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“You’re late,” I say, looking at my watch as you walk through the door.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” you reply, bowing your head in submission. “I apologize for my tardiness.”
I can see the fear in your eyes, and I know you’re wondering what punishment awaits you for your disobedience. Then I stand up from my chair and walk over to you, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. After that, I reach out and stroke your cheek, feeling the stubble on your chin.
“You know what happens to slaves who are late, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.
“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling.
“Good,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. “Follow me.”
I lead you to the back of the house, to the room where I keep all of my toys. I can see your eyes widen as you take in the array of whips, chains, and other devices that I use to punish my slaves. Continue reading “Don’t Be Late!”
