Unfastening her hands from the leather straps I watch heavy tears run down her face. My slaves rarely got to come and they sure as hell didn't do it without permission. This bitch knew the rules and knew that I don't show whores mercy.
"Spread your cunt for me" shaky hands quickly moved to do as I ordered.
Spitting onto her pussy I rub it into her with my middle finger "what a pretty little cunt we have here." Going up I tap her glistening clit "such a shame I'm gonna ruin it."
She shudders clearly knowing my power. Not wanting to disappoint my whore I walk over to the phone on the wall and dial seven. Calling my strongest boy. Which reminds me that I haven't used him in a while.
In less than a minute he's at my feet, peppering my leather shoe with kisses."What can I do for you Master?" he politely asks. Good boy.
"Get up"
Jumping to his feet he stands up straight with his hands clasped behind his back, buff chest pushed out displaying clamped nibbles, and legs far apart. His dick hangs with a black ring secured tightly around it.
"I have a lesson to teach" I say, turning to walk back to my toy knowing he'll follow. Once there I hand him the whip and move to swipe up her juices from the table. With my hand nice and wet I slowly stroke the faggots dick. "I want you to give this cunt thirty lashes" she lets out a loud muffled cry. "And every time this bitch lets go you add five."
When he doesn't reply I glance at him with narrowed eyes.
Startled he immediately lowers his glazed eyes letting out a fast "yes Master."