All other slaves were shocked to see this new slave. My slaves had never seen me but they had heard of my charismatic aura and my divine beauty from their other previous mistresses who were the part of the billionaire club.
They were surprised and sad to see a petulant body being dragged along with their angelic beauty mistress. Not to mention, the pain he was going to endure, he had no idea of, looked just impossible for such an over-stuffed slave.
I made the slave naked. Asked him to stand chair-mode till the time, I would undress myself and doll myself up in some casual night sleep gown.
The slave stood like a chair. I undressed my hot pants and I had barely made it to my panty that the slave fell back over his ass.
I bust my gut. Couldn't help but laugh. But the slave earned a punishment. He cried, growled at my feet. But it was a fool's errand. He had to be punished.
He had to be taught a lot of things. I brought my caning stick and made him bare-ass. A 100 canes.
I started beating, he began crying, I was having my sexual fetish satisfaction as I painted him hot burnish purple in his smelly repulsive ass.
He had fallen unconscious at maybe 80th cane. So, the next 20 canes were just an unnecessary effort from me.
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The Confessions Of A Merciless Mistress
FantasíaThis is the story of a relentless and brutal mistress named Tamanna and her new slave Hardik. The story is recounted by Mistress Tamanna. Mistress Tamanna had a brand of being a tyrant oppressor to slaves, she wouldn't throw a drop of mercy upon th...
