SURRENDER TO MY STRAP
I am as comfortably, stylishly clothed as My Female slave is naked. I have
her bent over a spanking bench; very prettily, but not quite just so. “Stand
up straight, present your bottom” I command and the slave’s response is
gratifyingly instantaneous. My girl straightens her legs and the consequent,
inviting, curve of her ass is shown to all. I trace My fingers over her skin,
feeling her tremble. I have warmed My girl up “everywhere else, all in
preparation for what is coming for your bottom.”
I begin, slapping her ass cheeks. The first, percussively loud, spank has My
girl exhaling, breathing in deeply as she tries to match My rhythm. My smile
shows that I am already enjoying using My slave in this way. I spread the
spanks over her skin, listening to her gasps. The sub’s ass reddens, her
cheeks blushing furiously as I rain down hand spanks that reverberate
throughout My dungeon’s rooms.
My slave’s head remains bowed as she gasps more loudly, bravely staying
with Me as I increase her torment. I add layers of pain, stinging slaps
“warming it slightly!” and I notice my sub’s ass turning a lovely shade of
pink as her legs betray her and move as each spank lands. My sub’s gasps
for air punctuate the whacks as I ensure that the sub’s skin colours
complement each other, how quickly her ass reddens under My attention!
I run My dark red nails over My slave’s spanked rear, and I hear her moan
as the sharp nails dig into her flesh. My slave-property absorbs what I
demand, and I want her to take more in order to please Me. I tease the
paddle, the strap, the tawse, crop or cane – which implement will it be?
What will take My eye today “to provide the most effective level of pain?”
Today I choose the harsh leather strap and demand a number from My girl.
I enjoy the delicious anticipation, wondering how brave My girl will be when
selecting a number of strokes to receive – given that she has not received
any such punishment from this strap before! Of course, I demand that My
slaves fulfil themselves – every slave should ask for the maximum that they
are able to take for Me.
My rosy cheeked girl chooses five and I oblige her this time. The first strike
has her moan, and she draws a heavy breath in. “Delicious strike, across
those bare cheeks” I say and I continue to apply the remaining four strikes.
At five I challenge My girl “Why stop there, when we are having so much
fun?” I detect bruising, gorgeous deep red marks and I encourage My girl to
accept a further eight strokes – a lucky thirteen in total!
I add the strokes deliberately, with My customary fine aim. Each stroke is
strong, spiteful, loving and each one requires acceptance from My girl. I
hear her moans, her deep breathing: I have her compose herself and I
continue, caring for her remorselessly. Into double figures and My girl’s ass
shows the effects of being overwhelmed. I add the next three strokes in
quick time as My slave bucks and her head rises. “Good” I declare as I
pace behind her and then inspect the satisfying bruises. I trace the outlines
of the strap on her ass as My girl pants with relief and with the residual
smarting of the pain.
Once again I progress My slave, suggesting that three more strokes will
help her. Again, My girl is ready to agree with My superior knowledge of her
needs “Yes, Miss” and I deliver the strokes. At sixteen strokes My girl
struggles with the red-hot, searing pain of the final stroke. “Those beautiful,
bare cheeks” – I promise My girl that We will continue in a while, with the
cane!
In this clip I have challenged My slave girl’s thresholds with My leather
strap. Indeed, with agreement, I have extended her limits. I have allowed
her to work with Me, to become a more fulfilled and fulfilling slave; a sub
able to please Me in ways that I desire.