SMACK

"MMmmmmphhh!"

"That didn't sound like an apology, or like you counting slave."

Mike moaned into the ballgag buckled tightly around his head as her hand came down again and again.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

MMmmmmm!! Mmaaa oorrrrryyyyyyy!!" He almost screamed the words into his gag, squirming around on his mistress' lap. His arms were locked in a boxtie with cuffs and straps behind him. Better for long term bondage, so she had said. Certainly more comfortable than an armbinder, which was the other method she seemed to enjoy. His feet kicked behind him, the cuffs and chains on his ankles and knees adding merry tinkling to his struggles.

"What was that slave?" Her tone had yet to change at all. Like she was talking to a stubborn child. He felt her hand caress his rear in a soothing manner and moaned into his gag again.

"immmaaa fffoorrrryyyy miffftreefff." Mike hung his head down, cheek brushing against her catsuited leg. He just couldn't do it. His ass felt like it was on fire after so long a spanking. He just needed a break.

The spankings, mercifully, did not continue. Instead he was gently maneuvered around and deposited softly back onto the ground at her feet. Kneeling before her, his head initially drooping down as he tried to steady his breath. His body shivered and shuddered as it tried to begin reasserting some level of normality. Then, a finger curved under his chin and tilted his face up towards her. His captress. His mistress. She looked down at him, one eyebrow raised as though waiting for something. Then she leaned forward and unbuckled his gag from around his mouth, leaving it to dangle around his neck like a kinky necklace. Her fingers brushed against the locked collar around his neck as Mike gulped in a couple deep breaths of air.

"Is there something you want to say to me Michael?" She knew his name now. Of course she did. A couple days worth of kinky interrogation had given her everything she needed to know. But she was still anonymous to him. Still a nameless face. Apart from her title. Mistress. He squirmed in his bonds, face flushed red from exertion and shame.

"I...I am sorry that I...that I called you names. And..." he swallowed, eyes flicking to hers and then away, "and that I refused to do something for you."

"What did you refuse to do for me slave?" The words were gently asked, her hand running through his hair. God that felt good. Oddly good, given the context.

"I..." his face flushed beet red and he tried to look away. But she hooked a finger through the d-ring of his collar and gave it a tug to bring his eyes back,

"Unless you want round two of that spanking I just gave you..." that threat was enough to spur his tongue.

"I...I didn't want to...to suck your, your strapon...Mistress." Mike finished, his eyes couldn't help but dart down to where the item in question jutted from her waist.

"And wasn't that a silly objection?" she asked rhetorically, "I've already taken your ass with it half a dozen times at least. Your usually gagged with that penis gag you enjoy so much. But this is the thing you objected to?" She shook her head with a bemused smile, "You are certainly an odd one slave boy." She ruffled his hair, then ran a cool finger down his cheek. He only barely mastered the urge to let out a loud moan of pleasure at the touch. He still had some shred of pride after all. He couldn't completely give in to this woman. This gorgeous, domineering woman.

"Now, I'll give you a choice." She tapped his nose with her finger, "Always choices with you. I can either fix a dildo onto a pole and leave you for hours to suck and suck, with appropriate shocking encouragement. Or, you can stay here and suck my strapon while I watch the news. What say you, bitch boy?" She grinned down. She did love her nicknames for him.

"I'll...I'll stay here..." the words seemed almost dragged from him. Option one sounded a lot like the punishment closet she had rigged up on her second full day here in his home. That was where he got put if he was truly bad. And she usually left him there for a loooong time. He shuddered. No. Not today. He would be good.

"Then you may begin, slave."

Mike swallowed, his eyes on her, and then slowly leaned forward, her strapon filling his vision. He opened his mouth slowly, still half disbelieving he was doing this, and took the tip into his mouth. He felt her hand settle on the back of his head, and begin encouraging him to bob up and down on her rubber cock. He moaned, and began to suck as the television behind him came to life. He was just beginning to establish a steady rhythm when his mistress gave a satisfied grunt.

"Well that's a relief slave. Seems the authorities are following up on the false trail I set them. Means I don't have to shift safehouses." Her hand began to ruffle his hair again as he bobbed up and down, moaning as he sucked, "Means you and I still have plenty of time together, to realize all of your kinky bondage fantasies. And mine too of course," she chuckled, "I've always wanted to dominate and own a submissive little slave slut like you."

Mike moaned again and she laughed before giving his still smarting rear a spank with her crop, "Keep sucking slut. I think I'll have another go at your ass before dinner. And then you'll be using that tongue of yours to pleasure your mistress into the night." She gave a contented sigh as Mike moaned into her strapon, "You really are coming along quite nicely slave. I think I'll have to introduce some audio training though...mustn't waste those overnight hours after all."

"mmmmmmmm," Mike moaned, his cock hardening as he kept sucking. Was he seriously turned on by this situation? Not just what he was doing, but her training him? Another smack from her crop drew a fresh moan of pain and pleasure from him, and he felt his cheeks flaming red with embarrassment. What the hell was she doing to him??