The rhythmic crack of my whip is punctuated by his panting voice. Droplets glisten against his brow and corona. I reach for him and slowly clench my hand. He groans and pushes his hips ever so slightly forward.
"Look at me Pet. Why are you here?"
"Surrender, obedience, and gratitude M'am," he whispers.
Smiling, I kiss his brow. He has given me his trust and his heart.