punches. Hard. Fast. One after th
