Last_Rider
La Fin Absolue du Monde
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She stopped. Eric sobbed with relief when she stopped, whispering softly "thank you" over and over again when she tossed aside the branch. He lost sight of her for a moment as she cut the rope binding his ankles and he sagged even more, weak beyond anything he'd thought possible.
"I am going to cut you lose. You will stand strong when I do. If you fall, it will add to your final punishment when we return home. I am not going to heal you. You are going to walk back like this, as a reminder of what you did, what has happened and what is yet to come."
Fear lanced through Eric at those words, and he fought hard to get some kind of footing in his shaking legs. Being bound as they had been the muscles were tense and knotted, and he felt more fear at his ability to obey. Her eyes seemed not to care one way or the other. Then her knife cut the rope and his full weight came onto his legs.
Eric dropped to his hands and knees. His muscles in his legs were too tight, the backs of his thighs were still sore and bruised from the caning, his hips and quads were stretched and weak after being bound around the tree for so long. He cried silently, knowing he had earned more punishment, but also that he'd failed her.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to stand. His legs shook, blood still dripped a little from his swollen and darkening testicles, there was blood on his back from the tree bark biting into his skin, but he stood strong, hoping to at least temper his inevitable punishment.
"I am sorry Mistress."
"I am going to cut you lose. You will stand strong when I do. If you fall, it will add to your final punishment when we return home. I am not going to heal you. You are going to walk back like this, as a reminder of what you did, what has happened and what is yet to come."
Fear lanced through Eric at those words, and he fought hard to get some kind of footing in his shaking legs. Being bound as they had been the muscles were tense and knotted, and he felt more fear at his ability to obey. Her eyes seemed not to care one way or the other. Then her knife cut the rope and his full weight came onto his legs.
Eric dropped to his hands and knees. His muscles in his legs were too tight, the backs of his thighs were still sore and bruised from the caning, his hips and quads were stretched and weak after being bound around the tree for so long. He cried silently, knowing he had earned more punishment, but also that he'd failed her.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to stand. His legs shook, blood still dripped a little from his swollen and darkening testicles, there was blood on his back from the tree bark biting into his skin, but he stood strong, hoping to at least temper his inevitable punishment.
"I am sorry Mistress."