to the left and the cross on her right. A row of spotlights bathe the scene in stark light. Perfect.
I tear off my shirt, but leave my dark jeans and black boots on. Gotta look the part. Rolling my neck and shoulders to loosen my muscles, I stride onto the stage, putting all my authority into it. I’m here to take control, and she’s my pet. My slave.
And she’s been bad.
This demo is different from the one in the club. It’s all about us. I don’t have to talk to the crowd. I don’t even care about the crowd. All I’m here to do is punish my naughty slave, and I’ve brought all my toys with me to do it.
From inside her cage, she looks up at me with her big green eyes, her beautiful face split vertically by the steel bars, her hands clutching two of them. Her gaze is drawn to the black crop in my hands. I’ve whipped her before, but this time we won’t get interrupted. This time I won’t stop until she screams, and she knows it.
“Eyes on the floor, slave.” My voice is angry, setting a tone for the scene. It doesn’t matter what she’s supposed to have done. It was against my wishes, against my express instructions, and disobedience leads to consequences. Willfulness will be broken.
She drops her gaze immediately, sitting as straight-backed as the cage will allow, her head hanging, hidden behind the red curtain of her hair.
My leather boots thud on the hollow wooden stage as I approach. I can see her shiver, even from here. I stop, just watching for a few moments, but then I can’t wait. She looks like a naughty captured schoolgirl, and I can’t wait to teach her a lesson.
Pulling out the key, I fit it to the padlock, hearing her breath come faster as the unlatching click sounds. She jumps when I drop the lock to the floor with a clatter.
“Come out.”
With her head still bent, she crawls out of the cage on all fours. I want to tear her clothes off right there on stage, but I’ll do this slow. I’m supposed to put on a show, even if I’m giving less and less of a fuck about the people watching. What I want is right in front of me.
“Up. Present standing.” My voice is calm, but hard.
She gets to her feet, parting her legs to just beyond shoulder width, standing straight with her hands clasped behind her back. Her eyes are fixed on the horizon, or where it would be if she could see it.
With slow, measured steps, I circle her, like a shark closing in for the kill. I move close, whispering right into her ear, “I’m going to rip your clothes off, one piece at a time.” She shivers.
I come around to the other side, her other ear. “And every part I expose, I’m going to punish. Spank. Crop. Whip.” She closes her eyes briefly and bites her lip, like I’m already touching her, making her squirm. Fuck, I want to. By the time we’re done, I will.
At her front again, I grab the waist of her skirt. “I think we’ll begin here. It’ll only get in the way. Don’t you think so, Pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” The hook opens easily and the zipper slides right down. I let go, and her skirt pools around her ankles, exposing a black pair of lacy panties that look amazing stretched around her round ass. “Climb onto the spanking bench.”
“Yes, Master.” Her words catch for a second, like she’s just realized what’s going to happen. I doubt that’s the truth, but she plays her role so well.
She climbs the bench with sexy elegance, lying face down over the padded leather platform and holding on to the handles near the front. The bench is tilted just a bit forwards, lifting her ass in the air. My hand already itches to tan it.
First, I secure her. I clip her wrist cuffs to steel rings near the handles, and her ankle cuffs to matching rings on the leg rests. A final clip attaches to her collar, keeping her face low to the bench. She’s trapped and exposed.
“Pet, are you comfortable?” She’s fine, but this is for the crowd.
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you understand
I tear off my shirt, but leave my dark jeans and black boots on. Gotta look the part. Rolling my neck and shoulders to loosen my muscles, I stride onto the stage, putting all my authority into it. I’m here to take control, and she’s my pet. My slave.
And she’s been bad.
This demo is different from the one in the club. It’s all about us. I don’t have to talk to the crowd. I don’t even care about the crowd. All I’m here to do is punish my naughty slave, and I’ve brought all my toys with me to do it.
From inside her cage, she looks up at me with her big green eyes, her beautiful face split vertically by the steel bars, her hands clutching two of them. Her gaze is drawn to the black crop in my hands. I’ve whipped her before, but this time we won’t get interrupted. This time I won’t stop until she screams, and she knows it.
“Eyes on the floor, slave.” My voice is angry, setting a tone for the scene. It doesn’t matter what she’s supposed to have done. It was against my wishes, against my express instructions, and disobedience leads to consequences. Willfulness will be broken.
She drops her gaze immediately, sitting as straight-backed as the cage will allow, her head hanging, hidden behind the red curtain of her hair.
My leather boots thud on the hollow wooden stage as I approach. I can see her shiver, even from here. I stop, just watching for a few moments, but then I can’t wait. She looks like a naughty captured schoolgirl, and I can’t wait to teach her a lesson.
Pulling out the key, I fit it to the padlock, hearing her breath come faster as the unlatching click sounds. She jumps when I drop the lock to the floor with a clatter.
“Come out.”
With her head still bent, she crawls out of the cage on all fours. I want to tear her clothes off right there on stage, but I’ll do this slow. I’m supposed to put on a show, even if I’m giving less and less of a fuck about the people watching. What I want is right in front of me.
“Up. Present standing.” My voice is calm, but hard.
She gets to her feet, parting her legs to just beyond shoulder width, standing straight with her hands clasped behind her back. Her eyes are fixed on the horizon, or where it would be if she could see it.
With slow, measured steps, I circle her, like a shark closing in for the kill. I move close, whispering right into her ear, “I’m going to rip your clothes off, one piece at a time.” She shivers.
I come around to the other side, her other ear. “And every part I expose, I’m going to punish. Spank. Crop. Whip.” She closes her eyes briefly and bites her lip, like I’m already touching her, making her squirm. Fuck, I want to. By the time we’re done, I will.
At her front again, I grab the waist of her skirt. “I think we’ll begin here. It’ll only get in the way. Don’t you think so, Pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” The hook opens easily and the zipper slides right down. I let go, and her skirt pools around her ankles, exposing a black pair of lacy panties that look amazing stretched around her round ass. “Climb onto the spanking bench.”
“Yes, Master.” Her words catch for a second, like she’s just realized what’s going to happen. I doubt that’s the truth, but she plays her role so well.
She climbs the bench with sexy elegance, lying face down over the padded leather platform and holding on to the handles near the front. The bench is tilted just a bit forwards, lifting her ass in the air. My hand already itches to tan it.
First, I secure her. I clip her wrist cuffs to steel rings near the handles, and her ankle cuffs to matching rings on the leg rests. A final clip attaches to her collar, keeping her face low to the bench. She’s trapped and exposed.
“Pet, are you comfortable?” She’s fine, but this is for the crowd.
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you understand
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