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.
"Right, you know what I want you to do. You need to be punished. Take off your pants and lie over my lap," I ordered him.
I sat down in my special chair across from his high-back arm chair, he kept glancing across at me to see what I was doing.
I had my large handbag with me. I sat in my chair, and reached into my bag removing my scarlet red riding crop. It sat so snugly into the palm of my hand ready to do my bidding to create some undeniable havoc. I dropped it back into my bag until I needed it.
The docile creature, known as Denis, slowly removed his pants. Then he carefully removed his underwear, going into the adjoining room to lay his clothes neatly on his bed.
He certainly needed a special punishment, I explained this to him as he walked slowly toward where I was sitting patiently in my chair, "you have purposefully dragged this out haven't you? Just because I didn't tell you this time to be quick, you have removed your pants as slowly as possible. Don't think I haven't noticed! You will be punished severely for making me wait while you wander around the house finding the right location to disrobe."
I had what I needed in my bag for his special punishment -- I wouldn't forget! His time would come for me to inflict this as a way to repay him for making me wait. He just didn't seem to understand how wound up and stressed I was; silly boy to make me dwell on my frustration by dawdling as he undressed.
Finally he wandered up next to me and lay across my lap. He looked tense as he slowed lowered himself so that his naked bottom was exposed to my sight.
"Remember, if you try to escape from what I'm about to do, you will be even more severely punished. And if you don't co-operate as I want, then you can find yourself someone else to dispense the punishments you deserve," I reminded him.
"Yes Mistress, I won't move. I'll do exactly as you say. And you are free to do whatever you want," he murmured.
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do to you, you little snivelling worm. I make the rules and you follow my rules. And don't forget that!" I screamed at him.
While this interchange had been going on, I was surreptitiously searching my bag for the vibrator I had in there -- it was in a plastic bag covered in lubricant.
As I yelled at him, I used my left hand to part the cheeks of his bottom so that I could see his little brown arse. Then with my right hand I moved the small shiny hard vibrator towards its target.
It nosed against his tight opening, I yelled again at him.
