Disobedient Little Slave
I come home from a night out of fine dining, Sazeracs, and a gallery opening. It was a wonderful night and I simply forgot I had a session. As I undress and tumble into bed I notice your face pressed up against my window. I wonder how you found my private quarters because I keep all my slaves and wanna be slaves at my studio. Sometimes keeping slaves is ever so tiring.
You see by the look on my face I am clearly annoyed. Your first impulse is to run, but in those heels you would never make it before I grabbed you by your wig. You crawl in crying and begging for forgiveness. My flogger shows no mercy as I whip you across your back. You never could take my flogger and you are pleading yet again, offering to do anything I demand.
That statement makes me laugh uncontrollably because of course you will do as I demand. I wonder what made you think you had an option. Crack, it sails through the air as another stroke hits your ass. I begin whipping you harder and harder. Your makeup is smeared and you try and crawl away. Oh my Pet, I am so not done with your stalkerish ass!
Written By: Lady Rayne
