AshleyReigns

The room smelled like fear and shame. He removed his clothing piece by piece, careful to avoid My stare. He was polite enough, folding his clothing carefully and placing them in a neat pile on a nearby chair. Although I knew this was mere avoidance, I found his shy demeanor endearing. He waited patiently for direction, but I gave him none. The silence nearly prompted him to regret his hasty departure from the linens that provided him a thin layer of confidence. He shifted from one foot to the other like an ill behaved child begging for sentence. "Greet your Mistress"

With a slight twitch, he complied. On his knees, he crawled to his favorite place at My feet. His breath quickened as he struggled to please Me with his greeting; Feverishly stroking My calfs and kissing My feet. "Present"

He quickly positioned himself; All fours, face to the floor and a pefectly groomed ass exposed for My pleasure. The cane made a swift noise as I drew it from it's holster. As he trembled in anticipation, I drew My hand back to deliver the perfect introductory stroke. He allows a small cry to escape as my hand glides sweetly across the newly formed welt. Shaking in anticipation, the second stroke found it's mark. "Thank you Mistress" he wimpered. Stroke after stroke, each more wicked than the last, he knows he deserves it. He wants it, needs it and loves it.

I slide My fingers through his collar, dragging him swiftly to the cross. Rope in hand, a quick tie will do...My selection sails through the air with a swift crack. He knows his fate and is subdued. He does not fear this option, instead accepts it's futile to struggle. his head bowed, the first lick of My single tail finds its mark...