“You know the code word.”

          Sam knelt down on his Mistresses command, legs spread.
           “On your knee’s” she commanded, slapping a whip against her open hand. It hit with a small sound, enticing Sams gaze to flick to the whip. His Mistress stopped hitting her hand and Sam looked up obediently, his wants apparent. She smiled at him. Though, not a nice smile. Sam opened his mouth to speak and received a hard slap against his cheek. He took it; hardly wincing. The red mark slowly faded, leaving a pink remnant.
     “Take off your clothes.” She said, turning on her heel. She walked barefoot, wearing only a black bra and black boyshorts. Black fishnet stockings clipped to the bottom of her boyshorts, making her legs appear longer. Sam watched her hungrily, stripping himself of the wife beater and basketball shorts he had been wearing. He tossed them to the side, knowing he’d be picking them up later. His dirty blonde hair fell into his eyes and he tried to shake it out before giving up and brushing them aside. His Mistress stepped up from behind him and yanked his hair back quick, making him gasp out in surprise and pain.
      “I did not say you could move, slave.” She hissed, tightening her grip. Sam looked up, apology swimming in his eyes.

      “Now you have to be punished,” she mused, walking back in front of him, looking up and down his naked body. Hair lightly covered his chest, trailing down to the base of his cock. She tsked to herself and shook her head slowly. Sam looked up at her, his expressions blank.
      “Yes, Mistress” he said just loud enough, his willingness to cooperate obvious to his Mistress.