Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden
I watched him writhing on the ground in pain, and all I felt was satisfaction that I had hurt him. This could be a dangerous slippery slope if I let it. I knew I would have to try to be sure I was being a responsible Domme.
“Okay, that’s enough bitch. Get back up on your knees.”
He whimpered as he got up onto his knees again.
“Spread your legs. Mistress should always have access to your pathetic cock and balls.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled as he widened his legs.
I stood in front of him. “Look up at me.” He did. And I kicked his balls again. I didn’t kick that hard, but after the last kick, it was hard enough that he doubled over involuntarily. “Did I say you could look away from me?”
“No, Mistress. I’m sorry,” he said, and he struggled to get back up into the same position. I was glad to see he had his legs spread for me this time.
“Good boy,” I said. I got down on my knees so I could reach his cock and balls. His cock was soft, and he winced when I gently touched his balls. “Aww, your little cock is soft. Are you not enjoying this treatment from Mistress?”
“No, Mistress, I’m enjoying it very much.”
“Pathetic,” I said. “You are so desperate for attention that you don’t care if I kick you in the balls 100 times, you’d still come back for more.”
He whimpered. “Please don’t kick me 100 times, Mistress.”
“But would you come back if I did?” I asked.
He knelt on the floor, looking up at me, and said, “Yes, Mistress. If you want to kick me 100 times, I’ll do my best to keep in position.”
As we talked about it, I watched his cock twitch and get hard. I shook my head mockingly, “You are such a pathetic bitch that your cock is getting hard talking about me kicking you in the balls.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he blushed a little.
I smiled as I stood. “Don’t worry. I like that you’re a pathetic little bitch.”
He smiled back at me and kept his eyes glued to my face.
I circled his kneeling form and came around behind him. “So,” I said, changing the subject, “you said your wife doesn’t like to touch you?”
“No, Mistress. Not sexually.”
“And you said that she’s okay with you getting your needs met with me.”
“That’s right, Mistress.”
“But she doesn’t really want to see evidence of the abuse you suffer.”
“You know I don’t really care, though, right?”
“When you’re here, you’re mine. She can have you back. I don’t want you. But I’m not holding myself back because she can’t handle it.”
“I know, Mistress.”
“And you’re okay with that.”
I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Are you going to flaunt the marks I leave or are you going to try to hide them from her?”
He hesitated before he responded, and then he said, “I guess that depends on if you give me instructions, Mistress.”
“And if I leave it up to you?”
“I won’t flaunt them.”
I noticed that he didn’t say that he would hide them, either. I leaned in close to his ear, “Does it turn you on to think that she might see my teeth marks in your body, bitch?”
“Good,” I said. “I like it, too.”
I bit down on his neck, making sure to suck lightly as I did. As I started to suck harder, he moaned. Then I let go and repeated the process down the back of his shoulder, making sure to leave some nice teeth marks and hickeys. He moaned whenever my teeth sunk into his flesh.
“Look at those pretty marks,” I said. I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. He still had his arms behind his back, and his wedding ring was clearly visible in some of the photos. “Oh, I bet your wife would love these pictures.”
His head snapped around as he looked at me. I smiled coyly at him. He had no idea I’d taken the pictures. “Why are you taking pictures of me?” he asked and then quickly added, “Mistress.”
I smirked. He hadn’t asked me to take pictures of him, but he had listed blackmail as a kink. I circled around to stand in front of him. “Who do you belong to?”
“And shouldn’t I be able to take pictures of my toy anytime I want?”
“Yes, Mistress. But what are you going to do with them?” I could see the fear in his eyes.
“Whatever I want. You’re my property. I can do whatever I want with you and my pictures of you. How does that make you feel, slut?”
I watched his throat work at swallowing, but he was staring at me like he couldn’t breathe.