The room was barely lit. The flicker of candle light danced across the pale walls. I sat, legs crossed, patiently waiting to see how long it would take this piece of fuck meat to wake up. Patience is a virtue I don't possess, but who can argue with a paying customer? Lightly I tapped my well manicured dark red fingernails against the top of the dresser. My eyes danced over his sleek form as the minutes passed, contemplating just what to do with him. Fifteen minutes passed before he began to stir. A wicked grin crossed my lips as I scooted closer to the edge of my chair. I watched as he groggily stretched, well, at least attempted to stretch. I was under strict instructions to do whatever I pleased with his useless ass, so, that's what I did. Prior to his awakening I had chained his wrists to each corner of the bed, along with his ankles. I had also placed a strip of duct tape over his blasphemous lips. I hated cry babies, and I already knew he was going to be one of them despite his enthusiasm. I slowly rose to my feet and walked to his bedside.
The click of my stilettos the only real noise in the room. I could see his eyes flicker around franticly, as if he had forgotten what he had gotten himself into. The candle light gave his dull wedding ring a slight sparkle which made me just want to hurt him more. His eyes found mine, I allowed him the briefest of moments to take in my presence. The black leather corset hugged every curve and pushed my tits up high, making my cleavage unavoidable. The tops of my stockings wrapped securely around my thick thighs clinging to my flesh for dear life. My essence was covered with a thin layer of black lace. My dark locks pulled up high atop my head, allowing the strands to swing freely but maintain discipline all at the same time. I could see the excitement in his eyes, wishing he could have his way with me, thinking that at the end of all of this I would end up submitting to him. How pathetic. I let my fingers caress his jaw line, smiling warmly down at him, wanting him to feel safe and secure with me. I noticed his body start to relax more, no longer tugging at his restraints. I gently patted his cheek
"Good boy." I smiled once more then laid a firm, harsh slap across his face. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head to the side, bringing my lips right next to his ear.
"You're my bitch now. Get use to it." I bit the side of his neck, not in an attempt to be sexy or seductive, but merely to cause him a shock of pain. I released his hair and stood back upright. I opened the drawer next to the bed and shuffled through it idly. I pulled out a liquid eye liner tube, a roll of duct tape, and a studded small paddle. I decided to start off small, make him realize how useless he really was.
"You're not special. You are not important. You are by no means desirable as a man. You are NOT a man. You are a worthless piece of meat that doesn't even deserve to be fucked. You're wife should be ashamed of herself for even opening her whore legs for you." as the verbal attack progressed I could see his tiny cock twitch. I shook my finger in his face then began to open the eye liner. I use this because it's a pain in the ass to scrub off, not permanent, but a pain none the less.
"I didn't tell you to let my cock get hard. You better adjust yourself before I do it for you. And I promise you wont like how I solve our little, and I mean little, problem." He defiantly raised his hips, as if to say, "you know you want me bitch.". I sighed and shook my head setting the eye liner next to him and reached for my paddle. I pressed the flat side against his ball and then smacked them hard. He jerked to try and close his legs, but he was secured firmly to the bed. His scream was also muffled by the duct tape on his mouth. I laughed at his ridiculous display and gave him one more swift swat to the balls for good measure.
"When I say to keep it under control, I mean it pig." I could see the anger in his eyes but I didn't care. It wasn't my place to care, he could go home to his wife and explain to her why he couldn't fuck her. I took hold of the eye liner once again and proceeded to start my project of humiliation. First, I started with his mouth, I carefully spelled out the words "Cock Sucker" over the tape on his mouth. Then I began to graffiti the rest of his body with words like "pig, cock slut, whore, faggot, useless bitch, cum dump." I smiled softly to myself as I finished each word. I covered him from head to toe with obscenities. I stood up and admired my work, then took out the camera. Once he saw this small object he began to thrash, pulling hard on the cuffs. In my other hand I still held onto the paddle. This time I spanked his inner thighs and over his stomach.
