She climbs off the bed and re-enters the closet.
I have a few seconds then to gasp and relax. I realize what’s coming, of course, and even recognize dim portents of doom in the rest of her speech. But by now I’m so out of it I can’t look more than a few seconds ahead into my upsetting future.
I’m about to be strapped across the ass, yes. And it’s going to be the worst whipping I’ve ever experienced, I know. Just let me endure it, maybe even find a way to enjoy it. Then we’ll go on from there…
After less than a minute, Mistress emerges naked from the closet. Her c**k is gone, but dangling from her good right hand is an instrument of punishment far more diabolical than anything I’ve ever owned.
It’s a belt now, true enough. But only the most sadistic female dominant ever – or maybe so
