This past weekend a few of my lucky slaves had the opportunity to session with Myself and the beautiful Mistress Gabriella, who was visiting from Charlotte, NC. Her style meshed well with mine. She enjoyed exploring my dungeon space and getting my unsuspecting subs into some unexpected predicaments.We especially enjoyed our extended session with my slave, who've I've come to affectionately call stretch-my-balls-steve, who was in dire need of a strict dose of Corporal Punishment. We laid into him with our canes and paddles, making sure his ass belonged to Us. It had been over a month since his last session, and I could just tell he had been on the prowl for a change of pace. After all variety is the spice of life... Soon after he arrived, he was reminded with a cold hard smack in the face who was in charge, and he easily submitted his man parts to their rightful owner. As I squeezed his balls tightly in my hand, he confessed that he had been looking at other Mistresses new to Eros Boston, and had even contacted a few of them.
After hearing that, I gave his hard cock a quick slap. "Who else but Me knows how to deliver the cruel treatment you crave, slave?" I gave another slap to his cock, even harder this time. "Oh, what was that? I can't hear you through your gag, slave. Let me answer that for you: NO ONE. So if you know what's good for you, you will stop perusing the internet for distractions and focus that pent up frustration on being a better slave to Me, your Mistress. Now get on your knees and beg for forgiveness while I cane your ass!"
Then he got what he deserved. We brutally delivered stroke after stroke, synchronized and precise. As we watched the skin rise and swell in the impressions of our implements, the temperature started to rise under our leather corsets. To see him suffer like that, strapped down and unable to diffuse the impact, completely helpless... it was such a turn on. Gabriella winked at me, and I knew at that moment she was just as excited as I was.We continued beating him with every paddle in the room, then I took out my violet wand to finish him off, lighting his sore ass cheeks on fire from the sharp electric surges. "Beg for more, slave!" Trained to do as he is told, and afraid of what might follow if he did not, our slut cooperatively stammered, "Please shock my asshole again Mistresses, I beg you for MORE!" We giggled as we pushed the tip of the wand along his inner thigh, delighting in the fact that he was mere putty in our hands.
