She walked in the room to find him naked and on his hands and knees, just as she instructed him. It took her mere seconds to notice the slack in his posture.
“Oh, this isn’t going to do.”
Whack. The crop slapped the lower part of his back.
“Arch your back.”
Whack. Whack. The crop met the backside of legs. He moaned.
“Spread you knees and point your toes. You are a two-hole slut and I expect you to act like one.”
She tapped the crop on the bottom of his chin.
She walked around him and, as completing the circle, said, “This is how I expect you to wait for me, do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” he stammered.
“You are so fucking disappointing.”
She walked to the corner of the room, picked up the cane propped in the corner, and went back to him.
“I have told you,” whack, whack, “how to address me.”
He let out a groan. Whack, whack, whack, whack. There were six red welts along his hind left side.
She grabbed a hand full of his hair and pulled his head back, “I really don’t like repeating myself.”
She attached the chain leash to his collar, walked him across the room to the cage and opened the door.
“In you go,” she commanded, clearly annoyed. “I don’t need you today.”
His head hung and he slowly crawled toward the cage opening.
“Hurry up!” She put the sole of her stiletto to his rear and pushed him along.
Once he was in, she closed the door and locked it with a pad lock.
“Stick your hands out.”
He quickly stuck his hands through the bars as she walked to the dresser and pulled a pair of handcuffs from a drawer.
“I don’t want you to touch yourself, and I know you will if I don’t lock you up because you’re just a perverted boy who can’t keep his hands off his little pathetic penis.”
His head hung in shame. The handcuffs were firmly on, leaving his hands stuck outside the bars.
“You’re so pathetic that I have to take care of myself.”
She stood tall and faced him. Slowly, she untied the belt of her robe, keeping her eyes on him — his chagrin was clear. The robe parted, revealing her black lacy underwear and the side of one bare breast. She lightly ran her fingers along her collar and down the opening of her robe, reached inside her panties and stopped between her legs.
A grin spread on her face. “I’m already wet.” She ran her other hand over her breast and said, “Such a shame you disappointed me today.”
She slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then turned her back to him.
“I won’t be needing these either.” She stuck her thumbs in the side of her panties and bent over as she pushed them down her legs, slowly and deliberately, to the floor and stepped out of them. A couple more steps and she picked up the vibrator from the night stand before sliding into bed.