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Filthy little pervert* gets his comeupance - Sonja style |
*Name has been changed to protect the debauched.
When Mistress Sonja entered the dungeon the dirty slave boy was
standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, obviously revelling in the
enormity of his reflection.
'You filthy little piece of shit! What are you doing standing there?'
The slave's face fell as he noticed the large knife held firmly in the Mistress' strong right hand.
'Sorry Mistress ...'
Before the words had completed their escape from his twitching lips the
Mistress' free hand had entwined itself in his hair, flinging him down
onto his knees and holding him captive in front of the full-length
mirror. The knife came up and pressed into the sagging flesh of his
neck. Held firmly against Sonja's legs, the slickness of her thigh-high
stilleto boots rubbing on the naked skin of his back, the pitiful
little man trembled as he tried not to pull away from the blade.
'Pathetic. Absolutely fucking pathetic.'
The knife dug in a little deeper.
'In my dungeon you are nothing but a dirty piece of shit. A pile of
stinking flesh for me to use and tear and kick around the floor.'
'Yes Mistress.'
The sole of her boot in his back pressed the thin skin harder onto the
blade for the merest moment before she moved it and let his bulk fall
to the floor.
'Take those clothes of now!'
Sonja's voice resounded through the confined space of the small dark room.
'Get that pathetic flesh bare now!'
The slave's trembling fingers tangled in the drawstring of his
revolting blue athletic shorts and the Mistress' tone grew even harsher
as she watched his performance. The more he fumbled the angrier she got
and so by the time his ridiculous genitalia were exposed she was pacing
the floor behind him screaming of his intolerable uselessness.
Finally bound spreadeagled across the slab, the slave's rigid erection
was the only part of him that did not quiver with uncertainty.
'This is only a fantasy, right Mistress?'
'What do you mean “only a fantasy”?'
Sonja trailed the tip of the knife down his chest, sliding it across
his skin to let it rest between his cock and balls – the
chromatic line of the blade disecting the proof of his alleged manhood.
'Do you think we are here to play some silly little game? That I'm
going to just wave this knife around, let you have an orgasm and then
you're going to walk out of here in one piece?'
His pitiful mouth opened wide as she flicked the knife away and brought
the palm of her hand down with a resounding slap on his flaccid
testicles. The flat noise filled the dungeon as he tried to bring his
thighs together. another slap followed, and then another as the
ridiculous creature tried to protect his only assets.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
He let out a whimper and screwed his face into a tight little grimace.
'Please Mistress, that's too hard, please.'
Another slap landed and then he looked down in astonishment as Sonja
once again thrust the knife down between his legs. Holding his balls
stretched away from his body she pressed the knife into his flesh and
laughed as his eyes widened and he tried, once again, to break the
tight leather straps holding his legs apart.
'That's it, you piece of shit, I'm taking this home with me! I'm going
to hang them on my wall and we can call it contemporary art!'
The slave's orgasm took them both by suprise. His rebellious cock
thrusting into the air as she laughed at his pitiful groanings.
Mistress Sonja laid the knife down gently and reached over the slave to
undo his bondage.
'Well slave, I suppose today it was all just a fantasy.'
He left the dungeon with his genitals intact.
This time.
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