A soft pelt of rabbit fur being gently stroked across the exposed part of his back and meandering to his chest snaps him back to reality. He knows this toy. The soft pelt hides small, sharp barbs. The person must be using the back of the mitten, for he does not feel any of the barbs raking his skin.
As he settles into a peaceful, tender, gentle bliss; he is jarred back into the pleasurable zone of passion and pain.
The mitten wearer has flipped it over to reveal the miniature fishhook-like barbs hidden in the fur. The hooks rake his flesh, leaving small red tracks wherever they wander. This pleasure/pain giver lets out a cackle of delight when the red tracks begin to show minuscule droplets of red dew. Her cackle is not sweet and soft like the giggler, but mean and sadistic.
The tone of her laugh puts him on edge. He is worried. When the passion is solely for the giver’s pleasure, rather than for that of both the giver and receiver, things can go very badly, very quickly. He feels his safe word forming in his mind, but it does not come out. The woman draws the mitt too firmly against his flesh, the hooks carve small rivulets into his torso. He endures. He will give this woman her pleasure. He will give her his pain. When his mistress uses the mitten, the pain is a pleasure, it is a thing mutually shared. This interaction does not have that element of pleasure, only pure pain. He will give himself over to the agony of each stroke of the toy, every scratch, and every drop of blood.
“GIRAFFE!” he hears his safe word. He did not utter it, it did not come from his mouth, it was not his voice. It was the voice of his Mistress. It was her voice that spoke the word of ending.
He begins truly sobbing, every emotional wall he had put in place, shatters. He does not hear the audience as they quickly vacate their seats and leave the room. The only thing he knows is that now his Mistress will take care of him.
She unshackles him, removes his blindfold, and cradles his naked body gently. She speaks soothing words to him, though he does not comprehend what words she is saying. He only hears her voice and begins to come back to full consciousness. Once he is mostly alert, she applies more of the healing salve to his body, every inch of every gouge that had been raked with the mitten. She helps him put on soft, cotton pajamas and leads him out of the room.