Once Louis was standing in his corner, I picked up the stereo remote and put on some soft jazz.
"He's standing too close to the speaker to hear us, if we speak softly."
"Della, he must have been excited, being treated that way. Why else would he allow you to humiliate him, unless he enjoys being dominated?"
I turned to face Stephie. I reached out and gently took her into my arms. I placed one hand to the back of her neck and gently ran my fingers down her pretty cheek with the other. I pulled her close and gently kissed her. I lovingly parted her lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. We kissed until I could feel her heart rate increase. I felt her breath on my face exhale rapidly. Just when I felt that her ardor was at its peak, I placed my hands on the sides of her face and looked deeply into her big blue eyes. Steph was actually panting, her cute little face a picture of lust and desperation. I smiled at her.
"That's why he obeys me. That's why he endures my discipline. He has no fetishes, but one. I am his fetish. I have become an addiction for him, and addicts will do anything for their fix. His dignity no longer matters."
I slipped lower on the sofa and placed her so that she rested on my chest, our cheeks touching. While I spoke, we gazed at Louis, standing naked in the corner with a bar of soap in his mouth and his bright red bottom on display.
"It's really wonderful. There's no need for props; no whips or chains or restraints. There are no safe words, because this is not a scene; this is administering punishment and teaching discipline. I don't need to dress him in panties and such. In fact, feminizing him would undermine our relationship.
He doesn't even realize that he's being dominated. He sincerely believes that he must endure his punishments in order to please me. This isn't role playing for Louis; it is his destiny. Before he realized how much pleasure it gave me, he never wanted to lick my pussy. Now, he's become an expert."
Stephie raised her head so she could see my face. She spoke with a voice timid with apprehension.
"Does he do it better than me?"
I smiled and kissed her softly on her pouting lips.
"Of course not, but he'll kneel on the floor between my legs and lick me for hours, or as long as I desire. I reward him by riding him like a pony until he cums inside me. Of course, I then ride his face until he makes me cum, over and over again. No matter how many times I fuck him, he's always ready for more. All I have to do is touch his dick and it's stiff as a twig."
I rose from the sofa and suggested that she compose herself while I went to the kitchen. I returned with a bowl of water and a dish cloth. I returned to my place on the dining room chair and called to Louis. He scurried from his corner and came to stand before the coffee table. I spoke to him gently, as if he were an errant little boy.
"Come, Louis, come sit on my lap."
Once he settled his red bottom gingerly on my lap, I removed the bar of soap from his mouth. I took the dish cloth and dipped it into the water. I then gently washed his mouth, speaking softly to him as I wiped his tongue.
"Oh, Louis, whatever am I going to do with you? Just when I think you've learned how to please me, you do something clumsy or foolish. You know that I hate to punish you. If you could only learn to behave, it would be so unnecessary. Besides, it's such a waste of time, don't you think?"
"Yes, dear."