I knock softly on the door. "Are you ready for me in there?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I open the bedroom door and see him standing naked in the middle of the room, facing the door, hands down by his sides. Just as instructed. I smile warmly. Seeing him already rock hard and ready to go just by the thought and sight of me alone makes me feel like a hot, sexy bitch. And I love feeling like a hot, sexy bitch.
I walk over to him and put my hand on the back of his neck and squeeze. "Are you ready, baby?" He inhales deeply. A calming breath which he exhales as a gust of air. "Y-yes, Mistress. I've been ready all day." He shivers as I trail my nails down the bones of his spine.
"That's what I like to hear. New, sit on the edge of the bed and watch me get ready."
He perches on the edge of the bed like a good little boy and watches me walk to the wardrobe. His cock does that cute little wiggle as it gets harder and harder.
I take my time. I want him to sweat. I open the doors and stand with my hand on my jutted out hip, contemplating how I want him to suffer tonight. I could go with the flogger... but no, that's how we played last night. Should I use my new heavy duty chrome-plated cuffs? No... I want to save those for a special occasion. My eyes then land on the soft, worn leather harness hanging to my left. Oh, yes. Suddenly I know that's what I've been craving.
I take down the harness and run the leather through my open palm, then pull it tight and taut, causing it to snap. I feel like a 1950's era school teacher and I'm loving every second of it. I take that feeling and I run with it. I turn around and smirk at him. "Well, you know what they say... spare the rod, spoil the child." He lets out an airy little laugh, then catches himself. "Surely you aren't going to whip me with that, are you?"