“Please Sir, we haven’t played it in forever. Please, please, please,” you beg from your knees. Looking up at me you seductively bite your lip, knowing I can never turn that look down, especially when you are only wearing panties and a blouse half unbuttoned. “Very well,” I say, which brings forth a giddy squeal and a kiss from you. “Master Says, go get the punishment box,” I say, to which you bolt to your feet, down the hall to our room, and return carrying a box of toys. “Very good, Master says, finish unbuttoning your shirt,” I say as you return, setting the box down you do as you’re told, sliding your hand down your blouse unbuttoning the two buttons you have holding it closed.

“Get on your knees,” I say, quickly you drop, realizing you made a mistake, as I grin at you. I reach into the punishment box, pulling out a ball gag. You give me a pouty look, but sit in my lap as I attach it to your head. “Master says, give me a lap dance,” I say, while you are sitting on me. You begin grinding your ass into lap, then stand and straddle me, putting my face between your breasts. “Stop,” I say, to which you were listening and don’t stop. “Very good, master says stop and stand up again,” I say. Again you do as told, I look you up and down, the red of your lipstick blends nicely with the red of the gag. “Master says, take off your panties, slowly.” You slowly, hook your thumbs in your panties, and begin sliding them down, “turn around and do it” I say, to which you start to turn around. You stop, realizing you made a mistake again. “Master says, turn around, bend over and slowly take them off, then you’ll get your punishment,” I respond to your stopping. You nod, bending over, your slide your panties down, over your ass, and let them drop to the floor. Then you stand up and come stand next to me awaiting your punishment.

Digging through the box, I come out with bondage tape. Taking one hand, I wrap the tape around it, then wrap it around your leg, securing your hand to your thigh. Before I pull my hand away, I gently massage your pussy. “Master says, play with your tits,” I say. Your free hand reaches up, massaging one breast then the other, gently pulls on your pierced nipples, as you struggle to move your tied hand to help out of instinct. “Master says, sit down on the floor, knees up, legs spread open.” You struggle to sit on the ground with only on hand, but you finally make it. “Finger yourself,” I demand, you hesitate at first, but the tone of my voice makes you slide your hand to your lips, and start rubbing.