You just showed up at my door very late in the night. I've been waiting for you for what seems like hours, and my mind has been racing wondering why you are running so behind. I've convinced myself that if you show up and you're not physically harmed, that I am going to punish you for the rest of the night. It is imperative that you learn not to disappoint me.
You are standing there casually, and you ask me if you can come inside. I consider your request and decide to move out of the way slightly so you can enter. You sense something is wrong; you begin explaining how your night got out of hand and you were sorry for being so late. I stop listening and continue to stare at you, my temper flaring and my mind racing with all of the things I am going to do to your body. I look at you and tell you to stop talking. I explain from this point further, you only are to say Yes Madame, or No Madame, and only when I ask you a question. You nod your head and wait.
I let you stand there in the entry for a few minutes while I go to my bedroom and gather the various tools I am looking to use. I touch several of our recent purchases, and decide that tonight is the night we will use the toy we were so excited to purchase the first week we met. I pick a few more things out, and I clear off the bed so that you may lie down. I come back out and look at you with disgust; I point to the shower, and tell you to wash your dirty pig body. I clarify that you must keep the shower curtain open the entire time, and any mess you make you have to clean up. I turn the shower on so that it is somewhat hot, hotter than you normally take showers. Once I approve your cleanliness, I turn the shower off and pat you dry.
You seem really nervous, almost scared, because you've never seen me act this harshly towards you. I touch your body with my hands, placing them in the middle of your chest at first, and then the tops of your shoulders. I intertwine my fingertips together around your neck and pull you close to me and whisper into your ear that I am going to violate you tonight. I am going to make you pay for disappointing me, not with cash but with pain. The last thing I whisper into your ear is a reminder; it's something that takes the edge off, but comes with its own consequences down the road. I simply say safeword, and I give you a second to use it should you be too scared to start.
Yes Madame.
I lead you from the bathroom and into the bedroom. I leave you standing there naked as I walk a circle around you and shake my head. You are still a filthy pig, and I am going to keep telling you that for the next several hours. I start talking down to you, telling you that you do not satisfy me in bed. I start to get very heated in my explanation, and I start pinching you on your legs and inner thighs. I pinch the backs of your arms next, and without skipping a beat I start to pinch your nipples, sharply. I push you onto the bed with one hard thrust and climb onto you, straddling you between my legs. I look at you and ask if you know how I like to be pinched, and you reply Yes Madame. This infuriates me and I spit right in your face. I start pinching your nipples hard as you wipe your eyes. I lean forward and start to brush my teeth over them, feeling you squirm underneath me because you are uncomfortable. I get your nipple to align with the tip of my tongue and as I release my tongue's touch, I bite down quickly onto your nipple and feel your entire body clench between my legs.
I look up at you and your eyes are watering. I tell you that you do not know how to please me, and you could never know how to please me even if you spent hours trying. You are just a filthy pig, and you will never have control over my pleasure unless I give it to you first.
Yes Madame.
I start to explain several things to you in a very stern, direct tone. You will be blindfolded and gagged for the remainder of the evening. You are allowed to help me with this, because your safety will be in my hands for the night. You must be able to breathe; the gag is to muffle your screams I know will be loud later on in the evening. The blindfold is simply there to restrain your ability to anticipate anything, and will eliminate your instinct to flinch before pain. Once you are secure with these two items, I lay you back down flat and revert back to lightly pinching your nipples. I keep it light for the next few minutes until I stop abruptly. I lay there and let your heart race. You shiver a little because your skin is so cold; I move my hand to the side of the bed where I placed all of my tools, and I slowly pick up the nipple clamps. You hear the chain rattle a little and you let out a whimper. I tell you to shut up unless you want me to put them on very, very tight. You stay calm as I place them on each nipple. I clamp them tightly and slide my hand down between your legs so that I can slowly start to fondle your erection. I slip my finger under your gag and tell you I am going to lick you and run my teeth and fingernails over your balls.
Yes Madame.
I remove my finger from your gag and position my body back on top of you. I tell you how much I enjoy your silence, and that you are being a very good boy. I show you some affection by sliding my wetness back and forth on the head of your cock, teasing you by never allowing you completely inside my soaking wet pussy. I inch myself down further and admire how hard you've gotten for me. Again I tell you what a good boy you are, and now I need to clean you up. I take you into my mouth in one long slow gulp, and I remove my juice from you completely. I lick around you, under you, and down your ass crack. I tongue your ass a little and then run my teeth back over everything I just licked. I hear you let out a moan and I stop dead in my tracks. I told you earlier you were not to express any signs of pleasure, and your disobedience makes my blood boil. I clench my hand around your balls and tell you to shut the fuck up. Your cock gets even harder, and I start to see a little precum forming on the top. I realize it's time to turn you over and tie you down to the bed.
I get up and walk to the table for the rope and bondage tape. I tell you to take the nipple clamps off immediately and place them on the floor. I then tell you to lie on your stomach with your ass slightly propped up in the air and your head facing the end of the bed. I take both of your hands and tape the wrists together, securing you to the bed with the rope. I turn the lights out and light a few candles on the table so that I can still see what I'm doing. I take out one of our drip candles and light it from the ones on the table; without even telling you what I'm about to do, I drip a bit of hot wax on the bottoms of your feet. You are much stronger than I anticipated, because you barely move. You are being a very very good boy. I drip more wax onto your back and neck, and I tell you that I am enjoying watching your skin turn red from the extreme heat. It's muffled, but I understand what you've said:
