My little bend over whore
Yesterday I was at Studio Elegance in Munich very early. To be exact, it was 9:00 in the morning. As much as I enjoy giving my subs a restful night with my mean games, I have to confess that I am definitely a morning person. This creates a moment of surprise for many of my clients. Because this energetic presence is not expected in the morning hours. This is what happened to my first victim that day, when he came in I was already standing in the front door with a leash and the collar studded with pins. I was wearing overknees and a tight latex dress that flattered my figure in the most perverse way.
I looked deep into Dave’s eyes and said coldly, “Don’t move an inch,” which was redundant. He was frozen by the sight of me anyway. Now I put the leash on and said firmly, “Take off all your clothes and put them on the sideboard”, embarrassed and halting he tried to comply with my demand. Of course I couldn’t resist a few vulgarities and pretended, for example, that I had heard the doorbell ring downstairs. When he had neatly folded his underwear and placed it on the sideboard, I asked: “Ready?”; he stammered: “Yes Her-rin”, I hissed: “It’s about time!”, now I ordered him to walk behind me but not to look at my ass under any circumstances. Of course I took long and swinging steps to make our way as difficult as possible for him.
Once in the room, I placed him in the middle of the room and covered his eyes with an eye mask. He was trembling. “So now,” I exclaimed, “…and you’re going to tell me that you weren’t looking at my ass?”. He took a deep breath and stammered: “Mistress, I swear…”, “You disgust me!” I replied firmly and spat at him. He lowered his head. “I’ll show you today what I do to depraved liars like you!”, “If you really think I haven’t noticed your furtive glances, I urgently need to show you which one of us is being taken for a fool”, he nodded but said, “Mistress, I think this is a misunderstanding”, “A misunderstanding?”, I laughed out loud, “Well, if that’s the case…” I said with an ironic undertone. He heard my footsteps moving away from him and suspected evil. Of course, he couldn’t see what I was holding for his errant words.
It was a stun gun. I held it against his trembling torso and thought about which part would be the most painful. I finally decided on his dangling, swollen balls. Zszszsch, he made a wide leap upwards as if he were attempting a dunk. “And that was step one of ten, now you better think real hard about who’s in charge.” He stammered, “I’m scared,” to which I said, laughing, “Good!”. I pulled him by the leash to the punishment trestle and placed him on it. His arms were firmly attached to it with ropes. On the table next to him were various instruments that I had prepared for his punishment. “You are my kipper whore today, and whenever you make a mistake, I will fuck your ass cunt with a bigger strap-on” He gulped and begged, “Mistress, please don’t”, “Mistress, please don’t” I mimicked him in an exaggerated voice. I laughed out loud and reached for the crop, “You count nicely, understand?”, “Yes mistress”. He counted to 20 and after the twentieth stroke I paused for a moment, then took another swing, unfortunately he started again and said: “1” I corrected him: “21”, he repeated the number and thought that would be enough. I said contemptuously, “too late”.
I armed myself with a strap-on and gave him 21 deep strokes so he could remember the mistake well too. The whipping punishment started all over again, this time it was 40 strokes. “And you count again, understand?” he nodded humbly. He was so nervous that he made another mistake, I said: “I think you have to go back to school and learn to count. He knew what was coming next. “Spread your legs!” I ordered him. With one thrust I was inside him again, he now had to endure an even bigger dildo than before. He moaned loudly. “You know the game, now you have to take 40 thrusts”, he said, “of course mistress”. I pushed forward with all my might, “You like that, don’t you? That’s how I use men who look at my ass without permission.” “Mistress, I won’t do it again I promise”. “Your words mean nothing to me! Off to the rack!”.
With a dangling strap-on, I fixed him sternly. He was trembling all over. “Mistress, what are you doing to me?”. This question suited me just fine. I reached for the eye mask again and took away his vision, then I attached electrodes to his member and enjoyed the view of my trembling, unsuspecting play object. Now I turned the knob. He moaned: “Please, please don’t”, I replied in a calm tone: “Oh yes, you have to endure everything I do to you”. He accepted his situation. What else could he do. Now I attached the mastubator to him and took the eye patch off his face. “Now I want to see what you can do, you’re not leaving until you’re ready!”. The lever was pulled and he was now automatically milked. I had both hands free to clamp him all over his body, making it difficult for him to come with pain.
Breathing heavily, he gasped: “Please release me! “Are you on the verge of it already? So I can control you that easily,” I said laughing. His moans became louder and louder. Whenever that happened, I switched off the machine and tortured him with my nails and the needle wheel. After the 7th repetition, I had pushed him to his limits and he kept muttering, “Please!”. I ignored that and just kept going. Now I sat on his face with my shiny dress and extended my claws, I turned the milking machine back on and said, “I’m counting down now, if you don’t make it spot on, I’ll send you home like this!”. He couldn’t answer, of course. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…”, all at once a suppressed groan erupted from under me. I left him without comment and said goodbye afterwards.
