For Amy.

Hello Darlings,

My last post reminded me that I still owed Amy a personal fantasy with the both of us in it. Her only request was that it involved us and my strap on from behind. -Granted-

I was very displeased. My slave had disobeyed me again. She was told she wasn't allowed to finish. That she had to sit there, look pretty, dress feminine, and watch another suck my cock. Simple, direct, easy. But no- she wanted to touch herself- Amy always wanted to touch herself. I glanced over and her hips were moving and she was reaching under her skirt.

Very. Bad. Girl.

I stopped the slave sucking my dick and I stared straight into Amy's eyes- something I never did. Immediately, she knew I was angry. Seemingly calm, I moved over to where she was and braced one sharp stiletto on her shoulder. She winced but didn't move or speak, afraid of what was next. I pushed and sent her sprawling backward. I sat down in my chair and pointed for the slave that was pleasuring me to tie Amy up for punishment. She started to put the shackles on while Amy was face up for a whipping like I normally did but I shook my head. This was one time too many. I twirled my finger in a way to mean that she was to be turned over and spread for me.

I didn't bother speaking because she knew she deserved punishment. She even thanked me, (Thank you Mistress B.) for the trouble. But I didn't just jump on. I kneeled down on the ground next to where she was on all fours. Her eyes widened as my hand reached for her and she whimpered thinking I was going to touch her cock. I laughed at the absurdity of the thought and snapped my chastity lock in place. I stood again and then circled her bent over body. Snapping my riding crop on her inner thigh, waist, back. Each spot earning me a moan or a wince for my trouble.

Eventually, I gestured to my other slave to lift Amy's hips up so I wouldn't have to get on my knees like a lowly submissive. When she was teetering on her own with her ass high in the air, I walked up behind her knowing she could only see my feet. I pushed her legs farther apart. I didn't have to say it, because she knew she was being punished for being a very bad girl. I flicked her cock all locked up and limp and positioned myself outside of her. I slowly bent over her back and opened my mouth. I sunk my teeth into her back at the very same second I pushed myself inside of her.

Some of you have called me a kind Mistress, caring. Not tonight. I pounded her again and again lifting her feet off the ground. I held onto her hips so she couldn't move away from me. I used her body as my play toy because that was exactly what it was. I kept pushing harder and harder into her body until I was nearing orgasm. I threw my head back and laughed as my body shook from the power.

When I was done I walked around to the front of Amy. She had collapsed to her knees in exhaustion. She already had a bruise on her back from my bite as well as finger marks on her hips. I tilted her chin up with my riding crop and asked if she was going to misbehave again. She shook her head and I was pleased again.

I smacked her ass on the way out.

Mistress B.

One of my old punishments.

Hello Darlings,

Mistress Katie reminded me of one of my old punishments at dinner tonight with Katrina. To everyone's amusement, Mistress Katie loved telling the story of how I again proved I was a terrible slave and needed constant discipline. Most of you are good little slaves and wouldn't dare question your mistress. I, on the other hand, hardly ever did anything but challenge my mistress. It wasn't on purpose, I just wasn't a good slave. The following punishment was one that has never left my wicked mind and I have used it on multiple slaves on multiple occasions.

After so much punishment one night, Mistress Katie grew tired of disciplining me and stopped in anger. She slapped my face once before clicking out of the room on her treacherous six inch stilettos. Half an hour later, her lover walked in and set up a chair in the side of the room. My mistress followed and sat in the chair and crossed her legs.

"Do you know what is going to happen to you now, slave?"

"No, mistress."

She smiled her twisted, pixie smile. "My lover," she nodded to the very large man towering over me, "has asked for a go to discipline you since I am so tired today."

My eyes widened because I knew why my Mistress chose this man as her lover and my gaze fell down to his large, hard cock. "Please, Mistress. He is too big, I couldn't take all of that in."

She laughed and leaned forward, "Oh you will." And for the rest of the night the only sound I heard from her was soft, deadly laughter. I couldn't tell if I was more afraid or aroused as her lover mounted me from behind. I had no control of myself because even though I knew he was too big to fit inside of me, I was widening my legs to accommodate him. He slapped my ass and grabbed my hair to pull me against him.

"You will scream for me before the night is over." He positioned himself outside of me, "You will scream again," grabbed my breast, "and again," smacked my ass, "and again."

And then he thrust himself inside of me.

Believe me, Darlings, I screamed. That was the first time I had ever been fucked so hard for so long in my life. After that night was through I begged Mistress Katie night after night to bring her lover back in. Some nights she agreed and I was fucked over and over. It. Was. Delicious.

Mistress B.