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He had been here before so he knew what was expected of him. He quickly signed the release form with a trembling hand and handed it to me. I smiled at the way his hand trembled and the beads of perspiration on his forehead. This was only his second time so he was still a relative virgin at this. Still, he had shown a remarkable tolerance for pain the last time he was here, so this might prove to be an interesting evening.
He had already paid his fee so there was nothing left to do but take him to the dungeon and have my way with him. I smiled wickedly as I thought about what I had in mind for him tonight. Unless I was reading him completely wrong he was going to become a regular customer of mine. It was clear that he was anticipating and eventful evening.
“Are you ready?” I asked in a melodic voice.
His eyes lifted briefly and nearly met mine, then lowered again.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Follow me.”
I led him to the dungeon which looked different than the last time he had been here. I had made some improvements and added more furniture. He immediately noticed the changes, his eyes moving around the room taking it all in.
“Take off your clothes, fold them and put them on the table.”
“Yes Ma’am,” came his meek reply.
When he was naked I ordered him to kneel on the floor. He did so without any hesitation, apparently having learned his lesson the last time he had been to see me. This pleased me and I regarded his bent frame. I slowly circled him letting my heels clack loudly on the floor. Clearly he needed to shed a few pounds, and I poked my crop against his flabby midsection.
“You need to lose weight. How often do you work out?”
“I don’t work out at all Ma’am.”
Visions of a single man zoning out in front of the TV while downing a six pack of beer filled my mind.
“You need to start working out and lose some weight if you want to continue seeing me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Get up,” I commanded. “You’re a lazy, fat slob. You’re not worthy of serving me. I should throw you out until you lose some of that flab.”
“Oh, Mistress pleeeeease…” His face portrayed the absolute anguish he felt at the thought of being sent away.
“Shut-up! You’re going to have to earn everything you get! Understand me?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said bowing his head.
I buckled wrist cuffs onto his arms and grabbed a handful of his hair. He gasped as I led him to a spreader bar dangling from the ceiling. I quickly attached the wrist cuffs to it and left him there to contemplate what might follow. I picked up my leather crop and began to circle him slowly once more.
“You have a lot to learn Mr. Bored Businessman, and we may as well get started with your training right away. Since you are back for a second session I assume that you will be back for a third and so on. I always name the little sluts that come to visit me on a regular basis. I must find a suitable name for you as well. How about Dee-Dee? I rather like that name for you.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered under his breath.
“Excuse me? What did you say? It almost sounded like you said ‘thank you mistress for giving me a pet name’ but I could be wrong…so please, do speak up and say it a little louder.”
His rolled his eyes and I immediately struck his ass with my crop. He yelped loudly.
“You did NOT just roll your eyes at me did you? DID YOU?” I screamed at him.
“NO MA’AM, NO MA’AM, NO - I“
“Now you are lying about rolling your eyes at me! What a fake little bastard you are! YOU must be taught some manners!”
I struck his ass repeatedly with the crop as he wailed with every stroke swinging ever so slightly from the spreader bar. I stopped briefly to regard my handiwork. Yes, his ass was a bright red and would soon show bruising. A good start, but not pleasing enough for me by a long shot.
I lay aside the crop and picked up my leather flogger. He whimpered and tried to swing his body around away from me.
“Oh, I’m soooo sorry little boy. There is no way around it. You are going to have to be punished. First off, you do not seem to be very grateful that I chose to give you a pet name, second you were VERY disrespectful to roll your eyes at me, and third you lied to my face. NOT a very good way to treat a Mistress now is it?”
“N-n-no Ma’am.”
“No indeed, it isn’t. It won’t be tolerated, and the sooner you learn that the better.”
I retrieved the leather harness and butt plug, and with less care than the previous time I fitted the butt plug into place and buckled the harness around his body.
I began to flog him quickly finding my rhythm and criss-crossing his back with strokes. He didn’t cry out at first, but after five full minutes he began to whimper. After ten minutes he began to moan under his breath, still keeping his mouth shut. After fifteen minutes his back began to show signs of a serious flogging and he began to cry out each time a blow landed on his back.
I put the flogger aside and reached down and fondled his rock hard cock.
“You really like being punished don’t you?” I said sweetly. “Look at that little cock! It’s rock hard! Too bad it’s too small for me to really do anything with it. My dildo is bigger than what you have!” I laughed sadistically.
I heard him gasp as I started absentmindedly massaging his cock.
“In fact, it won’t be long before you get to see my dildo, because I’m going to be sliding it up your ass real soon! Such a good little ass boy you will make too! That ass of yours was made to take a dildo, wasn’t it?”
He didn’t answer, so I grabbed a handful of hair.
“Wasn’t it?” I demanded as I jerked his head back.
“Yes Ma’am!”
“When I ask you a question from now on you had better answer me! You little slut!” I yelled.
“Yes Ma’am!”
I detached his wrist and ankle cuffs from the spreader bar, and grabbed his hair again.
“YOU owe me an apology don’t you? On your knees bitch!”
He fell to his knees and bowed his head low as I placed a high heeled foot on his back to press him down even lower. He moaned as the pressure from my shoe reminded him of the flogging he had just received.
“Let’s see how good you are at apologizing. One, you apologize for rolling your eyes at me, and two you apologize for lying to me. Then, you thank me for giving you a pet name. If you do not please me I will throw you out of my dungeon and you will not be allowed to EVER come back! Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am!”
I stood over him waiting like the supreme Goddess that I knew myself to be. He was a slow learner, but I confess, it was more fun that way!
“Mistress, I am soooo very sorry that I was disrespectful and rolled my eyes at you. I won’t EVER do that again I promise, and I’m VERY sorry that I lied to you. I should NEVER, EVER, EVER lie to you. And thank you soooo much for giving me a pet name.”
I waited a few moments to make him sweat it out.
“That’s it? That’s all you can think of to say? How pathetic!”
I walked around his crumpled form observing my handiwork on his back and ass and smiled. He looked good dressed in welts!
“You are not worthy to lick the dirt off my feet! You know that?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Do you want to kiss my pretty feet?”
“Ohhhhh yes Ma’am, I would love to kiss your feet!”
“It doesn’t sound like it! Can’t you beg any better than that?”
“Ohhhhh Ma’am, I would loooooove to kiss your feet. I would looooooove to show my devotion to you by licking your feet with my tongue…”
I began tapping my foot on the floor.
“You can’t apologize OR beg worth a damn! What the fuck are you good for?”
I walked across the room and sat down in my comfy chair crossing my legs and kicking my shoes off.
“Get your ass over here!” I commanded.
He sprang to his feet and I thundered, “NO! I didn’t give you permission to stand! You can crawl across the floor like the dog that you are!”
He dropped back to his knees and crawled across the floor to me.
“Look at you! You worthless worm! Crawling around on the floor like a dog! Make yourself useful and lick my foot clean of all the dirt and sweat on it!”
He began enthusiastically kissing and licking my foot. I picked up the newspaper from the nearby table and began to read. I allowed him to service my foot for about 15 minutes, and then crossed my legs in the opposite direction so that he could service my other foot. He was just starting to enjoy it when I made him stop. He was no longer on his hands and knees like a dog, but kneeling again.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? I told you to serve me while on your hands and knees! I did NOT tell you that you could kneel! You’re not only a flabby slob, but stupid too! You can’t even follow simple directions!”
He cringed at my anger, as I put my shoes back on. I reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him to his feet.
“I know what YOU need little boy! YOU need something that will help you listen to what you are told to do!”
I fitted him with a blindfold.
“Now, let’s see how well you can follow directions!”
I started giving him directions for moving around the room without being able to see. Several times he ran into things, barked his shins, and bruised his arms, chest, and face. After 20 minutes of this he began to slow down and really listen to what I was telling him. Once he did, he stopped running into things.
I walked over to him and whispered into his ear, “Congratulations, you just earned your way out of that blindfold.”
Before I removed it I decided to have some fun with him. I grabbed a handful of hair and shoved him hard up against the wall. I started to kiss him deeply and passionately, and took hold of his cock again. It was throbbing hard against my hand. I kissed him and massaged his cock until he began to moan. Then, I removed his blindfold.
“Did you think I was going to jerk you off? Just like that? Hu?” “You filthy slut!” I said slapping his face. “Do you honestly think this is all about YOU and what YOU want? Get down on your knees!”
He immediately fell to his knees and bowed his head trembling. How I loved to see a man tremble before me. It was so delicious.
“Your time is almost up, and you’re still wearing that harness and butt plug. How are you going to earn your way out of it this time? Hmmmm?”
“I don’t know Ma’am. However you say.”
I walked around him letting him wonder what I was going to do to him next. The welts on his back were still red and swollen, and he showed some bruising on his ass. I smiled knowing that he would feel those for several days. Still, no lasting damage was done to him, and he was a better man for having endured my lash.
“I know!” I said enthusiastically, “how about if you show me how well you can Worship in Heaven!”
I knew he didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, and I relished that fact. I’m such a sadistic bitch.
“Follow me!” I walked back over to my chair, and to his credit he crawled over on his hands and knees.
‘Damn!’ I thought to myself, he’s learning much too fast!
“Come here my little puppy dog, I have something I want you to do for me.” I said sweetly.
He crawled closer, and I gestured at my thong.
“Be a good little puppy and pull these off of me with your teeth.”
It took him a few minutes to figure out how to use his lips and teeth to get the thong off of me without biting me. He pulled and struggled to get them down; first one side and then the other. Finally, they dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Once they were off, I sat down in my chair and scooted my ass as close to the edge as I could.
“Now then, little boy…you have my permission to Worship in Heaven. Bring that tongue of yours here and show me how much you loooooove to worship your Goddess.” I said gesturing toward my pussy.
It finally dawned on him what I wanted him to do, and he jumped to do my bidding enthusiastically. I could see that his cock was rock hard again, and knew how badly he needed to cum. I let him service me long enough to know that he wasn’t half bad at it, but certainly not good enough for me to climax any time soon. I sighed knowing that he was going to need a LOT of practice at this!
“STOP!” I roared at him, and he immediately bowed himself to the floor at my feet in fear of what I might do to him next. Delicious.
“You are truly pathetic! I don’t know WHAT you think you are doing but whatever it is it’s NEVER going to get me off! It seems that you simply can’t do anything right! I don’t know what I’m going to do with you!”
He seemed to know that was his cue to beg for my forgiveness, “Mistress, I’m soooo sorry, I haven’t done a whole lot of this, and I-“
“Shut-up! I have no more time to spend with you tonight. I’m tired of trying to train you properly and sick of having you screw up.”
I reached down and unbuckled the leather harness, and let it fall to the floor. I removed the butt plug from his ass, and picked up the leather harness.
“Put your clothes on and leave. I’m not willing to waste any more of my time on you tonight.”
I stalked out of the dungeon leaving him cold, and empty, and alone, and knew he would be back for more.
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