This was part of the Calling All Writers #19 Contest on the forums a while ago. The gimmick of the contest was to choose a song that you want to write a story about.
As should be overwhelmingly obvious the song belongs to the artist. I don’t own any part of it.

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Kneeling naked with my arms tied behind my back I watch her as she circles in front of me again. I know better than to make eye contact, that’d be taken as an insult. So my head stays bowed and my eyes don’t look higher than waist level.
She’s in black bikini panties, and black heeled boots almost coming up to her knees. Above where I dare to lift my vision is her black corset. She most likely is also wearing a scowl, she has had one since she let me in tonight.
I am not wearing anything, besides a few welts that must be beginning to rise on my shoulders.
When she answered her door tonight she was in a stunning little black dress, which fell to just above her knees, giving just a glimpse of the creamy skin above her boots, and dove to the tops of her breast. A cameo necklace drew my eye to her décolletage. This glance caused the first of her scowls.
I followed her in she gestured at the floor where I was to kneel. I looked at her briefly then dropped to my knees.
It has been over an hour since I came in and besides my disrobing and her change of attire; there has only been the circling of my mistress and her choice of where to inflict the next stinging strike.