Slave

You have been a bad boy.
Dinner was unacceptable and the floors are still dirty.
You did not wear precisely what I told you to wear and worst of all,
your butt plug was out. Did I say you could take it out?
You have disappointed me today.
You are an unworthy, despicable creature and you make me sick.
You are going to be punished for not being a good slave.
I will make your ass sting and your cheeks burn and tears will run from your watering eyes. I will make you pay for not obeying your Mistress.

Come here to me, my pet. Get down on your hands and knees and repeat after me:
“I have been a bad, bad boy – my ass is yours to do with as you will.”
“Is that so?” I ask, as I whip the first lash across your spread legs, across your spread ass, within your spread mind.
“You are mine to do with as I will!” I say.

Now crawl over to the table and go get the butt plug you so defiantly removed and bring it here to me. It had better be clean.
Now open wide, let’s get your tight hole nicely lubed - and in it goes, baby.
In it goes. That’s right. You can take it.
You can take it like a big boy, can’t you?

Oooh, what’s that I see?
Your cock is hard? There is pre-cum dripping from the end.
You are desperate for it, aren’t you? Aren’t you?
Tell me you are. Beg me to touch you.
I could stroke the end of it for you if you rub my aching feet –
rub my stockinged legs, suck on my tiny toes.

I’m tugging on your cock ring.
Your sac is pulled tight.
Your balls are glistening with the strain.
You’d better get up here now before you drip - all over - my rug.