“Were you ignoring me?” She snaps at him. “Or just not paying attention?”

“Please mistress, I’m begging you to violate my ass,” he says, not allowing a nanosecond to pass between syllables.

“That’s better,” she says, standing at a table with various sized butt plugs. She picks up a medium sized one, glancing over to see his reaction. He looks relieved, so she places it back down on the table. “I’ll bet your filthy ass is so huge that nothing I have here will fill it.”

“No mistress…” he begins to protest.

“I don’t recall asking for a sub’s opinion,” she says in a hiss. “Do you recall a question?”

“No mistress,” he says.

She picks up the large butt plug with ribs and begins lubing it up. “I’ll see what I can do.” She walks behind him with it. “Beg me to fill your ass.”

“Please fill my ass mistress,” he says.

She can hear the tension in his voice. He’s worried now. “I think you’re a slut who wants this.” She rubs it back and forth over his anus. “And I’m going to give it to you.” With a slow probe, she begins to work it in, making sure she keeps lubing it as she goes.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you once I get this into your unworthy ass?”

“No, mistress,” he says.

“Do you know what you’re going to do once I fill your ass with this butt plug?”

“No, mistress.”

“But you will do whatever I tell you to do, won’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“And you’ll like it, won’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” he says.

She takes a cat o’nine tails from the table and brandishes it. “How dare presume, slave?”

“But, mistress…”

“But!” she said. “You’re asking to be punished. I didn’t give you permission to like anything, did I?”

“No, mistress.”

After a moment, she gets it all the way in and slaps his ass cheek. But the mirror is distracting her now. She’s aware of it and that’s not good in a scenario.

“Does this excite you?” She asks.

“No mistress,” he replies.

She walks around in front of him standing with her feet far beyond shoulder width apart, her dress exposing her pussy with a single thin strip of black hair ascending for a few inches above. She’s tantalizingly close to his cock, and she knows he can feel her there, wants to taste her, and inevitably he’ll look. His eyes are locked with hers.

She looks down to inspect his cock. It was obediently soft a few moments ago, but now it is growing firm, longer and she can see its pulse as he fights the erection. When she looks back up, she catches him sneaking a look at her pussy.

She reaches out and takes hold of his cock, running her hand along its shaft and noticing that it is now throbbing. “What is this?” She asks, not waiting for an answer. “This looks like you’ve been excited.” She rubs along it again. “Are you excited?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies.

Rubbing it again she asks, “And why are you excited?”

“I don’t know,” he replies.

She gives his cock a gentle slap with the cat. “You don’t know? I think you’re lying. I think you were staring at my pussy. You were, weren’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” he replies.

“I,” she yells, bringing the cat down hard across his throbbing erection. He cries out, and she cuts him off. “Didn’t,” she brings the cat down hard across it again, “give you permission to stare at my pussy.” With the final shout she again brings the cat down hard.

“Ah,” he screams.

“Were you saying something, whore?” she asks.

“No,” he heaves, “mistress.”

“Stare at the ceiling,” she says. He obediently looks up. She inspects his cock. It is shrinking. She steps to his side, allowing the tuft of hair above her pussy to brush gently on his leg. She reaches around and gives the butt plug a quick pull and he grunts.

Looking back at his cock, it is now limp again, and she can see his rapid breathing. “That’s the way your worthless cock should stay,” she says.

She glances at the mirror, and flicks at his cock with the cat. He doesn’t flinch, and the lubed butt plug is deep in his ass, the weights hanging on his balls.

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