Slutslave
At last, you are where you belong, at my mercy, in my lair. How it pleases me to see you, naked and afraid at my feet. But it's not my beautiful feet that you begged to worship tonight, is it slut? This was why I had to punish your worthless hide with my sharp, painted nails. No, you spurned my beautiful, shapely feet and begged instead to pay homage to my strong, soft hands, with their long, cruel fingers.
Hold out your hands, slave. Can you feel the touch of cool, silky skin against your calloused palms? Can you feel as I run my fingertips along your wrist and inner arm? Aaah, yes, each whisper-soft stroke raises goose bumps along your skin as your hairs stand on end. Hmm, shall I reward or punish with my touch? I see you shiver in anticipation. You would adore both equally, wouldn't you? You love that I have the power to decide your fate - whether you receive pleasure or pain at my hand. And you wouldn't want it any other way, would you slave?
Now, my slut, it is time for you to properly worship my hands - start by kissing my soft, pale skin. How perfect you look with your arms up in supplication, kissing every inch of my beautiful hands. Now, lick and suck each of my fingers. Can you imagine all the exciting places they have been? And now they are being cleaned by your eager tongue.
Open your mouth, slut, as I push one of my long, artistic fingers deep into your mouth. Relax your tongue and let me press it down. You do not need to speak, slave, all you need to do is focus on my voice and breathe deeply as I push two, three, four long, slim fingers into your mouth, stretching your lips. Feel them working towards the back of your throat as the tears leak from your eyes. That's it, pet, breathe through your nose and do not dare to gag on my generous gift of flesh.
I can tell how it excites you to see my soft pale skin and deep red nails as they slowly trace an agonising path up your thigh. Higher, higher, aah, aah, not so hasty, my pet. As much as your cock jumps and twitches to get closer, it will have to wait until your Mistress decides it shall suffer my attentions. I expect you to remain calm, spiritual and respectful in my sight, not giving yourself over to your baser urges when in the presence of your Goddess. Think pure thoughts, or I will know and punish.
I see your filthy cock cannot follow simple instructions. Now feel my nails tracing over such vulnerable, delicate skin. It is so easy, so tempting, to increase the pressure and dig five crescent marks into your throbbing shaft. And why should a Goddess deny herself temptation? Aahh, with your hands held behind your back, all your poor, tortured cock can do is jerk and suffer for its Domina's pleasure. Hmmm, I see how red and swollen the angry crown of your cock is as I dig my nails into throbbing muscle.
