Flora eyed herself carefully in the full length mirror. It had been only two days since her last client had whipped her body until she had begged for mercy. She normally did not enjoy such brutal treatment but for her client she had agreed to the whipping session. To say she was surprised at how much she enjoyed the session would have been a gross understatement. Slowly her soft fingers trailed over her body, tracing the various pink lines of the whip over her breasts, belly, hips and thighs. Her client had not wanted to whip her backside, he had wanted to watch her eyes with every swing of the cat and she had found the session to be insanely erotic. She healed to fast she thought sadly, the welts crisscrossing over her skin were already fading, barely recognizable unless one knew what to look for and she found herself wishing they would have stayed longer on her flesh, she had loved masterbating while running her fingers over the welts so very much.<br/><br/>Flora rolled her eyes as she entered the room, hearing Damien's comment to Felicia. One day that feline was going to leap on that demon and then all hell was going to break loose. She grinned with the idea of Damien being covered in kitty cat scratches though. Her long flaming red silk robe billowed around her as she moved to the array of food items. She grabbed up any and all fruit she could find and filled her mug with strong black coffee then settled into the cushions of the sofa. In all honestly Flora wanted to beg her client for another session, she was itching to be strapped down again and whipped mercilessly. The urge was a bit disconcerting for her, though Flora was submissive and liked the kink factor she had<em>never</em>before wanted to call a client and beg. Of course she would not give in to the desire but it was odd to have it nonetheless.<br/><br/>As she ate quietly her eyes slipped closed with the memory. There at the last, when her body had been pushed to the breaking point and she was screaming for mercy, Flora's long beautiful locks of hair had flamed to life and the sight had sent her client into a frenzy. He had leapt upon her body and fucked her brutally, all while her hair licked viciously over his skin. She had been whipped almost into unconsciousness but in the end her client had been the one who had to be carried out. The burns over his face, neck, and shoulders had been awful and Flora had wept as Madam Star had had him carried out. She had been so very relieved when Madam Star had informed her yesterday that he was alright and that he was in fact<em>dying</em>to be with her again. Of course it would be a while, Madam Star had insisted he be<em>fully</em>recovered before he see Flora again and though she agreed with her Mistress she knew a human male would not heal as fast as she did, it would likely be quite a while before she saw him again.<br/><br/>Flora sighed softly, a tiny smile curling her lips as her hand slipped inside her robe to trace over the little pink lines covering her breasts.