Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The tapping of my stilettos against the hardwood floor was loud in the silent room as I walked around the quivering bitch awaiting his punishment. Neither of us spoke as the tension built around us. He was entirely naked while I wore sheer black thigh-high stockings and matching sheer panties. Without a bra, the heavy sway of my tits drew his gaze to my stiff nipples and the rose-tipped flogger I held in my hands.
“Will it hurt?” He finally dared to ask. The nervousness in his voice gave me a thrill, but my face refused to show him I was pleased. My fingers pulled through the length of the leather flogger’s tails. The pretty red rose-shaped bits of leather at the end would thud against his skin when I whipped him. Would it hurt, eventually, but not nearly as much as a cane or whip.
Kayla’s Rose-Tipped Flogger
“Let’s find out.” I moved to stand behind him. “Kneel.” I waited half a second before the toe of my stilettos pressed into the back of his knee, making him cave to the floor before he was ready. His hands flew out to catch himself, and I sighed in disappointment. “I don’t like waiting for you to obey.” I reminded him. My right hand held the shaft of the flogger, and I let the rose-tipped ends drag across his shoulders and down his right bicep. Goosebumps rose in its wake, and I smirked.
“I was going to kneel, if you’d just give me a second.” His back talk is adorable. It only fuels my desire to hurt him. My right hand drew back, and I lashed the flogger over his asscheek. The long tails caressed around his hip where the roses thudded heavily. He gasps in shock, and before he can recover, I swing again. Landing the tails in the same place. A pink blush begins to blossom over where I’ve flogged him. It’s light, for now. I’ll ensure to deepen it until it’s a hot red that matches my nails.
Those long, red nails rake through his hair, fisting a bit of it as I shove his face to the floor. “Really asking for it today, aren’t we, stupid slut?” The toe of my heels pushes his knees to widen them, and with his forehead kissing the floor, his ass and balls are exposed to my punishments. He makes a whimpered sound, knowing better than to reply, and I straighten up while he stays bent over. I give the flogger an underhanded flick, watching the roses lick at his hanging balls. He flinches and yelps, but that didn’t hurt. “Stop being a bitch and thank me for each hit.” Again, I aim for his balls, and this time he whimpers his thanks. Next, I slam the flogger’s tail into his unabused asscheek. “I can’t hear you!”
“Thank you, Mistress!” He hollers into the floor.
“Much better.” I squat behind him and palm his sac in my hand. Squeezing and pulling until I’m satisfied. “Try not to cum until I say so.” He nods into the floor, and I take my time swinging the flogger over his round ass. When he is trembling on his knees and both cheeks are the color I desire, I drop the flogger to the floor. “Fetch my strapon so you can feel my hips slamming into those hot little cheeks.” When he doesn’t begin to crawl right away, my open palm smacks into his sore ass, and he jolts up. “One day you’ll remember to move faster.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
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