The Offended Lady

She was leading him on a leash through the living room. Her high heels pacing slowly but loudly in the silent home, his hands and feet crawling on the floor behind her back. She stood tall, pridefully holding her head high, elegantly moving along, dressed in the finest of clothes, wearing golden earrings, necklaces and armlets; his leash held firmly in her right hand, a whip menacingly held in her left hand. He was naked, wearing but a collar on a leash, a chastity cage on his dick, cuffs and chains on his arms and legs.

When she sat down on her armchair, she pulled the leash and motioned for him to start kissing her feet and licking her shoes. Soon after, she took off her high heels, and he started giving her a feet massage.

She placed her whip on the desk beside the armchair and lit a cigarette. She smoked for a while, looking at the ceiling, thinking, while the man caressed her feet. Finally, she spoke.

"You filthy rat", she said angrily, suddenly pushing his left foot on his face, "you're not so heroic and brave now, right? What was that all about? Who do you think you are? When did you gain the balls to step out of line in such a way? Did you think that you could get away with it, did you really believe that? Look at you now, you pathetic piece of shit, bound in chains, crawling at my feet, shaking in fear like the dog you are. What do you have to say for yourself?".

"I'm sorry, my Mistress, my Lady, I'm very, very sorry", the man answered, looking down at the floor; "I don't know what came over me. I know my place, I know who I am; I am your slave, I am your servant. You own my life, you own my manhood. It was but a temporarily lapse, one that will never happen again".

"You know what? I think that's precisely the problem. You don't know your place. At least, you forget mightily often. I should parade you on a leash in public, that ought to teach you a lesson. Teach you who you are. Teach you who I am. Teach

everyone

who we are! Yes, everyone should know. Then I'm sure you'll never forget it".

The lady put off the cigarette on the man's shoulder, and he swallowed a scream of pain. She picked up the whip and rose up. Pulling the leash, he led the man to a corner and connected his chains to the wall.

The sound of the cutting of the air and a big splash resounded as the first lash fell upon his back. He screamed. Then a second lash, a third one; they were quick, she was angry. She gave him fifteen lashes total, and by the end of it his back was red, full of marks, with a little blood, and some tears came down from his eyes. Then, after letting him sob for a while, the woman untied him from the wall. Instantly, the man, rattling his chains, threw himself at her feet, kissing her all over her legs.

"Thank you, thank you my Mistress, my divine Owner", he said. The woman was now visibly less angry, and she left out a sigh of resignation. "We'll leave it at that for now. But I'm seriously considering it: some sort of public display is in order, sooner rather than later. I don't know how, I don't know when, but secrecy isn't doing me any favors. Slavery is not optional on your mood. My wardrobe doesn't get cocky on me. None of my chattels should, including you".

With this last act for the day, the woman was ready to go to bed. It was a splendid, wide and comfty bed; three or four people would have been able to sleep there and sleep well. Besides the bed, on the floor, there stood a cage. She led the man there and locked him up. She then took off her fine clothes, her earrings, her necklaces, her armlets, and stood there naked, a few feet away from the cage, but unreachable.

"You'll stay there for a while, I believe. Probably all of tomorrow", she said casually, while she put on her pajamas. "My new servant is coming by and will be cooking and doing the chores, so there's no need for you tomorrow. You know I plan on increasing my stable; three or four slaves like you would be nice. He's a good prospect; we dated a few times first, elegant man. Bought me dinner and treated me right. Soon he was asking to submit to me. It's only been a while and I've already accepted his regular service. I think it's only a matter of time before he becomes my property".

The woman laid on the bed, seductively looking at his caged slave, before she turned off the lights. "Yes; you should definitely stay there for the full day. I want him to see: I want him to see what happens when you get on my bad side". She smiled, and the lights went off.