I watched him as he tested the restraints, leather straps holding down his wrists and ankles. He was spread and vulnerable on my table, cock hard and flushed. I haven’t even touched him yet and he was already leaking precum, it was adorable and pathetic.
I gazed at him, his hands clenched in fists, occasionally pulling on the straps as he awaited my return. I sat on my chair as I watched, he knew I was there but his position meant he couldn’t see me, the waiting was one of my favourite parts. Watching him wait and hope, knowing he can’t do anything and was completely at my mercy.
As a reward I let him buy me lingerie. It was a red lacy bodysuit with an open back and low neckline, It pushed my tits up nicely and I could tell the sight had an effect on him. He was sweaty and excited, the cold table contrasting with the heat radiating off his body. The only sounds in the room were his heavy breathing and the low buzz of the vibrator inside him.
I decided I’d tortured him long enough and stood up, walking over slowly. The sounds of my heels made his head perk up, excitement and nervousness in his eyes, “repeat the colour system.” I know first-hand the effects of constant pleasure on your mind, it makes your brain clouded and fuzzy, the only thoughts being how you can get off. “Red for stop, yellow for pause and green for good.” I nodded approvingly, he was a quick learner. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and he wiggled his hips, looking for pleasure. “We haven’t even started yet, I haven’t even touched you and you’re this excited, god you are pathetic. You know that right?” “Yes goddess, I’m a pathetic bitch for you mistress.”
I pulled a long riding crop off the wall, I traced the end across his collarbone and down his stomach, he moaned softly at the contact. I drew it down to his thighs, reeled it back and hit him lightly. He flinched and gasped, I’ll go lightly for his first time. “How many hits do you think you deserve?” I could practically see his brain working, the cogs were turning in his brain and even though it was quite cute I refused to wait. I hit him again, slightly harder than the last time, “Answer me bitch. I don’t like to wait. How many.” he averted his eyes, trying to avoid the question. I leaned forward and gripped his face, my nails digging into his skin, “are you a nervous pet? Scared of what ill do to you?” I stared at him intently, “Yes goddess.” “Good.” I responded, smiling down at him. “I think I deserve 5 mistresses.”
I nodded, it sounded reasonable to me. I trailed it back down to his thighs, “Count for me. If you mess up we start again.” I hit him again, “O-one, thank you”, a quiet moan slipping out his mouth. Once more, “Two, thank you” His hips writhed and pushed off the table, hoping for stimulation. “You liked this didn’t you, you enjoy the pain. You little pervert. I bet you love being put in your place.” He nodded energetically. I switched to the other thigh, “Three, thank you goddess.” he whimpered and bit his lip, back arching off the table and eyes screwing shut. Once more, harder this time. “Fuck, f-four mistress.” His skin was glowing red and tender. I hit him one final time, hardest yet, the whack resonating around the room. “Five! Thank you goddess!” I nodded approvingly, “You took it so well sweetie. Now you want to cum don’t you? Beg for it”…
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