“You’re going to be my slave boy tonight,” I whisper. For emphasis, I pull a little harder on your hair. “Aren’t you?”
You nod as best you can, considering the circumstances.
“I didn’t hear you,” I said loudly this time.
From prior experience, You knew the proper response. You managed an acceptable, “Yes, Mistress.”
I ordered you to undress in the corner by the door, and look only at the wall. “Everything!” I command.
Quickly you dropped the boxers after a short “Yes’ Mistress.”
Before you could straighten up completely, I order you to grab your ankles, and not to move until further notice.
Next, you feel the soft tails of a leather cat-o-nine tails run gently across your back and buttocks a few times. Just as you are beginning to really enjoy the feeling, the cat raises up for a moment, then comes down hard on your upper back and shoulders. The force seems to push all the air out of your lungs.
Now I am digging my nails into your punished skin.
“You are such a fucking wimp,” whispered. “That wasn’t even twenty-five whacks, you fucking sorry excuse of a slave. You’re not even worth the energy. You’re a fucking pussy!”
At that I once more dig my long nails into each of your ass cheeks, causing your dick to jam painfully back into the corner.
Then I press two fingers hard against your exposed anus…jamming them inside.
“Yeah, that’s it! You’re a real pussy waiting to be fucked. Aren’t you?”
My right knee is coming up FIERCLY between your cheeks, slamming into your anus.
“I’m talking to you, bitch. That’s what you want, isn’t it. You want to be fucked like the worthless cunt you are.”
My left hand now is pressed hard on the back of your head, driving your face into the corner. At the same time, I reach around you with my right hand to grab your hard cock, and squeeze.
“This hard little dick says it all. You want me to let you be a little whore. Don’t you.” I am squeezing harder for emphasis.
“You want to be a cock slut, giving your worthless ass up to whoever has something to put inside it. Do you really think that I’d let you have that much pleasure?”
I squeezed your balls one more time, release them then turn from you. “Not hardly.”
“Go pull the low back chair into the middle of the floor.” “I want you to stand behind the chair, with your hard rod pressed against the back.” I am tying your ankles to the back legs, and your thighs to the wooden bars supporting the back rest that is pressed against your dick.