Tender Heart High Nine

Previously On Tender Heart High 1


“You even as so once try and move this time, so god help me,” he hissed, slapping her hard across the face again. “Say it, say it.”2

She nodded, this time with no intention of moving. She had him were she wanted him. The beast she knew that he hid silently within him, the ones he was so scared about letting free was erupting. Very soon she would see him, very soon she would have the pleasure of being torn apart by his bloody bare hands. Right now she just needed to get him mad enough, mad enough to completely snap, to set the beast free. Then she would get what she desired.3

“Yes master... I promise you this time I wont move an inch,” and with that she lay back, her tired legs spread, waiting, breathing heavily for the beast to ravish her completely. 4


Tender heart High Nine 5

He gathered his supplies. The ones he had thrown to the floor in rage, upon seeing her betray him, upon seeing her disobey and break his promise. She would be punished for her acts. He would give her the uttermost torturous inflicted pain he could muster in himself to immerse himself in. To inflict upon her swollen, bleeding, tired aching, wanton body.6

She thought she had him right were she wanted him. She thought that he would forget and forgive and move on, just pleasure he. Oh how she was wrong. How could she even let such silly thoughts enter her pretty little head? Did she underestimate the power he had over her? Did she think he would back down in the name of love? 7

If she did she was so sadly mistaken. He would not back down for no one. He was the master, he made the rules, and it was on her own foolish accord that she had chosen to betray his orders, ignore his wishes, simple as they were. He would teach her a lesson, show her a thing or to about restraint, and how if she did not want to induce and suffer his kind of sadistic pain, then she would learn to listen, learn to open her god damn ear, and take into account, what he was really capable of doing.8

He held his supplies on his arms, carried them over to his bed, and rested them beside her. 9

Taking a scarf from the top of the pile, he crawled behind her on the bed, yanking her body up, alarming her senses that he was ready, and that she better shape up, or be gone.10

“From here on I want silence, you will nod if I ask you a question that has a simple answer of yes, and likewise you will shake your head if I ask you simple question with an answer of No, is that understood.”11

She nodded, this time listening to his orders.12

“Good girl, now pull that hair away so that I can tie this scarf around your eyes.”13

Following his order again, she pulled her hair aside, allowing him to wrap the scarf tightly around her eyes. His pulled it tighter, sticking a finger under to feel his way past her temple. Good, he thought to himself, knowing that she would not be able to see, if he could not even slide a finger under it. He pulled he hair away softly, running his hands across her shoulders. God how she looked so beautiful, so beautiful broken, and ready to be torn apart by the carnal like beast within.14

“Alright, Now I am going to need you to move backwards with me baby, Do you understand what I am asking you to do.”15

She nodded, feeling his warm, tender loving hands upon her shoulders. How her body withered under his touch, she could feel herself being dragged slowly backwards, and followed his lead. Feeling a pain deep inside, knowing that things were about to get ugly. A small tear escaped her eye. 16

Oh how she wanted it to be hard, to be rough, to be like he wanted, but the feeling was beginning to fade, as she felt a slight shiver from his touch. She wished secretly that just today he might want to stop, and take he slowly, lovingly, caress her, and send her body into a slow peaceful ecxtacy. Instead she was aware that dreams were made for dreamers, and that fantasy was made for the realist who dare to live life on the edge. 17

She knew very well going into the relationship that he loved the pain. He loved the pleasure in watching her scream, watching her cry for sweet Mercy. How could she ever deny him of that?18

“Good girl,” he said, laying a hard kiss upon her shoulder blades.19

She felt the coldness of metal clasp around her wrist, and the sound of the latch as he pulled in tightly over her wrist, just loose enough to let her blood circulate. He moved onto the next hand, doing the same, until her hands were extended painfully behind her head.20

“Now you must understand that you were a very naughty girl, you did not follow my orders, and you did not do as I wished. I believed my order was simple, let me tell you that your smart ass attitude did you no favors either. You will be punished accordingly in whatever way fits me best, and you will take it, and you will beg me for more. If you scream it hurts, I will hurt you more, if you disobey me, I will induce my form of punishment, until you see the reasons behind what I do, and how I do it. Is that understood?”21

She nodded, tilting her head to to the side, as he spread her legs, tugging on her thighs. His hand scratching from the lips of her soaking, dampened pussy, all the way down to the tips of her toes. He attached another piece of metal to her ankles, making sure that her legs we evenly spread. He would give her the comfort of that.22

“Are you ready to take your punishment now?” He cried, as she heard the cracking sound of a whip against the end of the bed.23

She nodded, sweet tears of fear and joy streaming down her face.24

“Ready when you are.”