After two hours of concentrated thirst
of receiving his pain, Mistress felt exhausted.
This was the second male to serve her in a sadistic/masochistic
dynamic. It really was exquisite, and
cathartic for her to release her dark yearnings from their restraint
within.
She admired her handy work and was
pleased with her efforts of marking his beautiful body. There was blood, bruising and angry redness
on his arse. His back was a rosy red
from the flogging with some exacting markings from the flogger tails. Very sharp.
She was perspiring all over. Mistress’ eyes were dilated in excitement,
her nipples were hard against the material and her Royal Cunt felt saturated
with juice and was leaking onto her inner thighs…but first things first, her slave
was half hanging, standing from his bonds.
Mistress removed his ankles bonds first, and directed him to bear weight
on them. She then leant up to remove his
wrist bonds. She felt his skin against
her, and it was slick with sweat. He was
flushed red. She directed him to kneel
in front of her and smell her excitement from giving his punishment. He looked drained but did not hesitate. He loved his Mistress’ scent… sweet
musk. She stepped away.
She commanded her slave to look up at
her, he did. She was feeling euphoric
and loved his baby blue eyes and the vulnerability evident in them. She smiled and slapped his face, hard, leaving
a nice palm print on left cheek. Tears
sprang into his eyes. Pure hotness for
her. Mistress said… now baby slave, who
do you cherish? You, Mistress Neta. Will you ever enjoy fucking another
woman? No, Mistress Neta. Why?
Because you are the ultimate Goddess, my Owner, my Mistress, and no one
compares to you at all. And, what else
slave? His eyes became uncertain as he
felt he had covered all the reasons why she was his one and only. He saw her beautiful eyes darken, he saw her
feet start to tap, and her hands were beginning twitch – a sure sign of hurt
coming his way. He stammered, she
slapped the other side of his face, and he whimpered, “sorry Mistress. Please.
I’m so sorry. For what,
slave? For not saying I love you, and
only you. I am yours and slave will
never show my arrogance again in front of another woman, or flirt with
another. Mistress Neta, it is you I love
and will do so for the rest of my days”.
Mistress Neta stared down at him as if he was a piece of shit for a
moment, then placed her hand under his chin and gripped it. She pulled his face upwards and said: well, wasn’t
that easy to say. He nodded rapidly.
OK sweet slave, you are going to feel
soreness all over so let’s get you up on to my bed. Place a towel on the bed as I don’t want any
of that blood getting on to my sheets.
He stood up, wobbled slightly.
And shuffled away, no loping, just shuffling. Mistress was amused she had beaten him into
further submission. Very satisfying for
her. His arrogance had always been there
and each time it reared its head, she was going to deal with it smartly.
She waited until she could hear him moving
around in the bedroom. Up the stairs,
Mistress walked and kneeling at the side of the bed was her enslaved one. So beautiful in his enslavement. Get on to the bed, slave, lay on your
stomach, I want to view the hurt I have lavished upon you. Gingerly, he stood up. Mistress was entertained by his stiff
movements. Her poor baby slave, she
grinned.
slave lay on the bed and waited for
what his Mistress had in store for him next.
He was hurting physically. He
felt a little broken inside but he was OK with that because this was his gift
to this magnificent Woman. He felt her
weight on the back of his thighs… and she spoke soothingly to him. He could not hear her words but he did feel
calmed by them. Her hands touched his
broken skin on his arse and he groaned in pain.
She then grasped them tightly and giggled. Yes, Mistress was one wicked woman when she
wasn’t being serious, or sexy. slave
squirmed under her touch and he was being reminded about what he had just
experienced over the past two hours. The
intensity and pain was painful but he had accepted it because this is what he
wanted to experience with his Mistress.
She sat on his arse and pushed him further into the bed. He felt his cock start to harden. Mistress then dragged her nails down his back
onto his sensitive, flogged skin. It was
painful yet pleasurable. Strange
sensations. He would process them at a
quieter time. Mistress moved her mouth
on to his shoulders and proceeded to suck on him, leaving more marks. She loved to give him love bites as he
bruised so easily. After leaving two bites
on either shoulder, she sat back up on his back again and next minute he felt
weight on the back of his head, and she pushed his face down into the
pillow. He was unprepared and did not have
time to catch breath. Mistress held his
face there for a few seconds and when the pressure was alleviated he gasped for
breath. Mistress laughed, she really was
in a shocking wicked mood. He prepared
himself for another suffocating moment, and it came. Mistress held his head down longer and he was
struggling, he felt his lungs were about to explode, and body was beginning to
squirm beneath her and she released him.
She got off him and he heard clothing being removed. She told him to turn over and he did. Mistress noted her slave’s cock was
hard. She removed his cock ring so she
could impale herself on his full cock properly… later.
She was beautiful. He loved her body, it was perfect. He loved her face, it was perfect. He loved her dominance – it was truly
perfect.
Now slave, how do you feel? Are you up to some love making with your
Mistress? He replied, slightly
breathless, nodding his head at the same time, yes Mistress Neta. She placed her forefinger between her Royal
Cunt, and when she removed it, it was drenched.
She smeared his lips with her love moistness, and said – show me how
gentle you can make love to me, slave.
...the slave knew that he was truly worthy of his Mistress...and
they made passionate love...
