What a day! Surely my night would be better, wouldn't it? Usually Friday was the best night of my week.
I knocked at his door, knowing that I should be pleased if he failed to answer quickly as it would give me a simple excuse to punish him, even if he had been good. And given how frustrated I was, and how much I wanted to relieve that tension within myself, I longed to express myself through my whip.
Much to my surprise he answered almost as soon as I knocked. I wondered if he was just sitting close to the door to prevent me taking my Friday frustration out on his "poor defenceless body".
So I thought I would satisfy my curiosity by simply teasing him with my body.
"Denis darling, have you been waiting long?" I asked him with a grin on my face.
"No," he replied.
"Why don't you sit back down on that chair for me," I instructed, as I pointed to the chair placed close to the front door of his spacious apartment.
I watched as he meekly moved his body and sat carefully on the high-back arm-chair. Perfect, there was no escaping.
Now he was perfectly placed, I leant over and whispered in his ear, "how was your day my little cherub?"
I looked into his eyes. They couldn't help themselves. How weak! His eyes stared down the front of my open blouse at the sapphire full cup bra. Now my trap had returned its predator a delicious prey to feast upon.
"You filthy bastard," I screamed as I stepped back and slapped him hard across his face, "how dare you stare at my breasts, are you so pathetic that you can't even stop yourself from drooling at the sight of my body?"
He looked slightly startled as I taunted him, "did you like what you saw, you filthy pervert? What right do have to look at my body like that? Haven't I told you -- over and over again -- you can't look down at my breasts unless I give you permission to?"
Those eyes, his pleading eyes, looked sparkling as he mumbled, "yess, you have."
"So what's wrong with you, why can't you follow my simple instruction? Are you so very weak that you can't do what you're told and keep your roaming eyes where they are supposed to be?" I questioned him as I unbuttoned my blouse.
Now it was fully open, I pulled the sides of the blouse away from each other so that my bra was fully exposed. I stepped forward with my breasts housed neatly in their sapphire full cup prison.
As I pushed my covered breasts across his face, I interrogated him "Is this what you want? Did you want them rubbed all over your face you filthy weak bastard? Or did you want to just breathe in the aroma of my Channel perfume?"
"Yes, err, I mean no," he stammered.
"Well what is it?" I enquired, "Yes or no?"
I watched as he saw the trap close around him. No matter what he answered I would gain what I most wanted.
Finally I could see him working up to a response.
"I wanted to see your nipples," he cheekily replied.
I slapped him again, even harder this time, across his face.
"You'll regret being cheeky to me, you and your disgustingly perverted needs. How dare you try to look at my nipples when I have told you they are not yours to look at? You know that quite well, and you deserve to be punished for your insolence."
I could see him looking worried now. Maybe he could sense just how wound up I was; the stress and frustration needed an outlet and he was my outlet tonight.