Can you handle your sadistic femdom punishment?
I doubt it. You’re a bitch boy through and through, always wanting my erotic body without paying any of the consequences. You’ll hate your sadistic femdom punishment. Well, tough shit, princess, today you’re going to pay what you owe, plus interest. You can scream your safeword as much as you want. I’ll just ignore it like you ignored my instructions, cunt.
You pathetic little weasels are all the same. You come to me, an addictive phone sex operator, wishing to worship that which I possess still wrapped up in your petty little desires. Thinking with nothing but that thing dangling between your legs. That’s why we’re going to start our training with a little chastity, so strap in, you nasty fucking pervert.
There we go! Your cock is so much less of a distraction when playing with it isn’t an option.
If you’d just trusted your Mistress to give you the pleasure you crave, you wouldn’t be in this mess. You grasp that at least, right? Hahaha! I had so many delicious things planned, but you don’t know what it means to submit, do you? That’s ok, you’ll learn…one broken cane at a time.
Out of breath
There will be no more arguing from you, thank you very much. Open wide, you wordy little brat. Yes, take those panties deep in your mouth, a little piece of duct tape should keep them in place.
Do you hear that? Silence, finally. God, that’s so much better. I should have done that ages ago. You found my weakness and exploited it, my naughty little femdom slut!. But Momma’s cutting you off at the source. Just because I care if you get off or not, doesn’t mean you get to decide how I get you there. Period.
If you want to be mine, you have to worship my mind and whims, not just my delicious body. Granted, my body is glorious, but it isn’t what my real subs crave. Not on its own at least. The truth is, I’m exceptional. I truly am special. My words and thoughts alone can leave you spinning in a Nirvana more addictive than heroin.
Fuck up
You just have to shut the fuck up long enough for me to take you there. At the end of the day though, there’s one phrase that sealed your fate. First impressions are a mother fucker, and you…well, you made me crave my CBT kit.
“Let’s see if you’re as good as you say you are.”
Innocuous, right? Just prove myself and then I have a devoted slave for life, right??
Sure, if you weren’t talking to a lifestyle Domme, maybe. I’m looking for long-term submissives to build a truly respectful, wicked D/s relationship with. And you offered me a fetish dressed up as a BDSM relationship.
Luckily for you, I am magnanimous. I see what you truly need, even if it isn’t me. Usually, it is me, though. Just under a different context. But this is all flying right over your head, isn’t it, kitten? So, I’ll show you.
This big stainless steel tray has all of my favorite toys and contraptions for the sadistic femdom punishment of insubordinate subs. Your torment brings me joy. But I have a feeling that by the time I’m done, you’ll be just as addicted as all of my other reformed bitch boys.
Let’s begin, shall we?
Oh fuck off, that was rhetorical.
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I’m so glad your pathetically staged fantasy involved restraints. You’re as stubborn as a mule, so I’ve had quite a while to contemplate this sadistic femdom punishment. Thank you for that. I know I promised you could scream your safeword as much as you want, but I never said I’d be able to understand it…
Hmmm, let’s start by getting you dressed. Here, doesn’t this look comfy? A nice stainless steel ball-stretcher. Yum! Oh, do scream louder, dear, my pussy isn’t nearly wet enough yet. A few more turns of the screws and I’ll be done. There we go. Now for the fun part!
Since you’ve done your best to get my wheels spinning, I’m going to use a wheel of my own on you. A Wartenberg wheel…
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