***By Prejudice for Literotica 12.09.2010***
I smile as I observe the scene in front of me; him strapped to a chair with her mouth eagerly working his cock. His fingers are threaded into her hair to keep her there even though I've made sure she can't get away; her arms are tied together behind him.. They are entirely at my mercy.
A soft giggle passes my lips as I recall how this happened;
*****
He's sitting naked on my bed looking frustrated as he always does when first visiting me, but this time I haven't been able to remove his tension; the Aussie girl had said such mean things about me, his Mistress, and about his sexual preferences that it's left him too upset to focus on the tasks I had for him. Finally resigned, I tell him to get dressed and get the hell out of my sight and never to return.
Mortified, he turns and kisses my boots, desperately clawing at my leather skirt and desperately pleading with me not to dismiss him; he'll be a good pet!
"Why should I keep you when one cross word from your so-called friend puts you so off me that I can't even get you aroused properly?" I am just as angry and annoyed as I am horny, and right now my thoughts go to the box in my wardrobe where I keep my private toys.
He kneels in front of the bed with his gaze turned down on the floor; the collar around his neck teases me. I made it especially for him as the junior of MY collar; yes, I swing both ways when it comes to this, but even when I tell my pet I'm in the mood to be spanked I'm still in charge.
I grab his face and press it against my pussy but I don't give him any command. His tongue brushes briefly against my flesh as he wets his lips, so eager to please me now. I hold him still for a long time;"what do you suggest I do then? As reluctant as I am to lose my slave I'd still not want to have an unfocused one. If you can't be with me when you're in my bedroom you're of no use to me. Stupid bitch."
I don't ask this because I want an answer -- I just want him to be afraid. A shiver runs through his body and I know he's on the brink of tears. One final touch of the buckle on his collar makes him so desperate that he disobeys me and starts licking my cunt frantically; it's a please - or lose the collar situation!
My heels leave two cuts on his ribs as I kick him away;"you useless whore!" My voice has lost its controlled softness and a stream of curses fall over him like unforgiving cold rain.
"I want that bitch's unwilling body dragged to this room and if you fail you need not return!" I grab his collar and jerk it off; a trickle of blood drops down his neck where the buckle cut him. He scurries out of the room and I throw his clothes out the window; he can get dressed outside. It's the middle of the night anyway and I know he'll like it and be more than eager to bring me the Aussie as my toy for one night.
*****
There's a knock on the door. It's soft; almost desperately soft if you ask me. I get up and stop to check my outfit in the mirror to make sure it's as perfect as perfect goes;
A tight leather and lace corset, classic lace stockings, fingerless lace gloves showing off my ruby nail polish, and a pair of thigh-high leather boots with red gems around the edge and red soles. If the Aussie isn't turned on by the mere sight of me I'm sure I'll win her over during the course of the night.
I open the door and observe the glory in front of me; he looks pleased and nervous at once, whereas she just looks annoyed; as her gaze trails across my body she shifts uncomfortably.
I smile and let them inside before the door closes with an ominous sound. I lead them swiftly into the bedroom; it's been fitted up to suit my every whim. I pat a chair near the opposite wall and she obeys directly, sitting down and crossing her legs; she's wearing jeans and a buttoned-up shirt and I can't avoid grinning. So defensive!
"Undress, pet." I point at the middle of the room with my ruby-studded riding crop and my slave is so eager to please that he forgets to fold his trousers; I actually have to tut to remind him that I dislike sloppy slaves. He gets down on his knees and apologizes before folding his clothes properly, laying them neatly on the floor.
I grab his collar and attach it around his neck with a fond expression on my face. He thanks me with a low sigh, unnoticed by his friend. I grab wrist shackles and raise his arms up above his head to fasten him to the black chain that hangs from the center beam; I had to search long for an apartment so perfectly suited for my needs.
I stand back to study my pet; not quite ready yet. I open my wardrobe and remove a metal bar with ankle binders. He spreads his legs immediately producing another smile from me. I hear a disrespectful scoff from behind me but I ignore it until I'm happy with how my slave looks. I turn to her and my voice is playfully cold;
"Jealous already, sweetie? Don't worry, your moment to shine will come soon." My deep blue eyes arrest her grey and hold them for a full 10 seconds before she bows her head in quiet despair; I wonder at her being here and can only imagine it's because she wants to rescue her friend from my wicked grasp.
With a crack that makes both my slaves yelp my whip makes contact with flesh. Deep red lines appear instantly on his ass, and I let a finger run across them gently. I feel him relax at my touch and I strike again; in the corner of my eye I see her flinch and avert her gaze. A moment later she's looking at us again; this girl really makes me smile. Perhaps I should let her have a go already?
My whip turns his ass a magnifiscent shade of red before I walk over to her and tell her to take her top off. She shakes her head violently making her frizzy curls dance around her face. I slap her left breast with my hand and she looks mortified.
"That was a kind order, not a request. Don't make me tell you again."
"Obey her, please. Or she'll take it out on me." The male has managed to turn around just enough to look at us and I feel a sharp sting of anger run through me. Breaking her is MY job. I refuse to have her undressing out of compassion. I slap him across the face and untie a beautiful silk handkerchief from around a lamp and fasten it over his eyes;
"shut up, bitch. Know your place." He bows his head and is silent.
"No! D... don't..."
Was that a sob? It's hard to tell these days. I turn and smile as I see her standing up, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her underwear to me.