"Hey, loverboy," I cooed slowly, lifting his chin with my index finger, forcing him to look in my eyes. I firmly held his gaze with a bemused expression on my face.
I had found my pet on his way to leave our apartment without my permission. Wordlessly, I had pulled him by his wrist into the bedroom to deliver his punishment. He had voiced no reluctance nor encouragement, but his expectant face and slight tremble spoke for him.
"Where were you going, songbird?" I smirked while stroking his soft brown hair from his eyes, gradually pulling it rougher and slowly walking around him like a vulture. "Trying to fly away?"
His silence earned him a soft slap to the cheek.
"You will answer me when addressed," I commanded in a harsh voice.
"Yes ma'am," Alec said meekly while staring down at his hands. "I was- I was going to get groceries."
I stared down at my sweet songbird, his soft, fluffy hair covering big brown eyes and a soft freckled face. I let my eyes wander over the slopes of his shoulders and arms. Alec was lean but strong. Just looking at him made me feel hot between my legs. I smiled and stroked his face.
"You don't need to get groceries baby," I said sweetly, leaning forward to kiss him. "Mommy will buy you anything you want."
Alec blushed gently, eyes closed in a sweet smile. I sat behind him and slowly embraced him, pulling him down so he was lying in my lap. I stroked his hair and massaged his scalp. He audibly smiled, softly and melodically moaning and sighing.
"I love making my sweet birdie chirp," I chuckled. In response, Alec began to hum for me. I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead, which caused my breasts to press into the side of his face. When I pulled back he was bright red.
"You horny boy," I jokingly scolded.
Alec sat up and stared into my eyes with a pathetic look on his face. "Will you please play with me, mommy?" He begged.
"Mmmmm just look at the state of you. So desperate. And your dick is rock hard- my dick, rather."
Alec looked at me quizzically.
"Your dick is my dick," I explained, "because I own it, just like I own the rest of you. It's mine to use whenever and however I like. Our playtime is not up to you, so it's useless to beg."
"You're torturing me," he moaned, nestling his face into my shoulder. Voice muffled, he continued to whine, "you're too beautiful, Katie, you drive me crazy. I need you so bad, please."
His hands began to gently explore my curves. I hesitated for a moment, then collected myself, roughly grabbing his wrists and pulling them together over his head. I straddled him as he sat on his knees and elbows, face smashed into our silk sheets. I held his wrists together firmly with my dominant hand, and with my left hand I pulled his hair roughly forcing his head up and his back to arch. He moaned breathily in response.
"I let you get away with too damn much, Alec," I spit in his ear. "You think you can get away with misbehaving because you're so cute. But your puppy dog eyes aren't going to get you out of trouble now."
"Are you sure about that?" He responded in a cheeky, defiant tone.
I pulled his hair hard, with the intent to send a shock of pain through him. He let out a pained "Ah-" and his arms buckled slightly. I pinned him down harder, and he wiggled uncomfortably in a futile attempt to free himself.
"Katie, you're-you're- hurting me" Alec grunted.
"I-I- I'm hurting you?" I teased. "Good. You're being very disobedient today. In fact, you've been misbehaving all week. But you know that you're my weakness, songbird, all you have to do to get your way is bat your pretty eyelashes at me. You're becoming spoiled, Alec. It's my responsibility to train you to be better. You need to be disciplined."
I got up from the bed, and Alec knew not to move. He lay there on his stomach, anxiously stealing glances to see what i was doing. I retrieved a pair of handcuffs which I used to cuff his hands together and then to the bedframe. On his back, arms above saw that I had pulled his chastity cock ring out of the bedside drawer, he said, softly, "Ah, so it's torture then."
Once my boy was properly dressed (leather bondage straps covering his broad chest, hands cuffed over his head, 6" cock in a tight ring, clamps on his sensitive nipples, and a nervous expression on his beautiful face), I climbed on top of him and started kissing his neck, biting his earlobes, and tugging on the clamps to stimulate him. I ran a small finger between his thighs and I softly kissed his perineum. I mercilessly teased his erogenous zones until he began sweating profusely from desire.
The salty, musky smell and taste of his sweat was arousing. I began licking his body more. I started by leaving hickeys on his collarbone and licking from the base to the top of his neck. Then I took his entire earlobe in my mouth and sucked while I stroked the other. I removed the clamps and furiously licked his nipples, replacing them, of course, when I had finished. I let my tongue explore his balls, his thighs, and, after I had propped up his hips with a pillow, his ass. I deliberately paid no attention to his cock, the cruelest torture of all. Alec was whining, moaning, and begging me, reduced to a pathetic mess of desperation.
Satisfied with my sexual torture, I uncuffed the blithering Alec and he sat up hopefully, reaching for me and expecting sexual relief. Instead, I bluntly shoved him face down into the bed again and started slapping my strap against the tender skin on his ass.
"Yes mommy, please fuck me, make me feel good," he moaned, hand reaching down to touch himself. My hand struck him harshly, sending white hot pain through his body.
