My Mistress, My Lover: Ch. 2
Slut gets punished...
The box was to be my punishment, but I could already feel my pussy becoming damp in anticipation of whatever my mistress had planned. "There you are, slave," my mistress growled, that evil look in her eyes telling me what I already knew. This was to be an event for her pleasure, not mine. As I reached her chair, I stood unflinching as the bull whip struck her hand. My fingers tightly grasping each wrist behind my back, le...