A smile appears on my lips as I hear you whimper, returning my attention to you as my hand stops on the whip that rests on the far right of the end table. It was long black bullwhip with a soft rounded latex tip at the end of a tail from the same material. It was relatively short, but it would give me better control of the speed and the strength I would use on you. I had always fancied single tailed whips over those with a many tails it went along better with what I enjoyed.<br/><br/>"Hmm, let's keep it simple. A safeword is a word meant to keep you safe. You can use it if the pain or what I'm doing is too much for you to bear. I prefer to let my victims..." I chuckle after giving some emphasis to the word, eyeing you with expectation. "...choose their safeword. It shouldn't be one that you would scream out of pleasure or pain, like stop or god, but something less common. A friend once told me his wife used cherry as her safeword." I approach you, leaving the whips on the table while eyeing you, noticing your nipples through the thin fabric of your sexy dress.<br/><br/>"So, what will it be?" I let my hand drop softly on your shoulder and then brush slightly down the front of your dress, grazing your nipple through the fabric. I can't wait to see you out of it and cuffed to the frame, on the receiving end of my whip. The cold room is slowly warming up with the flames that surround it, it will reach a comfortable temperature before it stabilizes. Our voices echo almost imperceptibly in the cold stone walls, no one on the outside would hear what happened inside, not even the loudest screams or moans.<br/><br/>