The Soho Mean Girls

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Slave Whip Bitch Learns his Lesson from Mistress Sybil

Written By: Mistress Sybil

 

After arriving 15 minutes late, I knew I had to start my session with slave whip bitch with proper punishment.

When I opened the door, slave whip bitch’s eyes followed My torso up to My condescending gaze, at first in awe of My beauty and then ashamed of his foolishness. He averted his eyes like a puppy. I relished in the fact he was already my little dog.

“You’re late, and it’s unacceptable to make your Mistress wait.”
“i’m so sorry, Miss, there was traffic and I couldn’t find park-…”
“Shut up” I snapped, and grabbed the bottom of his mouth, forcing him to look me in the eyes. I could feel him quiver in my hands. “You will make it up to me by taking whatever punishment I give you today, no matter how much it hurts. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress, I do Mistress.” I snickered, sensing his desperate need to please and do anything for Me. He had not even stepped in the door and he was already under My spell.

After undressing, he scurried over to me and knelt at my feet, without my asking. Satisfied, I told him to stare at my boots – 6” black, platform leather heels a slave had bought me earlier that month.

“Do NOT touch them,” I warned, “that is a privilege you are not even close to earning. I
want you to look at them and remember that if you are lucky, you’ll have the chance to lick the dirt off the bottom.”

He admired the boots, with his eyes wide open like a dog eying up his favorite treat. Only his obsessive will to serve Me stopped him from indulging his desire to lick My boots then and there.

“Yes Mistress, I would love nothing more to lick every morsel of dirt from Your divine boots,” he whimpered. “How about you show me, not tell me, slave. Follow me to the bed and don’t forget to crawl.” The slave scrambled eagerly behind me, and hopped onto the bed. I instructed him to lie out like across – so that his genitals be helplessly exposed. I tied up his testicles and penis tightly, making sure to chastise him for his pathetic, tiny penis that could never pleasure any woman, and enjoyed watching it bulge from My skillful rope work. Kneeling over him, allowing him to gaze at my thighs placed firmly on either side of him, I squeezed his nipples shut with nipple clamps, and tied the remaining rope from his genitals to the nipple clamp chain.

“Now,” I explained, admiring my work, “any time you squirm, your balls will be squeezed and nipples yanked. You will have no option but to take my punishment” Realizing how powerless he was now, the slave gazed at me in wonder and fear. Squeezing his balls in my hand, I commanded, “Turn around and stick that pathetic ass in the air.”

As he struggled to turn around without squeezing his testicles or nipples, I went to My torture table to inspect the potential tools I could employ for his punishment. I let my fingers graze over the floggers, pinwheels, riding crops, whips, and canes until it landed on the solid wooden paddle. After all, there’s nothing quite like a good, old fashioned spanking.

Walking back, I explained the rules for our little game, “Each time I spank you, you are going to yell ‘i shall never be late for Mistress again.’ And I want you to think about what you’ve done. Remember that you deserve this and more.” 

“Yes, Mistress Sybil. Anything, Mistress Sybil.”
I towered above him, 6’ 5” in my boots, luxuriating in the power I held over this naked, pathetic, vulnerable man. I could not wait to turn his ass a deep, sinful red. Running the corner of the paddle down his spine to his ass cheeks, I searched for the perfect place to deliver my punishment, building up the suspense…then...

SMACK!

“I shall never be late for Mistress again!” the slave called out dutifully. First one down, as many more as his Divine Goddess desires more to go.
I spanked him again, harder. This time he twitched, causing My masterpiece to yank hard on his nipples and balls. “Aaaaaaaaargh i will never be late for Mistress again!”
“You see? I told you. Hold. Still.” As I continued spanking his worthless, bare ass I saw his cock begin to grow. I laughed, thinking that obedient subbies like this one get off even as the pain goes beyond bearable, so long as their pain is in service to a powerful, beautiful woman.

And so, I wailed on him even harder until at last, his sorry ass was a dark scarlet and his apologies little more than whimpers. My finger nails dug into his back, grazing his skin as I walked around to face him. Sitting on the headboard, I lifted my boots up to his face “you took my punishment like a good little boy. you have pleased your Mistress. You may take your reward: two kisses on each boot”

M’s face filled with satisfaction – even with the stinging pain of his ass, the thought of pleasing his Mistress was enough to make it all worth it. As he adoringly kissed my boots, I realized that if I told him he had to take 100 more spankings he would offer himself to me again without a moment’s hesitation.

“So what have we learned today, little slave bitch?”
“That I will never…be late…for Mistress...again.”