“I can_” I sight a whip in her hands, “ I can explain sinclaire_mistress” I stuttered out, but the stern look on her face makes my heart weigh more than I should as perspiration finds its way down my feeble face.
“ kneel martins ” she said sternly, and I fell to my knees, heaven knows what she wants to do with that whip, will she wipe me with it?, or lock me up? Will she kill me?She can't, she shouldn’t, will she?.
I do as commanded, staring at her deadpan face, she doesn’t look too happy, it’s just an hour late, will I get killed?, “Sinclair I can explain!”
“Shush” she wipes the whip in the air, the slashing noises of leather against each other makes me Flinch, “strip” she commands, and my heart skips a beat, perspiration finding its way down the floor now, and my fingers unstable.
“Yes mistress” I say to her, she smirks at my timidness, the light in the living room was deemed making it harder to see her Clearly but the shadow of her slender face shines with grace as she stands just inches before me.
“Choose your punishment”
My heart aches with anticipation, she might bring only two options. I'd rather die or die, either way I won’t be getting out of this alive.
“ I choose to live” I say, looking at her eyes, they gave nothing away, it looked like she was getting bigger by the second, “ nice choice” she smiles, with a single stride. She was slightly far away from me, giving me access to see her fully.
She was dressed in a short loose pant, a lacy singlet, she exposes her slightly broad shoulders, she walks elegantly, her toes caresses the floor first before any part of her body, I stare at her till she fades into the house.
Her aura was intimidating and I find myself wondering what sorcery she must have used on me to jitter at the sight of her staring at me. Phew Martin, can you really take this from a woman?
This question rings on my mind as anticipation boxes my brain. I sat on the floor, my dick touching the marble ties, and my palm resting against it for support.
I imagine myself hanged on the ceiling with my dick, she did say she has the right to take care of me she shouldn’t kill me, she can’t, I read through the contract, not thoroughly but far enough to know she can’t tie a rock to my dick and throw me into the Bermuda triangle.
I sat there for a while, did she sleep?, is this my punishment?No never, I can’t, I adjust slightly, letting my hands fall freely on the marble floor. What's taking her so long?.
My lids subconsciously close as I imagine a lady with horn on her head, in a flaming background and fury whip, the sound of footsteps filling the air, waking me up from sleep.
“ hey penny, do you want to dance?“ I hear a slow melodic tone before me, it wasn’t as bossy as it used it, she giggles slightly like a psycho queen, and my heart breaks, she’s just an aged version of Harley quinn.
She threw a fabric at me, it was the same as the penny wise custom I saw earlier, but it was only the mask, “ put it on” she commands with a stern voice, our eyes locked as I stare at her with a questioning look.
“ what’s her obsession with costumes, can’t she fuck me for who I am?” Besides, I am good looking. I know that for sure, she growls deeply and I put it on hurriedly, she doesn’t tolerate trash, that I know for sure.
“ Follow me” she commanded. I follow her trail, and she leads me to the dungeon. She calls a sex room, “ walk over to the wall penny”, she says, and I smirk at the new nick name, the last time I was here, my name was Chucky, maybe I would be the joker the next, or Terminator, a zombie too.
There were shackles on the wall, dressed in loose t-shirts. I pulled it above my head, then tossed it beside the boxes close to where I stood, while I walked towards the wall pinning my body to the polished woods.
Ready to be sexually tortured by her, she walks seductively over me, smirking slightly, “ just one rule penny, don’t cum” she whispers in my ear, the few warm breath caresses my ear lobes, which sends warm shivers down my body, what’s her problem with climax?
“And if I do?”
“Ready to face whatever comes after” she said, her face just an inch away as the tip of her pointed nose rubbed against my skin. She teases my senses so well.
“ I feel her hands on my dick, she plays a little with the tip and squeezes slightly, then I feel her hands on the shackles just beside me, she buckled it tightly, the leather squeezes my vein, “too tight” I said through clenched teeth.
‘Pussy’
She loosened it. Buckles my hands she goes for my legs, buckles them as well, and now I am rooted to the floor, the only part of me I hand controls over were my eyes and ears, which I knew wouldn’t last for long, she detested control.
She approached me with a blind fold in her hands, which she tied around my eyes gently, now all I can see is black. I feel her hands on my ears, accompanied by the sound of moaning ladies, screaming at the top of their voice this time.
I hear slamming noises of fat asses, and the groaning noises of men, she toys with the greatest feature of a human and that’s imagination.
“Ready”, she whispers