He was trembling as he knelt before her, awaiting her next action. he was both excited and scared of what might happen. They had been teasing and playing online previous to this meeting and the last time they played he had cum without permission and then freaked out and hastily left without explanation. He knew that she must be really mad at him and that his behavior had been unacceptable. It took a few days before she had answered his messages and he had been worried that she might not want to see him again. When she had finally answered his texts it was short and to the point, “Wait for me Thursday 8 p.m.” And now here he was at her feet, looking up into her eyes and wishing she would speak. She was still wearing her trench coat so all he could make out of her outfit were the black nylons and black pumps she wore. Her facial expression was blank and his heart was racing with expectation and apprehension. “Clothes off,” she commanded. He was quick to comply as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, then he got up and pushed both his jeans and boxers down kicking them off his bare feet. He stood in front of her naked and looking down and she circled him slowly, her heels clicking on the floor. She took in the sight of his rigid cock and the way he was trembling slightly under her scrutiny. She stopped to pinch his ass and give it a loud spank that reverberated through the otherwise silent room. “Thank you, miss,” he said in the manner she had taught him long ago. Standing behind him she grabbed a hair and pulled his head back hard, “Who owns you, bitch?” she whispered in almanbahis his ear as she held him in the uncomfortable position. “You do, mistress,” he whimpered in reply. “Then who the hell gave you permission to behave the way you did, bitch?” she yanked his hair harder and he stumbled back and landed on his ass as she stepped back. “No one miss. I was a very bad slut, miss,” he pleaded. “I see,” she said as she moved to stand in front of him and put the spike of her heel on his balls, applying pressure, “And what do bad sluts get?” she smiled sweetly down at him. He gulped hard, her heel was causing him pain and her smile was making him worry. She was so composed and that mock-sweet smile was a telltale sign of her anger. “Answer me, slut,” she dug her heel in harder and he winced. “Punished mistress, bad sluts get punished,” there was a tremor in his voice as he answered. “That’s right- bad sluts get punished,” she said sweetly as she bent down and slapped him open handedly across the face, hard. He yelped and his hand went up to his cheek instinctively, “Thank you, miss,” he said through the stinging of his face. Annoying her more was definitely not a good idea and so he would just have to take anything she gave him and thank her for it until his punishment had been spent. She could be cruel but she could also be truly sweet afterwards and so it was worth it, especially since the pain did nothing to lessen his erection. She pulled him up by his hair again and led him after her to his dining table. “Bend over the table slut and wait for me,” she said curtly. “Yes miss,” he complied almanbahis yeni giriş and watched her walk back to the entrance door. She slowly took off her trench, knowing very well that he was watching her, to reveal her chosen attire for the evening. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in her stockings, garter belt, half transparent corset and bare pussy- no panties. She hung her coat up neatly and retrieved her bag from where she had put it down upon entering his flat. He watched her walk back towards him with her bag and correctly assumed that she had brought along some toys that she planned on using on him. “How large is the biggest toy you’ve had up that greedy ass of yours, slut?” She was standing so close to him and his face was level with her bare pussy, his eyes riveted to it. “Usually about 7 inches, miss. I’ve had 9 inches once miss but that hurt too much,” he answered as he licked his lips, the scent of her cunt making his mouth water. “Well in that case you’re not going to have a problem with this,” she said as she bent over and extracted a nine inch, ribbed, black silicone strapon. “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed before he could stop himself. “Having doubts, slut? Want me to stop and go home, and you can continue stroking your cock alone?” she asked severely. “No! Please don’t go mistress, please don’t leave me alone. I’ll do anything for you to fuck me with your new toy… please mistress…” he almost whined as he said the words. “That much more like it bitch,” she said as her palm landed on his ass cheek with force, making him jump. “But before you get the almanbahis giriş privilege of me fucking that hungry ass of yours, you’re going to take some punishment,” and with that she bent down and extracted a paddle from her bag. “Yes miss, thank you,” he shuddered as she gave him an experimental hit with the paddle. She put on the strapon, took out some lube from the bag, and moved to stand behind him; she positioned the toy so that it poked against his crack lightly as she took hold of the paddle. His cock was rock hard and leaking, his knees trembling slightly as he waited for her to begin. The slight poking against his ass kept his mind focused on what was to come. The first few swats of the paddle were rather light and only served to pinken his ass cheeks; very quickly though the swats increased in intensity and he couldn’t hold back from yelping in pain. “Do you like that, slut?” she asked after a particularly hard swat. “Yes I do miss, thank you, miss,” he answered through gritted teeth and he wasn’t lying- the copious amount of precum leaking from his dick was a proof to that. “Mmmm that’s good my slut,” she whispered in his ear, leaning over him and running her fingernails over the bruised skin of his ass cheeks, “because I really enjoy seeing your ass turn red for me.” Fuck! The knowledge that she was enjoying him was addictive to him. He was willing to take a lot more knowing it was turning her on. She returned to abusing his now very tender ass cheeks. Her swats were even harder and he was screaming when suddenly she stopped and he felt cooling lube being applied on his raw skin. She was slowly massaging it into his skin in circular motions and he moaned and cooed appreciatively. After a few minutes he felt the lube applied to his ass hole and he caught his breath, waiting to feel the pressure of her penetrating him.