Spanking Torture, Kinky Katrina’s Dominatrix Diary Part 2

Now it was truly time to get down to the spanking and torture. I threw the scarf on the floor, slid off his ass to stand next to the bed, and spanked him hard several times with my bare hand. “Don’t you dare use my name without permission,” I said as I spanked him again and again. I heard him gasp and moan out in pain. I left him on the bed, went to the bathroom, and shut the door.

So he was lying on the bed alone in the room. He did not call her Mistress. He loved to disobey her for punishment, but he never meant disrespect. I knew it was a slip of the tongue in excitement, but that was all part of the game. I could not leave him. He was mine and he needed me. He waited five long minutes and I did not come back. I waited. He was staring at the clock on the bedside table. Once he waited six minutes, he could wait no longer.

“Mistress?” I heard the fear in his voice about the spanking and torture even through the door. Also, there was that fear of abandonment. “I am so sorry. I did not mean to disrespect you. On my honor, I promise.” He said and paused, but I did not open the door yet. So, I let him suffer a little longer. He had never done that before and he must learn to never do it again. “Please. Let me make it up to you,” he said pleadingly. That intrigued me enough to open the door. He strained to look at me, but being face down with his arms wide, it was impossible.

I refused to ease his worry by speaking.

“Spank me! Torture my cock and balls! I will be a model slave. I will do anything you want. Let me please you.” he said begging, “Please forgive me. I need you.” It was his need that got me. His need was always my undoing. It wasn’t that he needed to be punished, he needed her. It was a heady sensation, and one I couldn’t ignore. I leaned over the bed and grabbed the riding crop. He was still begging forgiveness when I hit him on the ass. His breath caught in his throat as I watched the red mark materialize on his ass cheek. It made me smile. “Thank you, my Mistress. Please teach me to be good,” he said in a moan. I hit him with the riding crop five times quickly, stealing his breath completely. He was panting and murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes.”

I stopped paddling him and went to my bag for more implements of torture. He couldn’t see me, and I liked knowing he had no idea what I had in store for him. I came back to the bed, and he was still breathing hard. “On your knees,” I said in a throaty growl. He complied immediately and presented his ass to me in all its glory. My mouth watered. His full balls hanging and his cock rock hard. I reached between his legs and fastened a leather strap around his cock and balls. It made his balls tighter and his cock harder.

“Oh please Mistress, I don’t know if I can stand it.” he moaned out.

“You will take it and if you take it well, you will be rewarded,” I said to him as I slapped his restrained balls. I picked up my flogger knowing it wouldn’t hurt as much as the crop or my hand. I started to flog his cock and balls from behind. He was moaning and groaning. I thought that the strap would inhibit his orgasm but the pain and please of the flogger was too much for him. He began to buck his hips and I knew that he couldn’t hold back. So, I dropped the flogger, spanked his balls with one bare hand, and jerked him off with the other.

“Oh Mistress, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me!? It’s just that you excited me so much,” he said in distress. I took off the strap and continued to milk his cock and balls dry. “It’s okay, my pet. You will learn. There is always next time if you’re lucky,” I said.

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