Sadistic BBW Domme Owner
“Femdom: do it for fun.”
“You need to understand that I’m not punishing you. You are a flawlessly obedient worshipful man.”
The beautiful BBW Mistress Owner stood over her chattel. After a thirty minute flogging his buttocks and back she needed a break.
“You are guiltless and adoring hurting you so much fun. Of your own free will you gave yourself to me. You can think of your agony as my way of thanking you for the gift.”
His bruises ached, welts burned. Silently he begged her to stop whipping him. She could read his mind. His desperation energized her sadism.
Refreshed, Mistress Owner began anew.
She lingered over his chest. His nipples grew ragged and red; blood seeped though the skin. She flogged his stomach and thighs.
“I wish I could let you scream. But I have a slight headache. You’ve shrieked for me so often that I can replay the sound in my mind.”
She pressed his back to the floor. Stood on his chest, digging her heels into already wounded flesh. He stared at his Mistress Owner in fear. Trampling always frightened him.
She stepped off. Raised a leg and slammed her heel into his scrotal sac. His body jackknifed. She stomped his testicles.
She paused to watch him weep. She never met a man who did not crumble under severe CBT.
She pulled off the duct tape. Squatted down, peed into his mouth. A well-trained human urinal, he swallowed all the hot sour liquid.
“This has been a good morning workout. We’ll play again this afternoon.”
Mistress Owner removed his cuffs.
“You stink! Go take a shower before you cook my lunch.”
He limped to the bathroom. She heard him groan. His audible misery made her tingle.
She never tired of his suffering. For which he was always grateful.