Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. The way her hands were strapped to the bed made it impossible for her to wiggle free from her Mistress’ firm hand. Her throat was nearly closed by the tight grip and her eyes began to lose focus. Just when she thought she would black out her Mistress let her up for air.
“Sweet, silly girl. Are you done misbehaving for tonight? Can I get on with my plans?” Her Mistress said playfully.
Mistress’ hand moved from her throat to her deliciously hard nipple. Giving it a tug and then a small slap. The attention to her tit caused her to moan and her back to arch.
“Yes, Mistress…”
It seemed like this punishment had gone on for hours, but in reality it had been 15 minutes. The brat had wasted no time when it came to forcing the dominant woman’s hand. Mouthing off, struggling against restraints, such a poor example of a good little slave. The Mistress smiled to herself, this was one of the reasons she loved this particular toy the most. Her spirit.