I meet you at the door wearing black, from head to toe. My high heels on my perfectly manicured feet beg for your attention. I push you to your knees the minute you enter. "Worship them!", I command in a tone that dares you to disobey. You know better, you've felt the sting of my strap too many times.
"So you want to play today, slave slut? What have you to offer your Goddess?", I ask playfully, aware of the swelling in the front of your pants. I teasingly kick at your crotch watching you flinch, aching for my touch, yet knowing it will hurt and hurt badly.
"I offer you my body, to hurt as you will...", you whisper, knowing the right words to arouse my interest. I order you to expose yourself. I make you stroke it for me, caressing and touching it with more care than usual. I make you look me right in the eye while you fondle your manhood. I can tell you are blushing, but your excitement overcomes your humiliation.
I take my riding crop and tap the head of your prick none too gently. I hear you moan low, but I keep up the tapping until a pearly drop of precum appears slick against the leather flapper. I take the back of your hair in my hand and force your mouth onto the crop. "Lick your juice from my toy, bitch, how dare you ooze your filth onto my property... you must be punished...", I sneer as I watch your face contort in agony and ecstasy.
I walk to the cabinet where I keep all my more dangerous toys and retrieve a strap on cock, big and beautiful, twice the size of your miserable prick. It's veiny and realistic. It fits onto the harness well and when I put it on over my silky panties, I know I'm going to enjoy the feeling of it pushing back against my pussy as you struggle during your reaming.
