Stepping back, Queen admired his tight white ass. It was firm and manly, not round and voluptuous like hers. She allowed herself another smile. It is white for now, but it will not stay like that for long. It was so inviting and she loved the idea that he was fully at her mercy, with no means of escape She was getting wet. After all, this might not be a bad day after all.
He was prepared for her, as she ordered, but she still wanted to add her finishing touches before she started dishing her justice. She walked in front of him, lifted his head from the bench and swiftly, before he could say a word, inserted a rubber ball in his mouth. She then proceeded to fasten it tightly behind his head. "I don't want you to distract me with your pitiful screams for mercy, do you understand?" she asked, not that she cared for an answer..
A slight nod and muffled noise is what she got in response. Then she got behind his back and pulled his dangling balls hard. This produced another muffled protest. Without paying any attention to it, she quickly wrapped a leather ball stretcher around his balls. To that she added a leash and two pounds of lead weight, again eliciting muffled protests. She couldn't care less for his protestations. Instead, she yanked the leash hard, almost lifting his ass off the bench, despite his back being tightly strapped to the bench. This sent a clear message to who is the boss in this dungeon. Another, even louder muffled protest was what she expected and what she got. She just loved that sound. She could definitely feel her juices flowing.
Happy with her preparation, she stepped away from her helpless victim and walked to the wall covered with instruments of correction. Today, she ignored vampire gloves or evil spiked nipple clips. Instead, she went to the part of the wall that had instruments of corporal punishment. She looked at them lovingly. When applied skillfully, they can bring one to ecstasy, despite the pain they inflict. But today, today was different. Today they will not bring ecstasy to their victim. Instead, they will help her channel her rage out of her into the flesh of the bound man. Today, it was about her and, anyhow, he deserved every blow and strike that is coming his way. He almost humiliated her in public! She felt her anger being revitalized. Good, it will make for a more fun evening.
Without a word, she picked up a thick, three-foot long, leather single-tail whip. Unless applied for a very long time, this whip will not draw blood. That was not her intention anyhow, as its purpose was to lay a foundation for further punishment. She walked back and made a few swings with it. Did she hear a whimper coming from a bound man? Who cares anyhow... Satisfied with her swings, she positioned herself behind the man's ass and measured the distance, by gently tapping him with the whip. She was ready.
She pulled the whip behind her back and with a fluid swing, she made it fly. The first blow was hard, harder than usual, as she didn't want him to be warmed up. She is the queen and this is the punishment after all. A muffled yelp and jerky movement of his body was the reaction that she expected. Without hesitation, she made a second strike and without letting him relax into it, she slipped into a rhythm, pulled back, hard swung forward, waited for a second for the pain to register, and then repeated it over and over.
After about twenty, or so, hard strikes, she paused. God, that felt good! The rage was slowly dissipating, but she was not done yet. She was feeling very aroused, that she would need a release after the punishment was over. Then she paid attention to her victim. He was perspiring and breathing heavily. As she was fully present while she was whipping him, making sure that each stroke was a perfection, she just vaguely remembered his violent trashing against straps and shackles and his muffled screams. She was queen and why would she pay any attention to it, anyhow?
After a few moments, the man was settling down and his breathing was getting shallow. He was obviously trying to adjust to the onslaught of pain and to transmute it into another sensation, without attachment. Usually, she would allow for that, but today was different. Today was about her rage. She walked back to the wall. Her rage was subsiding, but she was not done yet. Not by a long shot. She picked up a cane and walked back to the punishment bench and flesh on it. Right now, she didn't think of him as a man, but as flesh that would receive her fading rage.
She positioned herself, arm's length sideways from his nicely reddened and stripped ass. There were involuntary muscle twitches every now and then playing on it. He was well prepared for what was coming next, she thought to herself. Again, she measured the distance by tapping his buttocks with the tip of the cane. The response that she got was a stark contrast to the gentleness of the tap. He started trashing, as he recognized what was going to be used on his already paining and throbbing ass. The cane always produced a fearful response and now even more, considering Queen's anger. She could almost swear that she heard muffled cries of "No, No, Mercy!!" from him. Well, he had no say and anyhow, they were muffled.
"Be quiet and accept what is coming. The fear is a killer and pain is just a sensation. Accept it without attaching to it and let it flow through you. It will be easier..." she said, although she hoped he would not listen. She wanted to make him squirm and beg for mercy.
