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Her bedroom was exactly as I imagined it.

Neat, the most minimal things taking up space.

There was a large king bed, dark nightstands on either side, and one sleek black dresser.

The bed sat adjacent to the fireplace, which was already on, lit with a calm flame.

The curtains lining the back wall were closed, enabling us privacy.

"Get undressed."

Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts, watching as she walked over to one of the three doors.

I curiously watched her as I slid my leggings and underwear down, tugging my shirt over my head.

Then I reached for my bra, unhooking it and sliding the material down my arms.

I folded my arms over my chest, letting out a long breath as I stood by the pile of my discarded clothes and her bed.

Monroe emerged from the attached room, which I couldn't quite get a good view of, holding various things in her hands.

The black rope was what I zoned in on.

I drew in a deep breath, staring forward as I tried to ignore my heart pounding in my ears.

"Hold your hands behind your back," I heard her calmly say, setting the various items on the bed behind me.

I unfolded my arms from my chest, hesitantly guiding them behind my back for her.

I felt the smoothness of her fingers around my wrists.

Then, I felt the roughness of the rope.

It was quiet—eerily silent as she calmly tied my arms behind my back.

The tighter the restraint got, the more nervous I felt, trying to breathe deeper to help calm my nerves.

But it was hard to feel calm when she was done.

Not with how firm the ropes were tied, ensuring I couldn't move an inch even if I gave it my best strength.

The rope was tied around my arms completely, not just my wrists.

"Kneel," Monroe finally spoke again, her voice lowered in the calm air.

I blinked a few times, trying my best to kneel down with my arms tied behind me.

But fuck was it hard.

I grunted when my knees fell harshly against the cold floor, trying to steady myself better.

All I could do was sit on my legs folded underneath me, not having the strength to lean up.

Monroe guided me to lean away from my legs anyway, holding my hips in place as she lowered down to my level.

Then her touch smoothed across my ankles, holding them together as she secured the rope around them.

"Monroe," I suddenly whispered, feeling my nerves triple as she tied my ankles tightly together.

"Yes darling?" she calmly asked, too calm in my opinion.

"So uh," I breathed out, staring forward at the fireplace, "What are the punishments?"

Monroe secured the rope in place, "Nervous?" she asked me, pulling away from my ankles and rising to her height.

"Yes," I didn't hesitate to say.

Lying in general just didn't sound like a good idea.

"Good," Monroe said, and I tried to turn my head slightly to see what she was grabbing next, "You should be."

I furrowed my brows when stepped in front of me, holding a white candle and a lighter.

She flicked the lighter on with ease, lighting the wick before leaning down to me.

I drew in a deep breath when she firmly guided my knee away from the other one, placing the candle directly between my spread legs, below my center.

"This will ensure that you remain still for me," Monroe explained, rising back up to her tall height, "Or if you try to close your pretty legs on me."

I clenched my jaw at her attractive words, feeling a heat run through my body.

Or maybe that was the flame from the candle directly beneath me, ensuring I didn't lower down or close my legs.

I was bound in place by rope, remaining still out of fear of that flame against my skin.

Or somewhere worse.

All I could do was stare down at it below me, my body stiff as I remained stuck in place.

Until I glanced back up and noticed Monroe standing in front of me again.

This time she held something small in her hand, it almost looked like a bobby pin with soft rubber ends.

"What is that?" I asked, furrowing my brows when she leaned down to me.

I gasped slightly, trying to remain still when she reached down to my core and casually smoothed her fingers over my slick folds.

"A clamp," she explained, holding my stare as she reached her other hand down.

I shifted slightly when she gently spread my folds away from my clit, sliding the clamp onto my sensitive bud.

I squeezed my eyes shut at the discomfort, especially when her fingers remained there, tightening the clamp more and more until—

"It hurts," I forced out shifting under her touch.

Monroe tightened it a little more, making me draw in deeper breaths.

"I know darling," she softly whispered, finally withdrawing her fingers.

The firm pressure remained even as she withdrew her touch, making my core ache with a mix of pleasure and pain.

I clenched my jaw, noticing her grabbing two more clamps from her pocket.

It looked just like the other, with rubber ends.

"No-no," I unconsciously pleaded when she reached for my chest, leaning away as much as I could.

But I could only get so far—barely even a centimeter with the way she had me tied up.

"Please," I forced out, arching my chest inward as much as I could.

"Liberty," Monroe said, her voice firm and her stare precise, "Take your punishment like a good girl or we can make this worse," she said, bringing her thumb to my lips, "Okay darling?"

I drew in a series of deep breaths, "Okay," I whispered as she slid her thumb past my lips and into my mouth.

The action was brief, sliding her thumb out and lowering it to my chest.

I whimpered, shivers rolling down my spine when she ran her wet thumb over my nipple.

"Good girl," Monroe murmured as she eyed my nipple growing harder for her—allowing her to secure the clamp around it.

I bit my tongue as she tightened the clamp more and more, staring forward as tears burned in my eyes.

The pinch around my nipple grew unbearable.

I tried to be still and not make a sound—but at some point, a whine burned in my throat, trying not to jerk under her touch.

Finally, she withdrew again, and instead of bringing her thumb back to my lips...

She brought it to her own, naturally making my breathing stall.

Or maybe it was already stalled given how much this fucking hurts.

It feels like I can't breathe.

But somehow watching her slide her thumb, the same one that was in my mouth, into her own...

It made my face burn up.

Another whimper vibrated in my throat when she ran her wet thumb over my other nipple, spreading our saliva onto my hardened peak.

Then she secured the other clamp around my nipple.

"You're doing very good for me, Liberty," Monroe said, earning a weak hum from me.

Especially as I squeezed my hands tied behind me into fists, digging my nails into my palms as she tightened the clamp more and more around my nipple.

The pinch felt more unbearable than the other, earning a choked whimper from me as my legs trembled to stay in place.

Until finally.

She withdrew.

"Good girl," she praised me, eyeing my body in approval as she rose to her original height.

"Thank you," I whispered, sniffling as I stared forward.

I felt so uncomfortable—from the clamps to the candle below me.

Even the restraints.

It felt like there was so much keeping me stuck in place.

I already feel overstimulated.

"You can be such a good girl for me, Liberty," Monroe whispered, gently grabbing my chin to angle my head back, "Why do you have to misbehave darling? I could be doing very nice things to your body right now."

"I'm sorry," I immediately said, staring up at her with nothing but a pleading look.

She likes it when I beg or plead.

"Let's see how sorry sweetheart," she murmured, glancing down to my lips that she smoothed her thumb over.

It made my face burn up, watching as she stared at my lips for a moment.

A very long moment, she looked to be deep in thought.

Until she glanced away, letting go of my chin and walking past me.

"I contemplated giving you counts as we did last time," I heard her say from behind me, "But you lied many times, Liberty. Your behavior last night was unacceptable as well."

I sniffled, tears burning in my eyes as I unconsciously began crying—hoping that would be enough for her to go easier on me.

"I'm sorry-I'm so sorry," I whispered as the warm tears escaped my eyes, trembling to stay in place.

"I'm not going to ask you to count," Monroe said, disregarding my apology as she stood behind me, "I assume you're going to lose track once I'm finished with you."

More tears burned in my eyes, turning my head slightly to get a glance at her.

She had something in her hand, it was black and had numerous leather strings hanging from the handle.

"This is a flogger, Liberty," she told me, noticing my line of sight, "It's worse than any spanking I could give you over my lap."

I couldn't help but full-on cry at her words, realizing this punishment wouldn't be sexual pain.

It's something entirely different.

"Face forward," Monroe instructed, making me immediately turn around, my body trembling as I tried to remain in place over the candle—the clamps making me ache painfully.

It felt like the air had been knocked out of me, gasping for air as soon as I felt the roughness of the flogger against me.

The sound of it against my skin echoed through the air.

Then my cries filtered in around me, feeling the burning it left behind on my skin.

It felt like the aftermath of somebody scratching you.

"Good, Liberty," I heard her voice echo in my ears.

I jerked forward when she brought the flogger down again, squeezing my eyes closed as a choked moan escaped my lips.

It was unconscious—the pain was so overwhelming, yet I felt a pleasure.

An ache buried at my core.

And the clamps didn't help.

It only made the pulse more intense.

Especially as Monroe kept bringing the flogger down against my backside, even shifting lower to spank it against my ass.

Her voice echoed in my ears, but I couldn't make out anything through my cries, trembling to keep myself from collapsing entirely and burning myself on the candle below me.

She was right.

I did lose track of the counts, especially when she circled around me—moving onto my front.

If I thought the backside was bad...

This was worse.

So much fucking worse.

"Please stop," I forced out, my voice raw and scratchy from how much I had been crying.

"You know your safe word, Liberty," Monroe calmly reminded me.

Then she brought the flogger down—

Against my chest.

A scream burned my throat, my entire body shaking as I gasped for air.

My sobs followed after it, breaking down entirely.

I gave up.

I couldn't do it anymore.

I lowered down onto the candle, purposefully, to sit on my folded legs even if it meant I would burn myself.

I didn't care anymore.

But Monroe grabbed me before I could.

"You say your safeword," she said, her voice firmer with me, "You don't do that," she emphasized, motioning to the candle beneath me.

"I-I can't anymore, I really can't, mommy please," I begged her, tears streaming down my face, my puffy eyes barely able to stay open.

"Say the word, Liberty," Monroe demanded, her stare burning into my half-open eyes.

I shook my head rapidly, "I-I," I choked out, sucking in a deep breath, "I don't want to," I forced out, not wanting to give in yet.

I deserve to endure more.

"I want to show you that I'm sorry mommy," I whispered, sniffling as more tears burned in my eyes, "I'm so sorry."

Monroe stared down at me expressionlessly, "If it's too much, you say your safeword, Liberty. You know this," she insisted, eyeing my face.

"It's not too much—I'll take more for you. I can show you that I'm good," I rushed out, my words weak and stuck together.

All I wanted was to please her—she wants me to take my punishment like a good girl and I will.

Monroe let go of my chin, remaining silent almost in thought.

Her blue eyes trailed my face for another moment, tilting her head slightly.

"How do you feel, Liberty?"

The question was softened, her eyes glancing down to trail my body before meeting my stare again.

"It hurts," I admitted in a whisper, glancing down in shame, "But-but it feels good too," I quickly added, recognizing the ache between my legs.

"Liberty," Monroe softly whispered, her voice much closer as she lowered down to my level.

I glanced up when she gently cupped my cheek, carefully wiping away my stray tears.

"Tell me what happens if you use your safeword, darling," she said, leaning her face closer to mine as she stared so deeply into my eyes.

"It stops," I answered her, not wanting to upset her in any possible way.

"Do you feel safe with me right now?" Monroe asked me, her stare not wavering from mine, "Do you feel like you can use your safeword?"

I blinked the tears in my eyes away, nodding once, "Yes mommy," I whispered, glancing down to her lips.

Monroe furrowed her brows in response, staring at me for a long moment.

It was a moment of openly analyzing me, her eyes carefully trailing my flushed face.

Until she suddenly nodded once, rising to her full height.

Then she brought the flogger down against me again.

This time much lower.

My scream echoed around us, the sensation stinging my most sensitive area.

Another weak scream tore from my throat in the aftermath of the sensation, sobbing as my chest violently shook with each cry.

"That's for lying to me from the beginning," Monroe calmly said as I sobbed harder.

My legs burned so much that they felt numb, my entire body pulsing from that flogger.

My body stung actually—I even noticed the red welts on my stomach.

My chest rose and fell with each of my soft cries, noticing her reaching for one of the clamps around my nipples.

I shook my head, "No-no-please—"

I screamed even louder, my throat burning as she tore the clamp from my tender peak.

"Shhhh," she gently said, rubbing her fingers against my aching nipple as I sobbed hysterically, "That's for going against my word last night, darling."

My body shook rapidly as she reached for the other clamp, but this time...

She loosened it instead of pulling it off, relieving me entirely.

Especially as she gently massaged my nipples, cupping my breasts in her hands.

It was a brief moment of silence—minus my sniffles and soft cries, trembling to stay upright for her.

My entire world nearly caved in when Monroe finally grabbed the candle between my legs and blew it out.

I collapsed forward immediately.

"Liberty."

Her voice echoed in my ears, feeling her firmly grab my shoulder, preventing me from falling face-first onto the ground.

"I'm sorry—I'm really sorry," I forced out as she let go of my shoulder, walking over to throw the candle out in the small trashcan by her dresser, "My legs... really hurt. Please let me sit down."

Monroe didn't say anything as she walked back over to me, the only thing echoing around us were my shallow breaths and sniffles, trembling to stay upright.

She walked past me as I stared forward, praying she would tell me I could sit.

But she never said I could.

Instead, she placed a pillow in front of me, gently lowering me down as my knees remained bent under me.

It was an instant relief, letting out a shaky breath as I settled against the pillow.

"How's that darling?" Monroe asked me, adjusting my bent legs as my ass remained in the air.

"Good," I forced out, my voice so raspy and weak, I barely recognized it, "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," she murmured as she lowered onto her knees beside me, subtly drawing her hand down between my legs, "Arch for me, Liberty."

I squeezed my eyes tighter shut, straining to curve against the pillow for her.

"You can do more darling," Monroe calmly said, making a choked whimper vibrate in my throat as I attempted to arch even deeper for her.

Even if it made pain shoot through my body.

"There you go, Liberty," she softly whispered as I gasped, jerking forward when she messed with the clamp still attached to my clit, "My beautiful girl."

I forced a weak hum, sniffling as I tried to be still for her.

Especially as she loosened the clamp, carefully removing it from my clit.

My body relaxed immediately, unconsciously crying again as I tried to focus on anything but the pain.

"Shhhh I got you, darling," she reassured me, remaining kneeling beside me as she began playing with my sensitive clit.

I shifted and jerked under her, moaning through my cries.

She only hummed, lapping her fingers in my wetness as she dipped down to my entrance.

"You're very wet for me, Liberty," she whispered so softly, earning a weak moan from me as she slid two fingers past my folds.

I tensed entirely underneath her, trembling as she thrusted in and out of me.

"And very tight, my god," Monroe murmured almost to herself, keeping a deep and slow pace.

My face burned from her words, pressing my cheek deeper into the pillow when I felt her spread her fingers apart inside of me.

I whimpered, squeezing my sore legs as she deepened her strokes.

"Very good girl," she praised me, slowly sliding out of me, "Will you take three for me, darling?"

"Yes," I forced out without even thinking it through.

I just wanted to please her.

A choked whimper escaped my lips, muffled by the pillow underneath me as she slowly sunk a third finger inside of me.

She used her other hand to spread my folds apart, angling her fingers against my spot.

"You feel perfect around me, Liberty," she softly whispered as I drew in rapid breaths.

"Thank-thank you," I forced out shakily, squeezing my eyes shut as she repeatedly hit my spot.

It felt so easy to reach my peak.

And I knew she could feel it.

I knew she could feel me tightening around her fingers.

"Why?" I whined weakly, feeling her slide out of me before I could hit my orgasm.

She started playing with my swollen clit instead.

"This is called edge play, Liberty," her voice echoed in my ears, flicking my clit even faster as I moaned and whimpered, "We can both agree that you don't deserve an orgasm."

Tears burned in my eyes at her degrading words, feeling myself quickly shoot up to my peak at a pace that made my head grow dizzy.

I tried to hide it by staying silent or not letting my legs tremble.

But it was fucking impossible.

My legs shook whether I liked it or not, and my moans unconsciously grew louder.

"No-no," I cried out desperately, leaning away from her touch.

Monroe grabbed my hips to hold me in place, "You know your safeword darling," she reminded me, sliding three fingers past my entrance as I tensed underneath her.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remain still for her as she slid in and out of me at a quicker pace.

I could hear myself with each stroke, my wetness quickly growing around her fingers.

Her pace was rushed and quickly sent me up toward my peak.

She slid out of me yet again—right as I tightened around her, making me gasp for air as an ache settled at my core.

I started sobbing from the overstimulation alone, especially when she went right back to playing with my clit.

It was like a pattern—one that I lost track of.

I just focused on remaining still for her, moaning through my cries as I prayed for the moment she would let me have my orgasm.

But she never did.

She pulled away entirely at one point, reaching to untie my ankles first as I silently cried, trembling under her touch.

After carefully stretching my legs out from the bent position, she untied my arms next, massaging them first before guiding them to lower down by my side.

Still, an ache pulsed through my arms, feeling the soreness from previously squeezing them.

Just like my legs that ached from tightening them.

The air burned my puffy eyes as she gently guided me to lay on my back, sliding her arms underneath me to lift me in her arms, bridal style.

I was silent as she carried me to the bed and lowered me down to sit on the edge, my sore legs dangling off the side.

"You did very good for me darling," Monroe said, cupping my face in her hands as she stared down at me.

I said nothing, staring up at her through teary eyes.

There wasn't any energy left to say anything—my throat hurt, so did my entire body, and my head was aching to a point where I considered if it would fall off my shoulders.

"My sweet girl," she softly whispered, leaning her face down closer to mine, "Come here."

I sniffled as she pulled me into a hug, holding me so close to her body.

Tears weighed down my eyes before I could process it, clinging to her as I silently cried in her arms.

"Everything hurts," I forced out, my voice raw and inaudible.

"I'm going to take care of you, darling," Monroe assured me, caressing her hands up my back, "Everything is okay. You're safe."

More tears escaped my eyes, trembling as I clung to her body.

I didn't have any energy left to say anything else, and Monroe seemed to understand that.

She held me until I was calm again, my body relaxed against hers instead of full-on shaking.

She grabbed me one of her soft sweaters to wear to bed and a first-aid kit from her bathroom.

The priority was cleaning the various raised welts, smearing a generous amount of ointment onto each one.

It soothed the stinging within seconds, relaxing under her touch entirely.

Next, she pulled her sweater over my head, adjusting it on my body as her familiar detergent wrapped around me.

She retreated to the bathroom again, grabbing a cup and a freshly opened toothbrush with toothpaste on it.

She brushed my teeth for me, her actions gentle as she focused all her attention on my mouth.

After that, she untucked the covers and guided me to lay down, pulling the thick cover over me.

She walked back over to the bathroom, discarding the cup and toothbrush.

I continued silently staring up at the ceiling as I heard her steps patter into the room again.

I didn't bother looking over until I noticed her gently pulling the comforter away from me.

But only to carefully clean between my legs, gently wiping away the mess she had previously made from me.

Then she layered a furry blanket over me.

It was... a heated blanket.

And it felt so good once she turned it on and pulled the comforter back over me as well.

I thought about Kaia.

How she told me I should get a heated blanket.

Then I recalled what I would need to do after this.

I can't be her friend anymore.

"I need to handle the mess downstairs darling," Monroe softly whispered as she tucked the covers in around me.

"I'm sorry," I unconsciously whispered, suddenly remembering everything I had done.

I didn't mean to mess up her house.

"No, I'm sorry," Monroe said, reaching up to gently cup my face in her hands, "You need to be held right now, but," she paused for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, "That mess, those papers everywhere, the oily salad on my table, it's all at the back of my head. I can't focus properly."

I nodded, eyeing her face for a moment as I processed her words.

She seemed genuinely bothered by something for once.

It was an odd look on her, one that I couldn't quite grasp fully.

"Monroe, it's okay," I assured her, reaching up to gently grab one of her hands cupping my face, holding it in mine instead, "I get you, remember?"

Monroe remained silent as she stared down at me, relaxing her hand in mine.

"You get me," she suddenly whispered, tilting her head slightly as her eyes trailed my face.

Her words almost sounded like a question—like she was questioning what I said.

"I get you, baby," I repeated again, emphasizing the three words.

I immediately noticed her shoulders slowly relax, something on her face shifting.

I just couldn't quite tell what.

Was it the look in her eyes?

The way her tight jaw loosened?

My brows raised slightly when she leaned down to me—sliding her arms under the covers to wrap around me.

Then she buried her face in my chest, making my heart beat quicker in my chest.

I couldn't tell what her intentions were behind the actions, but it felt intimate to me.

Almost like she was letting me in, even if all she did was hug me.

Maybe it was the position of the hug—for once positioning her head below mine.

It took me a few seconds before I realized I hadn't hugged her back.

I quickly reached up, wrapping my arms around her waist as I reciprocated her hug.

Our bodies relaxed deeper against each other, a calm silence filtering in around us.

Suddenly, I began contemplating something deeper.

Monroe was probably the most complex person I've met, and I always assumed this was just who she was.

But I didn't become who I was without my mother.

Maybe there's something deeper here with Monroe.

Her calm demeanor, or the way she has a certain way of doing things...

Maybe something contributed to this.

Or someone?

I think it's something I want to figure out.

I want to know more about what makes her... her.

I let out a soft sigh when she pulled away slightly—noticing her right by face, hers just inches from mine.

Her blue eyes burned into mine for a moment.

The longest seconds of my life honestly.

But I was so comfortable with her open stare by now, that it didn't bother me.

I just stared back at her, reaching up to carefully fix her bangs.

There were only a few brown strands out of place, ensuring they were as she liked them.

Maybe that's how I can meet her halfway.

Ensuring everything is to her liking.

I suddenly lowered my hand, glancing back down to meet her stare.

Monroe's lips twitched up as soon as our eyes locked.

Then she suddenly leaned into me and—

Kissed my cheek.

Her lips were soft against my skin, making my face burn from the sudden action.

It felt more intimate than a kiss itself.

Especially when she lingered for a few seconds, holding my stare entirely.

Then she pulled away, rising to her tall height.

"I'll be back," she said, reaching down to gently tuck a few stray curls from my face, "My beautiful girl."

I smiled slightly at her words, feeling my face burn up from them, "Take your time," I encouraged her.

Monroe hummed in response, her lips still pulled into a subtle smile as she turned away from me, walking out of the bedroom.

She left the door open as she walked out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I felt content underneath the heated blanket, relaxing with a soft sigh as I closed my heavy eyes.

I felt exhausted, especially with how everything still ached.

Especially my head.

Closing my eyes really helped, so I decided to lay there and rest my eyes until Monroe came back.

Or that was my intention.

I drifted into a deep sleep instead, relaxing in her bed as I turned on my side and nuzzled into the soft pillows.