It’s a funny old life being a domme. Some days I get up feeling that all is lovely, fluffy and pinky boo. There are other days, and yesterday was one, when I wake up wanting to hurt someone – a slave or miserable male wretch. As soon as I had showered, I got on the hot line to my good friend Lady Lash and aked her to meet my at the dungeon that night. Then I got on the mobile to my long-term slave Toy and ordered him round here for 7 30. All I needed now was a willing victim. He soon emerged – an email from a new sub who wanted to meet that very night. Perfect. As the day went on, my thoughts grew increasingly dark as I imagined what I would do to the sub. It really got my juices going as you can imagine. I couldn’t wait for the evening to arrive. It did so with the arrival of Lady L who was looking as stunning as usual in her leather boots, black skirt and basque top. I told her that tonight someone was going to get it and she relished the idea as well.
About a half hour later, Toy arrived exactly as he was ordered to: bang on time and ready to get naked and don my favourite gimp mask. I had fun deciding what to wear to reflect my now overwhelming desire to inflict punishment. I chose PVC – it’s always my material of choice when feeling especially cruel.
At the appointed time, the new slave arrived. Miss L opened the door and after a very cursory greeting gave him a hard slap round the face .for not immediately getting to his knees in the presence of a goddess. He soon did as he was ordered and without waiting, Lady L attached a dog leash to his puny neck and led him to the dungeon..giving him a few encouraging kicks on the way.
Once in my evil lair he was ordered to strip off and present himself to me. I arrived wth due ceremony, looking I have to say, a million dollars in my outfit. I immediately ordered the naked slave to kneel before me and I gave him no less than 20 hard slaps across the face. If you think this satisfied my sadistic feelings, you’d be wrong..it got me going even more. The red-faced slave was ordered to stand to attention while Toy and Miss L placed my most vicious nipple clamps on his worthless body. He cried out in pain. I was in no mood to hear his snivelling sounds so Toy was ordered to gag his mouth – but not before Lady L gave him a great gobload of spit right down his throat. Once gagged, the slave was ordered to go on all fours and present his arse hole to me. I had brought in my favourite cane – very thin and swishy – and let loose at least 15 merciless strokes – each one cutting deep into his pathetic hide. The effort it took brought me out in a sweat – that made me furious – ‘Look what you’ve made me d!’ I shouted (right in his left ear). I felt he needed more punishment and so brought out my electro-pin wheel and started working on his cock and balls. Without much effort on my part, the wheel did its job well. He was clearly in delicious agony.
I’m not going to say too much more now but will leave what happened next to my next blog