Mistress was gone for the afternoon. She had some shopping and errands to attend to. She had been tired lately, working a lot. She had not used him in days. He felt listless, depressed. He was dying for her touch. Needing to feel the reassurance in her finger tips. Taste her, feel her. He was going crazy.
Just minutes after her departure, his mind was already trailing to the chest. All of the wonderful things that she used. Every strike, every burn, made from the wonderful items found there. Never being allowed to see inside, he was in a trance. Like a kid in a candy store, he could not help himself. His need great, forward he found himself going. Into the bedroom, into the closet.
Was he really going to do this? To defy her so openly? What if he was caught? His heart raced, thinking of the fury. The sweet punishment. To actually feel those wonderful items. To touch them in his hands was too much temptation for his heart to take.
Hands closing around the handle, he pulls up. Heart stops. Locked. Looking closer, seeing the small padlock. Crushed, he slumped against the chest.
Mind racing, he remembers popping those locks as a child. One swift smack with a hammer and home free. Aghast at what he was mentally contemplating unnerved him.
Returning moments later with hammer, fears and Mistress be damned. He had to see, had to touch. If only for a moment.
Smashing the small delicate lock and thinking to himself that there was no turning back. Opening the top, eyes sparkling like a childs. Hands reaching, lovingly caressing. Trailing his finger down the materials. Leather, silk, nylon, satin. Oh my God. Eyes closing, Mistress' favorite belt in his hand. Fingers tracing over the metal edges, feeling them against his back, thighs. This belt had given him so much pleasure, Mistress' belt.
Opening his eyes, watching what his hands were doing. He presses the belt to his lips, kissing the metal. Inhaling deeply, smelling the Mistress' perfume. Pressing the belt against his face, sliding it around his shoulders. Buckle clinking with the movement.
Eyes wide, he sits up. He hears the door opening, she is back! What have I done?
Forgetting my bank card, I rush back in the house, picking it up from the counter. Chuckling to myself, I'm always forgetting something. Stopping suddenly, something feeling wrong. Where was Eric?
Checking the living room, kitchen. My bitch is nowhere. Walking to the bedroom door, pushing it the rest of the way open. Floored by what I saw. Taking a deep breath, clearing my raging mind. Trying to control myself, control my anger.
There sat my little bitch, frantically fumbling in My chest. His dirty unworthy hands all over My toys. His face taken aback and caught red handed in My things.
Closing my eyes, telling myself to hold it together. I set my things down on the floor.
"Stand up now, boy! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Looking down, belt still in his hand. He does not look me in the eyes. He does not want to see the seething anger inside of me.
"Here now, bring me my belt. Assume the position at my feet now, naked."
Coming to me, handing me his pain. Undressing quickly. Getting on all fours facing me, eyes glued on the carpet below him.
"Turn the fuck around; I do not want to look at you. You have disgraced me and yourself today. I thought you were trained? Whoever came before me does not deserve the title to let you get away with such things."
When his back is to me, I bring the belt down hard. Metal stinging in to his flesh. He does not move. Repeatedly bringing it down harder and harder. Red whelps marking him, branding his back. Leaving less white flesh then red, I stop. Looking up into the closet, seeing the lock broken. Livid, I take the belt and wrap it around his neck, jerking up. Straddling his back, I cinch it closed, tight. Using the remainder as a lead, pulling him close to me. In the closet, stopping at the toy box.
I pull out the largest anal plug I have. Six inches long and very, very thick. I shove it in to his ass, all the way in.
"No matter what, do not drop this out of your ass. Do you understand you little bitch?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I am so sorry, please forgive me."
Taking my panties off, I ball them up. Jamming them in to his pleading mouth. Taping the silk in place.
"Look at me!"
His eyes slowly rising to me, shame in their dark brown depths.
"By the end of this day, I may have to ask you the same thing."
Fear replacing shame now.
Pulling him behind me, I enter the bathroom.
"Stay."
Returning to the bedroom, further investigating his offense. Dipping down to scoop up the broken lock. I pick up some supplies from the battered trunk.
"Stand up bitch, hands in front of you."
I take one of his wrist, slapping a cuff on them hard. Metal hitting bone, promising a bruise. Stretching his hands up. Attaching both wrist to the shower head. I pushed the plug in harder, reminding him of it.
I take his soft penis, lining the shaft with super glue. Placing his flaccid piece back on his side thigh. Holding it in place, assuring it was glued well. I raked my nails up his stomach, his chest.
"I have some shopping to do bitch, I will be back later to handle you."
He hung there, arms heavy. Gravity pulling on them hard, sore from the time that had passed. It was now dark outside through the window. The bathroom was dark, swallowing his thoughts with it. Ass aching from holding the plug inside. Afraid to drop it, afraid of Mistress' wrath. Never had he seen her eyes go to quite that color of green. Dark forest green, shadowed with something bordering evil.
He had never seen Mistress so mad. Months of knowing her, she has always been even tempered. To the point of gentle, at times. This new side of her made him nervous, concerned. Even as he thinks that, he knows that he was excited beyond fear. His penis had jumped several times when he thought about his predicament. The pain coming hard and fast to him. Flesh ripping as he is ripped away from his own thigh. Pain quickly dousing his ardor. Lights flash on, blinding him momentarily.
After a long afternoon of shopping, my thoughts never strayed from what waited at home. Standing there, anticipating.
Naked in the shower. There he was, eyes popping to mine with the harsh light. Begging me.
I take off my clothing, slowly. My sun dress crumpling on the floor next to the shower. Lacy bra and panties following. His eyes never leaving mine. His penis rising and falling, each time a tiny tear was created. Blood trickling down, one small droplet at a time. Only an inch down the length, he had a long way to go.
"Good to see you have listened. How is that ass feeling? Tired? Sore?"
Laughing, I pull it out rapidly, showing no mercy. His eyes close, body sags with relief. Turning on the water, I step in to the shower in front of him.
I start to wash my body, lathering soap on my soft skin. Rubbing, caressing my body. Closing my eyes, hands over my breast. Touching myself, inserting a finger in to my silken folds. His sharp muffled groan interrupts my ministrations.
I reach out, ripping off the tape. Yanking the panties out of his mouth.
"Drink the water, all you will get."
"Thank you." His voice deep, raspy. Barely audible in the stream of hot water.
After a moment, I turn my back to him. Washing my long hair, massaging conditioner in to it. I back closer in to his body, my ass brushing against his glue-bound dick. He sucks in his breath, as I slowly bend over. My hands touching my ankles, smiling at the sharp shriek in response. Every time his dick got hard, a little more of his foreskin rips as it pulls away.
Turning around, I kiss him hard.
