Attention all men whom need DISCIPLINE

Mistress Monica is new to some of you. Let me tell you about one slave that worships me. He calls me MISTRESS. He is merely slave. I am wearing black leather and silver chains that hang. Stockings and high boots with heels that he loves to lick. He lets himself in. When i am ready, i look up? Have u been good, i question him? His eyes cannot meet mine, and i know. He has been playing and pleasuring himself without my permission. My whip beckons. I flick it against the black leather coach which will become pain or pleasure for the slave. It is up to him and this slave has been bad.

He undresses and i bind his mouth from the wall rings, i attach both his arms, so spread-eagled. His legs, even more. He is in a bent over position exposing his vulnerability to me. He cannot scream, he only watches as he hears my whip. My heels as i approach. click, click ~~whip. whip~ I approach, the whip comes DOWN ON HIS BACK ~~WHIP~~ down on his ass as it starts to redden ~~WHIP~~ It stings and he has tears in his eyes, the whip comes down on his balls, tied up in leather bondage his cock in its ring my whip caresses his cock then ~~WHIP~~ and he recoils, but he has been bad and there is no escaping his punishment and shame and i whip him again and again. Till every part of him is softly moaning and reddening and bulging and ready to explode.

I gently remove his mouth bind and allow him to lick the boot i place before him, I sit up high on the coach so he is in bondage so close to my waiting pussy and i allow him to lick his MISTRESS once, twice, then i change the pleasure i am allowing him to drink in, Then he is allowed to beg and i decide, should i allow him to cum?

I take his miserable cock and stroke it gently with the whip.His eyes light up as he sees me put the whipped cream on his damning dick, which i gently lick off in between shots of the whip His pleasure and pain are so intermixed. Asking permission to speak, i allow him to utter, please, please i nod with my eyes as i am sucking and whipping him. He explodes his mess all over his face, the coach he will clean it later. I remove his arms from the cuffs and he sinks to the ground moaning, breathing hard, and gently smiling in relief. He has pleased his MISTRESS with his performance today and he knows it.

He is safe, we share our intimate secrets, knowing no one else will ever understand, pain and pleasure so intermixed smiling, exhausted, content, he cleans, he dresses, he lets himself out my door. We will talk again that night to allow himself to pleasure his cock to my voice and my voice alone. And he will obey this time. The pain is worth the pleasure. And so one night with a mistress quietly ends…

Mistress Monica