A silent scream erupts as a roar from my mouth.
A flogger’s sting not so gently caresses your skin.
The sweet sound of my bitter words telling you what a bad boy you’ve been.
You cower at my feet as I stand in front of you.
You clinch your teeth as my hand brushes your hair from your forehead
Before resting in a firm grip around your esophagus.
The hotness of your breath cools my emotions.
I know your mind isn’t prepared for what your body longs for.
The soothing aggressiveness of a stern look.
You instinctively spread your legs for my entry.
A slap of my cock on your back, between you cheeks, sliding along your opening.
My hand reaches around and feels the stiffness of your member.
Barely audible I hear, “Please Mistress.”
A moan as a lubed finger probes, searching your readiness.
You slowly thrust back onto my finger as it slips away from, and out of, you.
A smile forms on my lips.
Your body is ready.
Your mind is willing.
You are waiting.
“Get in your cage!”
You crawl toward your resting place,
Pausing with your hands behind your back to be tied.
Locked in with nothing except a bowl to piss in
And the inability to touch yourself
“Mistress, please. I need it.”
“I know.”
I turn and walk away at the pleasurable sound of your whimpering.
I glance back before turning off the light and closing the door.
You’re right where I want you.
You’re right where you want, and need, to be.
