Steel Boned Corset Chronicles: Her Comeback as a Dominatrix Volume 1 Thru 3
Steel Boned Corset Chronicles: Her Comeback as a Dominatrix
Romance, Erotica, Lesbian, Gay, BDSM
| Author: | Candy Kross | ISBN: | 9781516353620 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead | Publication: | March 14, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Candy Kross |
| ISBN: | 9781516353620 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead |
| Publication: | March 14, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream.
Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it’s a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want?
So, I asked it anyway, because I’m a little sadistic in that way. “Shall I paddle you again?” I was also curious as to what her answer would be.
She was crying a little when she answered. “No, mistress.” She managed to get out with a sniffle.
“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?”
“No, mistress.” She cried out.
“Well, you just told me that I should not to paddle you anymore. That sounds like you are trying to tell me how to do my job.” Damn, I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be. I guess it comes with the territory. I was smiling. She couldn’t see me, but I was grinning from ear to ear. I raised the paddle once more and it landed across her ass cheeks again. I heard her whimper.
“Are you going to cry?” I taunted her. I walked over to the wall and hung the paddle back on the hook. I went back over to her and untied her ropes from the wall and retied her wrists behind her back and tied her ankles together. I pushed her to the floor on her knees.
I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream.
Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it’s a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want?
So, I asked it anyway, because I’m a little sadistic in that way. “Shall I paddle you again?” I was also curious as to what her answer would be.
She was crying a little when she answered. “No, mistress.” She managed to get out with a sniffle.
“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?”
“No, mistress.” She cried out.
“Well, you just told me that I should not to paddle you anymore. That sounds like you are trying to tell me how to do my job.” Damn, I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be. I guess it comes with the territory. I was smiling. She couldn’t see me, but I was grinning from ear to ear. I raised the paddle once more and it landed across her ass cheeks again. I heard her whimper.
“Are you going to cry?” I taunted her. I walked over to the wall and hung the paddle back on the hook. I went back over to her and untied her ropes from the wall and retied her wrists behind her back and tied her ankles together. I pushed her to the floor on her knees.
