I have been a professional femdom for some time now, and over the years, I have acquired quite the following of male submissives, some more interesting than others, of course. One of my clients would arrive every Tuesday at precisely eight o’ clock. He was a single, respectable businessman at the age of 38, and you’d never consider that he of all people would have a punishment fantasy. I would meet him in reception and quickly escort him down through the correction chamber, and he would change into one of the many outfits that were always available for use. His normal choice was a pair of black leather chaps, with a studded black leather cross strap, on his chest, and a black hood with no mouth or eye holes yet was sheer enough for him to breathe through. He always preferred that I dressed in long black mid-thigh leather boots, a black studded leather bra, and black leather high pants.
As soon as he would walk from the dressing room, I knew that he was weak to his femdom and willing to do whatever I wished. As he emerged this day, I abruptly smacked him with a cane and told him to get onto all fours. I then casually sat down on his back after picking up a paddle and just as casually smoked a cigarette as I stroked the paddle across his ass. While enjoying my cigarette, I asked him if he had done anything bad over the past week or, more precisely, had any bad thoughts about his femdom Mistress?
If he did not confess to any bad thoughts of his femdom, he would be subjected to several rough smacks with the paddle and sent about menial tasks in the correction dungeon. If he was brave enough to confess to breaking the cardinal rule of never having un-pure thoughts of his femdom mistress, it would have much stronger consequences. This particular day he had confessed to thinking about fucking me, much to my astonishment. He rarely was so bold as to admit such a sin that would promise a harsh punishment.
I stood quickly, grabbing the cane and WHACKING him with as much brute force as I could muster about five times, and he was wailing out, but I knew my client and I knew how far to push hi
m. I asked him if he was sorry for his naughty thoughts about his femdom. When he whimpered a no, I stood him up and shackled him to the wall, so he was completely exposed to me. I looked down to see his 5-inch dick semi-hard and I looked up at him, a look of anger in my eyes as I told him that his cock SHOULD NOT be hard and let the cane come down forcefully against his cock and balls making him yelp out.
A slave would have to endure CBT from his femdom mistress for having such audacity. I continued to let the cane fall upon his cock a few more times till I could see the tears forming in his eyes. I quickly unfastened him and put him on his knees to lick my boots and relish in his foot fetish like the lowly humiliation slave that he was. He was eager to lick all over the boots–the rim, the bottom, the toe and the heel, he was sure to not miss a spot in the hope that he could please his femdom mistress.
When I inspected my boots for cleanliness, I could see that he had fallen short in one spot, and for that, I bent him back over for another thorough spanking that was sure to make tears fall from his eyes. Just as I let up and he thought that his punishment was over, I had him roll over and spread his legs to fully expose his cock and balls, placing the heel of my boot just over his cock and balls threatening to smash them flat against the hard tile floor, asking him one last time if he was sorry for his thoughts…
What would your answer be to a strict Mistress if your prized jewels were just inches from being crushed by her spiked high heel? Would you push for further punishment from your femdom? Would you beg for mercy and swear to never have such thoughts again, as if that were even possible. A professional and skilled femdom such as I will know exactly how far to push you and enjoy watching you squirm through every harsher and harsher punishment. It is time for you to take that step with your femdom and discover exactly who you are.