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Queens's Rage
Queen was furious! Today she had to deal with her tax collectors and advisors. The incompetent fools were threatening the stability of her realm. After two hours of dealing with them, she was blind with rage, and she just dismissed them.
She wished she could put them to the sword, but alas, that was not possible. At the end of the day, she needed them. That was bad, but it was not the end of the bad news for that day. She also read a letter where the tutors of her two daughters, her two princesses, were hinting that they could do better in their studies, especially in physical skills.
How dare they comment on her princesses! This just added to the flames of white hot rage that was boiling within her. She knew herself and she knew that she needed to let the anger out of her, before it poisoned her. Luckily, she had a perfect outlet for that.
Queen scoffed and allowed herself a cruel smile. Her subject, poor fool, has made a serious transgression and he contradicted her in public. The man in question was important to her and she would not exile him or kill him, but such insolence needed a proper response. What a lucky coincidence for her and a bad luck for him, that today was the day when punishment would be dished out. Maybe, today will not be such a disastrous day, as it might end well for her.
Purposely keeping her rage live, by feeding it with her thoughts, she walked into her private dungeon. The dungeon was dimly bathed in ominous red light. This was intended to add to the fear of the man waiting for her.
He was already prepared for her pleasure, wearing nothing but cuffs shackled to the punishment bench. His ass was slightly sticking out of the edge of the bench and his legs were splayed open, with support at his knees. Around his back, they were two hard leather straps holding him firmly to the bench. She walked around him and made sure that the straps were tight. At some stage, he will try to move away from blows and she needs to know that he can not. Movement of his tortured body could affect the precisions of her strikes, and that she can not tolerate!
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.
