I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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"Yes Mistress V, I'll be a good boy, I promise!"
His cries were muffled under the heel of the boot I had pressed into the side of face. I took the bull whip and struck it hard against the ground, inches from the side of his face. The tremble in his body from the striking sound had a rush of pleasure flowing through my body.
This. This is what got me off.
Alan was a high level businessman worth millions. Alan was also a masochist. He loved the fear I brought to him, he loved the pain I gave him. He absolutely loved the derogatory terms and humiliation I threw his way.
I pushed the heel of my boot farther into his face.
"And why the fuck should I believe that, Alan?"
I could tell his dick was hard.
This. This is what got him off.
"I swear Mistress V, please," He begged.
I removed my heel from his face, and used the tip of my boot to nudge his face to the side so he was facing me. I watched the glaze of lust flashing over his eyes as I stroked the length of my bullwhip, watching his eyes follow my movements with intense concentration.
I removed myself from straddling above him and walked a few strides away from him, the leather of my corset felt constricting in the best way. I swayed my hips, knowing he was watching my every move.
I turned when I deemed far enough and watched my masterpiece. I had him spread naked on the rough concrete of my dungeon. His feet, calves, thighs, and wrists were expertly placed in a hog tie. One of my favorites because it rendered my clients completely helpless.
Every. Single. Aspect. Was in my complete control.
I lifted my whip and brought it down hard against his body, watching the thin red bruise form against his pale skin.
"Count, you worthless little bitch!" I demand as he moans a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"One! Thank you Mistress V!" He groans out.
I raise the whip again, and bring it down harder.
His groans distract him from his duties.
I fucking hate distractions.
"I said, FUCKING COUNT!"
"Yes Mistress. Two, thank you Mistress!"
I smiled in satisfaction, and continued to whip my little bitch.
"You like being good for me, don't you little Alan?"
Alan nodded frantically – well as much as he could with his face pressed against the concrete.
