So when I hear this loser whimpering at my feet and saying something about how he “loves me”- I just can’t help but take advantage of it. I decide to make him stand up and spread his legs so I can get niiice and close to him…until he is just sooo hot and bothered…and I am whispering in his ear, asking him about how much he “loves me”, and then…WHAM! I bring my knee up as hard as I can up into his balls! Haha!!!He keeps crumpling at my feet each time I slam my knee into his pathetic slave-balls, but instead of breaking his “love” for me, he just keeps groveling at my feet and STILL professing his “love” for me! Which just makes me laugh in his face, quite honestly.
My slave has been tied and teased for hours on end and he is positively ready to burst. I am not about to give him a quick relief, so I restrain him to the bondage bed and begin to tease him even further. I tease him with my breasts, hair, voice, and finally my hands. It is a grueling 12 minutes of aching tease that finally errupts in a completely touch free ruined orgasm.. that he must thank me for. He spurts and dribbles all over himself as I laugh at his frustration.
Mistress Zita and Mistress Amanda is about to make a sandwich from their most hated slave. He can’t stay in one place his rapid eyes moves shows how afraid he is. He knows that both mistresses are as brutal as fuck, so when Zita grabs his waist and forces her strapon inside him, he knows that he is conquered. From the front, Mistress Amanda makes him suck on her strapon.
I beat my husband for his own good, and he understands that. He can never quite satisfy me though n needs constant discipline. I get him over my knees showing that his ass has already been badly beaten. The best slaves are the strong ones, and I tell him that I will crop him brutally and after he must prepare a bubble bath with essential oils and bring champagne and rub my shoulders. “Make me a rare steak, I like my meat, after all” I crop his ass showing no mercy, and instruct him to prepare a bubble bath with essential oils and glass of champagne for myself, and a salt bath for his wounds, in the other bathroom of course. I don’t want him to join me in luxury I just want to hear him wail.
