I'm always excited knowing my play thing is locked up in his cage waiting for my every command. He better be awake before me and on his fucking knees if he knows what is good for him. I roll over and see him laying there asleep. I smack him hard across the face,
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!"
Startled and awoken realizing he has displeased me he apologizes as he knows he must. "I'm so sorry Goddess what can I do to make up for my failings?" His tiny cock caged between his legs he gets on the floor on his knees and bows down.
"Fucking worthless dog. Crawl your ass to the play closet and get my paddle. The one that has Bitch written on it. You need that imprinted on your pathetic ass."
He replies "Yes Goddess" and I watch him scurry off, head hung knowing he's going to get beaten hard, knowing his ass will be red and the title of "bitch" will be displayed for my amusement.
I hear him digging through the toy box. "Hurry the fuck up, this isn't that difficult. Can't you do anything right?" He crawls back to me, paddle in mouth and waits for me to take it. I yank it out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry Goddess I can't do anything right. I am worthless. Please use me as you wish so I can learn."
I grab him by the chin and look right into his eyes. "Oh don't worry Princess, I will."
"Ass up, head on the floor! Sit like that and wait." Crawling out of bed I push his head into the ground with my foot. "Don't fucking move. Goddess of course needs to dress for her slave." Taking my time as I choose my outfit, peeking in every once and awhile, making sure he's down for me. I've chosen my latex bra and panties with a zipper paired with knee high boots. He needs to hear me coming, needs to anticipate his punishment. For him I've decided he needs a cute little pair of pink lacy panties, matching bra and of course a skirt. My sissy loves to dress up for me while he does my bidding.
Walking into the room, my heels clicking. "Head up. Compliment my outfit."
He looks up, his face has stress marks from being pressed to the floor. "You look beautiful my Goddess, as always."
I walk over and pet his sweet head. "Good boy." He smiles a little, tentative, wanting to please me but knowing he's already made a mistake today and knowing he will pay. I crouch down, look at him with those puppy dog eyes, know he wants the punishment. Swiftly pushing his head down, "Back down for me, you know what you get." A moan escapes him as I push his head back to the ground. "What do you deserve?"
He replies, breathless "To be punished, Goddess". Walking behind him and teasing him, rubbing the paddle on his ass, gentle taps.
"I can't hear you."
Loudly he replies "TO BE PUNISHED, GODDESS!"
Three hard smacks directly on his ass as he is begging for his punishment. He's groaning but I know he wants it. Precum is leaking from his cage. "You like this don't you, sick fuck?"
He gasps out "Yes, I do."
I reply "Then beg for more."
"Please give me more, I need it, I deserve it!" I grab him by the waist, my nails digging in and smack him repeatedly until I see "Bitch" prominently displayed on his ass. He's groaning and leaking cum all over the floor, he can't control himself. Worthless, pathetic, a fucking sissy.
"What happens when you make a mess, you disgusting whore?" As my good slave he knows to clean up after himself. Crawling backwards he starts lapping up his cum, he loves the taste of his mess, he knows I love watching him eat his cum. He wants to taste himself all day knowing that mess is for me, that my torture, my commands have made his cock strain and he can only release precum for me. He craves it. He anticipates me allowing him to eat it.
"Now dress pretty for me." I lay out his sissy outfit and watch him as he puts it on. I want him to feel embarrassed and humiliared. I pull out my phone. "Smile for the camera, Sugar." I start taking pictures of him and tell him he needs to do some cute poses and a nice spin in his skirt. "Good little bitches love having their picture taken." I can see his cage pressed up against his panties, his balls tight against the lace. It's turning me on, I'm wet and needing to cum. Should I use his tongue and work my clit on him and use him as my fuck toy? Or have him fetch my vibrator so he can watch me knowing he gets no pleasure and does not get to taste my moist, wanting cunt?
Since he was a bad slave I've opted to cum with my vibrator. I demand he fetches it for me also my dildo and my nipple clamps. I'll allow minor participation. He can tug them for me while I vibrate my clit, his face close enough to see it dripping for him. He can smell my essence but he will not touch me, not taste me.
He returns with the vibrator in his mouth. He watches me unzip my my panties exposing myself for him to see but not touch. I press the wand hard between my legs, at the edge of the bed so he has a good view of my pussy and is watching me writhe. He is holding the chains from my clamps and is tugging as directed. With my other hand I work my dildo in, it slides in easily as I'm soaking wet and dripping. "I know you want this to be your cock. That unsatisfying prick of yours. I need a real cock, I need to fuck myself to get pleasure."
Nodding he says "I know Goddess, I'm sorry, I know I disappoint you."
"Shut up, pull my clamps, watch me cum!" Working myself I cum, fucking myself hard and fast, he's watching and wondering if I'll allow him to cum today.
Feeling relaxed I require he pamper me. I request my crop and tell him to get me breakfast. He does so and crouches at my feet to act as my foot rest while I eat. Light taps to his ass and balls while I enjoy my food, to let him know he's doing a good job. He thanks me for every touch, thankful to be used, enjoying his role as my submissive.
Dogs need walks. Mine is no different. "Get me your collar and leash."
He replies anxiously, "Yes Goddess" and brings them to me, always in his mouth. His collar is pink and has "Owned" written across it. His leash is a chain. I snap his collar around his neck securely and clip on his leash. Crop in hand I smack his ass to begin and parade him around the house, walking in front of him and dragging him behind me. If he can't keep pace he chokes a little. That's okay, he likes it. Over the hardwood floors, walking at a quick enough pace to hear him struggle. He will have bruises on his knees when we are done. And he will thank me for it.