Audrey blushes and rubs her thighs against each other beneath the blanket.

"I think I'd start by slapping you across the face." Crack goes the pain across her cheek. "Then I'd grab a fistful of your hair and make you deepthroat one of my clients." Pain blossoms at the back of Audrey's head and in her throat. "Then I'd chain you up -" her wrists chafe "- and let another of my clients use your ass." Pain there, as well. "You wouldn't be very good at it, so I'd whip you for it." Neat lines of pain up and down Audrey's back. "Then I'd make you kneel -" the strain of kneeling too long - "and kiss my sex, which fortunately for you doesn't hurt."

Audrey whimpers a few times, especially when she's hit with the pain of being whipped, but she's blushing mightily. 

"Not too much?"

"No," she says, her voice hoarse. "Not too much."

"Want to do the real thing?"

"Fuck no. But it's fun to fantasize."

"Glad to see you have the two well separated."

"Yeah, well. This is the Rose Bowers, isn't it? Where fantasies come true."

"Yes. But it's not always best to always get what you want right then."

"Aren't the Blackberry Gardens like that though?"

"Not always. There are many factors that go into the Blackberry Gardens' actions."

"You talk about them like they're alive."

"Perhaps they are." Slight smile.

Audrey snuggles further into her blankets. "Can I have the pain off please, mistress?"

"You may." And it's gone.

"Thank you."

"Were the lashes too much?"

Blushhhhhh. "... No."

"Would you like to try something a little more exotic?"

"Okay."

Violet wand against her inner thigh, zapzapzapzapzap?~

"Ouch, that stings. Not exactly my favorite flavour."

"And the whip didn't?~"

"I dunno, it seemed less sharp somehow. Maybe because it was more distributed?"