F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!! Chapter 202: A Trustworthy Relationship (R-18)

"..." I wait with full-blown anxiety for Esther’s next move. Every second that passes without her doing sothing makes more nervous, and strangely, even this anxiety has started to feel exciting.

’N-Never thought I’d ever be anxious for sothing that hurts...’ I want her to do sothing already! Whether it’s touching or spanking my ass! Just as long as she does it soon! But she’s deliberately staying quiet!

She does nothing, and because she makes no sound, all that’s left in the room is the sound of droplets dripping from onto the floor. I start panting, turning red. With every second, I get more aroused just from the pure anticipation that she’ll act in the next mont.

"E-Esther, please do sothing!!" I say, unable to take it anymore. It feels like an eternity since she last did anything.

"..." All I get in reply is silence, total silence that feeds my anxiety even more. Is Esther still here? Why isn’t she answering? Why can’t I hear anything besides my own body?.

"E-Esther, this isn’t funny!!? Esther!! Please do sothing!! ESTHER!?!" I struggle against this wooden contraption, the collar around my neck emitting a soft tallic jingle as my body trembles.

"E-Esther, please say sothing! Or do sothing!! Are you still there?... E-Esther, please tell you didn’t leave!!" I struggle more violently, my tail wagging agitatedly from side to side, adrenaline making tears spill from my eyes.

"E-Esther, please do sothing!! Hit !! Say sothing!!" Tears stream down my face as I gasp, breathing with difficulty from the tension. The feeling of being restrained without any stimulation is suffocating.

And for so reason, the excitent only grows, making more and more anxious for sothing, anything, no matter what it is. The dripping sound on the floor has increased.

"E-Esther, you can hit ! You don’t have to hold back!! J-Just hit !!!!" I plead for it, I need it! I need a response! My body thrashes harder against the restraints as I try to look back, but I can’t while bound.

FWSHH—CRACK!

"AAahhhhhhhh!!!!!" My body arches violently forward as my mind goes completely blank, my scream mixing with a moan. I climax so intensely it feels like electricity is coursing through my body.

The sensation is so overwhelming I feel like I might faint, drool running from my mouth as I tear up intensely, my breathing even more ragged than before.

Only after what feels like an eternity does my brain register that what I heard was the sound of a whip cutting through the air, followed by a loud crack as it struck my ass.

I can feel the mark throbbing and vibrating on my ass, a painful sting, yet strangely pleasurable. I feel exhausted; the orgasm was so intense my whole body gives in to it.

I only don’t collapse because I’m fastened to this wooden thing, but my legs tremble, going completely weak from what I just felt. I never thought a painful whip strike like that could be so pleasurable.

"I think we should stop here, Evelyn. You seem completely spent. If we continue, I think you might start feeling sick," I hear Esther’s voice as she cos to release from this wooden contraption.

I watch her unlock the padlock, but my gaze focuses on her beautiful smile and flushed face. She seems extrely turned on by all of this, more excited than during our first night when she took my virginity.

"Haa..." As soon as she frees from the restraint, she holds . My legs are too weak to support . I tilt my head back, looking at my ass. There’s a clear whip mark that even seems to be pulsing. It’s so blatant on my fair skin, and it’s burning. Now that the adrenaline has faded to so extent, it stings a little.

"Did you enjoy it, Evelyn?" Esther asks, guiding calmly. Droplets of my arousal are still trickling down my thighs. It’s so embarrassing, and I want to deny it, say I didn’t like it.

But... but I’m confused. It was... it was really good. It was weird, it was confusing, but I think I liked what I felt. The sensation of that last orgasm was one of the greatest pleasures I’ve ever felt in my life.

"Y-Yes..." I end up admitting I liked it, even though my ass is hurting now, and I don’t think I’ll be able to sit properly for a few hours. The mark is there and will stay there for a good while, but it didn’t break the skin, showing how she really controlled the force to only sting without injuring.

"I’ll help you get dressed..." She walks over to my clothes, which I had taken off earlier, and soon brings them back along with a cloth. She crouches down and starts wiping my thighs with the cloth, slowly moving up, patiently cleaning almost all the droplets despite more continuing to drip without my control.

"W-Why are you being so helpful and gentle?" It makes feel strange. She isn’t like this, or at least she never seed to be? Having her clean my body after the intense orgasm I just had makes feel weird.

"Who knows. I just think you deserve it. Now lift your leg, I’ll put your panties on... there... carefully." I obey her as she puts my clothes back on.

"Wouldn’t it be proper to take a bath?" Normally after sothing sexual, people take a bath, right? Or am I being weird about this?

"Yes, the proper thing would be a bath, just as it would be more hygienic for both of us. Considering BDSM practices can be long and involve things that cause pain, exceptional hygiene care is required to avoid problems."

"But we’re far from the bathroom, right? Besides, I think it’s better to take you to my mansion as soon as possible. So for now, you can go without bathing since it won’t make much difference. Also... do you really want to feel water touching your ass right now?" When she asks that, I shudder just imagining it.

My ass, still burning from the spanks and the single whip strike she gave . The red marks from the spanks and the vivid red mark from the whip clearly show they don’t want water poured on them yet.

"W-Why did you stop? I thought... I don’t know..." I murmur, confused by everything. I thought she’d want to keep whipping , not stop after just one strike.

"You thought I’d whip you nonstop?" she asks, buttoning my dress back up.

"Evelyn, I said BDSM is a ga of trust. Rember I said if you accepted , if you accepted the fact that I would hurt you, I would respect your limits? That’s what I’m doing."

"I’m validating your limits. Do you want more? Do you want to try more things right now?" When she asks, I quickly shake my head. I liked it, I can’t say I didn’t, but I’m exhausted. It was strangely draining and tiring even though it all lasted less than half an hour.

"BDSM is tiring, Evelyn, especially for the submissive side. We stimulate the brain a lot, and ntal exhaustion affects the body. Every adrenaline rush is sothing that tires the body and mind."

"In the future, we can play with many more things, we can last much longer, and I can whip you much harder and you’ll feel much more pleasure. But for now, for a beginner like you, one whip strike is enough."

"...Th-Thank you..."

"You trusted , but you were uncertain whether I’d respect you, weren’t you?" she asks, taking off her gloves and tossing them into a corner.

"...Y-Yes... I’m sorry..."

"Don’t apologize, Evelyn. Trust doesn’t an you can’t doubt. That’s a misconception. Trust ans you chose to believe even while feeling doubts. Soone who trusts without doubt is a naive fool."

"No one who understands trust really trusts without having doubts. Doubts are what keep us sharp to the truth. Blindly believing without ever doubting is never good; it only makes you miss obvious signs." She stops in front of , caressing my cheeks with her soft hands.

"I loved this. I’ve never felt so free and validated before. I’ve always liked BDSM but never really practiced it, and since I never practiced it, I could never really feel this good... thank you." She kisses , a soft and calm kiss. I kiss her back as I feel her removing my collar.

"Now shall we leave? I think we deserve so rest." She holds my hips, helping walk. My legs are still too weak to take steps without stumbling.

"Y-Yes... let’s go... ho..." For the first ti, I actually call Esther’s mansion ’ho’ with a smile on my face. I knew she could change. Even though she said she wouldn’t change for , changes are still inevitable, and that makes happy.

[Esther’s Favorability 15 (Total = 75/100) / Hatred Mark = 70/100]

I see the system alerting . Her love has increased, while the hatred mark decreased by 10 points. It gives a slight sense of satisfaction as I lean on Esther’s arm and we walk together, despite the embarrassnt I feel.

I... I feel safe. I think I’ve never felt so calm, controlled, and secure before. Having Esther holding the reins and showing how much she loves calms my dragon instincts and helps relax so much.

As if all the stress I went through during the war had evaporated into sothing distant. It makes give a small, soft smile. I don’t know if Esther deliberately did this to help or if it was chance, but I feel gratitude for this mont of calm.