“Yes Mistress.”
“How slutty?”
“A nasty wicked fuck toy for you. Fuck meat. A hard cocked slave for your pleasure.”
“Good boy. Are you naked as I asked?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“And in your leather collar?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“It’s late. I guess your wife is asleep upstairs?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Very good. Stand up boy. Hmmm, you do please Mistress. Your cock is hard already I guess. Have you been edging as I asked?”
“Yes Mistress, for hours, thinking of you.”
“Good. Then your balls will be full of cum. Don’t you dare touch that cock until I say. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I thought I would wear my leather boots and fishnet stockings. Just because. I wish you had been here to smooth my stockings on my legs, and lace up my boots for me. Hmmm…oh yes, that would have made your cock twitch. I would have had you kneel before me, pulling those laces tighter and tighter. I might have even let you touch them with your cock. You’re almost cumming at that thought I can tell. Well, we had best get on slut. What are we doing this evening? Say it out loud.”
“We are fucking my arse Mistress.”
“Yes we are. Right here, right now. To demonstrate what an easy fucking bitch you are.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You brought what I asked slut?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good. Take up the clothes pegs then. Put one beneath each nipple. Hmmm yes. There’s a good boy. Does that hurt? I bet that makes your cock stiff. Put another one just at the base of your cock, between your cock and your balls. That’s it. Beautiful. I can imagine the pain in your eyes. It’s funny thinking of you doing these things to please me. It’s only dull pain right now. I like it best when I tell you to take them off; then it really hurts. Then there will be tears in your eyes slut, and you will love me for that.
“I wish I was there to take them off you myself. To hear you whimper. You like to whimper for me, don’t you slut?”
“Yes Mistress. Please Mistress. Please may I stroke my cock for you?”
“No. Not yet. Firstly, it is not your cock. Your cock belongs to me. I say when you may touch it. Secondly, you may stroke it only when you are performing your wicked task for me. I don’t want you cumming until you have been entirely disgraced and made into my fuck pig.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Then pick up the cucumber, and hold it up in front of your slutty face. Do you have it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good boy.