The man was on his knees, his cock in a tight cage. His mouth was bound as were his hands. He gazed up at me pleading, begging me silently. I stared, feeling myself getting distracted by the color of his eyes.
"Emily," a voice barked at me, making me flinch slightly. I looked up, looking at the woman wearing a tight corset. She did not look happy, with a heavy frown on her dark red lips.
"Yes, Mistress," I reply, my gaze falling.
"It's your turn. I want to see what you can do. You wanted to be disobedient so now it is your turn to show me that you can do it better than me," the woman said, tossing her red curls over her shoulder. She brought out a riding crop and walked around the man whose eyes followed her every move.
"Look at your little cock. I had to special order that cage because they don't sell them that small. Can you imagine trying to fuck me with such a small shrimp cock? I wouldn't even feel it, your tiny fucking nub rooting around like my pinkie. You are a loser who will never get to fuck my pussy, not with your sad excuse for a cock," my Mistress said, her words full of venom and spite as she spit them out. She brought the crop down against the man's skin, making slight red welts rise up.
He and I both flinched. I knew that pain well, having been on the receiving end many times. He moaned, his cock straining against the cage with each hate filled word she slung at him.
"Come on, Emily," she said, holding the black leather rod out to me. I moved forward, taking it with a trembling hand. I knew I had no reason to be scared. This was simply a lesson to be learned. I was on the other side of things today, seeing how it felt to be in control. The Mistress was kind enough to teach me about myself.
I walked up to the man and searched within, trying to find the words that would have the most effect, the ones that would do the most damage to the man but at the same time, help him to realize his place in the world.
I opened my mouth, took a deep breath, and thought. I sighed, closed my eyes moved around the man as I stalled for time. My Mistress stood close by, her arms crossed under her ample breasts, the corset pushing them higher on display.
I raised the crop and thought about where I would strike him but realized I had no reason to. All punishment should have a reason, I thought. I turned, my mouth set in a determined line and handed the crop back to my Mistress.
"I understand, Ma'am. I apologize for my disobedience. It will never happen again," I said, looking down.
"Yes, it will. But that is how you learn. Now, get on your knees. You earned a little time with this," she said, smacking her hands with the leather. I smile and return to my rightful place.