"On your knees, whore." She commands. She's wearing a fishnet bodystocking, thigh high boots with a stiletto heel, and a waspie around her waist. Her toy for the evening drops to his knees. "What do you say when I give you an order?"
"Yes, my Queen."
"Good boy" she says, taking a step towards him and the heel of her shoe cracking the silence followed by a further crack as she smacks him around the face with her palm. He whimpers and lowers his eyes to the ground. She grabs a fistful of his hair and lifts his face back up. "I didn't order you to look back down". Tightening her grip in his hair, she presses his face against her pussy and he diligently begins to lick and suck at her clit. "Mmm, good boy" she says, gyrating against his tongue. "that's enough". She orders, pushing his face away from her with enough force that he knows he needs to lower down before her in bow.
"You are going to be mine tonight, I am going to make up for all the treatment you've given me." She knows that beneath his black boxers, the only clothes he has been allowed to retain, would be his hardened cock. With his face pressed against the floor, and his butt up in the air, she smacks his ass through the boxers and commands "pull them down to your knees, whore."
"Yes my Queen." Keeping his face in position, he moves his arms from outstretched in front to behind him and slowly pulls his boxers down to his knees, exposing his ass. "such a good helpless little boy, aren't we?" She smacks him again, he moans into the floor. "you stay there. Don't move, don't speak".
He can only listen to her heels clacking on the floor to have any idea where she has gone, but as the sounds get further and further away he wonders what she could possibly be doing, worries about her return. He takes a risk of peeking by slightly turning his head. "Oh no, oh no my little whore. That won't do at all, will it?" She's back, grabbing his hair and tilting his head up. "what part of stay there and don't move do you not understand?" As she finishes her question, she slides her fingers between his lips. "Answer me then"
"Yes my Queen" he struggles against her lips to say, "I am sorry". It sounds more like sowwy as she fucks his mouth with her fingers. His tongue greedily licks and sucks against them.
"I'm not sure that 'sowwy' cuts it. So pathetic, you need to learn. On your knees now." He had been awkwardly held up by his hair by her, but now moves into a slightly more comfortable kneeling position. "close your eyes." He obeys, feeling her tie a blindfold around him.
"What do you want right now?" He whimpers in response. "Not even brave enough to tell me? You are a pussy. On your knees follow the sound of my footsteps".
He does his best, following the clacks of her heels, crawling along behind her. The blindfold and the unknown room proves challenging and she laughs every time he bumps into things. Eventually her footsteps stop, and he's not sure exactly where they ended. He gets down into bow position to demonstrate his unsurety of the next steps. His submission is rewarded by the sound of her coming closer and he moans in anticipation. "Perfect position to choose, good boy. Now relax." Kneeling behind him, she takes the opportunity to run her hands down his back, scratching him with her nails before finishing on his butt cheeks, squeezing them hard and giving them a spank. He jerks against the floor.
Not that he knows, but she's led him next to the dining table. "I know what you want. I want to hear you say it. Now."
"Yes my Queen. I want you to fuck my butt.".
"And do you think you deserve that?" She asks, still crouching behind him, her breath hot against him.
"I think..." She spanked him hard.
"Trick question my little toy. You don't get to think. You don't need to think anything." She reaches up to the dining table where she's left anal beads. She smothers them in lube before separating his cheeks, and sliding the first bead in. His reaction makes her smile, a physical body jerk and moan for more. She slips in another. "beg for more."
"More please, please I need more."
