Continued from my last story:
My slaves, having had their sick pleasures with my body untie my spent limbs. I fall asleep with cum leaking out of my pussy. But the next morning, I awake first. Good, I think. I will give them each the thrashing of a lifetime. Starting with my favorite. Donning my robe, I fetch my weapons of punishment. Her innocent face is so sweet when she sleeps. I wake her with a gag and drag her tiny frame to the bed, quickly cuffing her hands behind her back. “If you don’t behave,” I whisper, “I’ll make it so much much worse for you and my little bitch boys.” They’re fast asleep, totally unable to help her. Her eyes widen with fear and she obeys, allowing me to tie her ankles to the bed post with ease. “You’ll see that I can be a very cruel mistress when my orders are disobeyed.” She whimpers with fear and I smile. With a rag doused in a powerful sedative, I make sure the other two won’t wake as I tie their arms to each other around their backs.
I take out my favorite whip, making sure to brush it against her delicate skin. “Isn’t it nice to be alone together?” I bring the whip down across her sensitive thighs. She screams into her rag.
“How dare you disobey me, whore.”
Another crack of the whip.
“You broke my rules. You pleasured your pussy without permission and you used my tongue to do it.”
Another menacing crack across her thighs.
“You should have known the punishment would be severe—“
Crack. Whimper.
“And yet, you disobeyed me anyway.”
Crack. Tears.
“I will not tolerate insolence.”
Crack.
I remove her gag, knowing she can scream and no one will come to save her.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I promise I’ll never do it again, I promise I promise.”
Crack. Scream.
“I promise, Mistress! But you are so beautiful, I was weak. I worship you!”
Crack. Soft cry.
“Do you worship your Goddess?” I softly say.
“Yes,” she whimpers, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Hmm…” I sneer, “I don’t think you do..”
I bring the sharp whip down on her clean breast. She cries out in pain.
“Please, my Goddess! I worship you please don’t hurt me anymore.”
Another crack on her soft breast.
She exclaims in pain.
“Recite your prayers.”
“My Mistress is my only Goddess. Her pleasure is my only hunger, her body is my only thirst—“
Crack. She moans in pain. I slap her red, wounded thigh. This time she stifles her cry.
“I didn’t tell you to stop. Continue your prayers, from the beginning.”
“Forgive me, Mistress. My Mistress is my only Goddess. Her pleasure is my only hunger, her body is my only thirst. My body belongs in her keeping and my servitude to her is my salvation. I am her slave and she redeems me.”
Crack.
“Repeat the last lines.”
Tears streaming, she repeats “My body belongs in her keeping and my servitude to her is my salvation. I am her slave and she redeems me.”
I run my hands over her red thighs and breasts.
“Have you been punished enough?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“No,” she whimpers.
“No indeed…” I murmur.
“How will you make it up to me?”
“Please Mistress, highest Goddess, allow me the privilege of drinking the cum from your pussy. I’ll do anything to please you.”
“Surely you deserve no such honor,” I sneer.
“Please Mistress, I’ll recite my prayers every morning and every night. Please have mercy on me.”
Mounting her with my legs around her tear stained face, I smile.
“In my glory and benevolence, I shall allow you this pleasure.”
Taking each breast in my hands, I lower myself onto her waiting mouth.
My little brat sucks at my petals and my pretty little bud while I squeeze and slap her reddened breasts to remind her of her place.
“Suck me,” I groan lustily and she obeys.
It’s not long before I cum on her mouth, riding and grinding her face.
My slaves’ cum leaking into her waiting mouth.
“Good little bitch,” I quip, continuing to ride her face, eager to cum again and again on her pretty slave face.
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