I had to flog my slave this morning.

 

The reason?

 

I didn't need one.

 

I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and felt like flogging his backside until my arm hurt.

 

And since I am THE WOMAN of my Dungeon lair, and that's what I wanted to do, that's exactly what I did.

 

Oh, he was all apologetic.

 

"Thank you Mistress, may I have another", and all, but I know he didn't mean it.

 

I flogged a gigantic "M" into his back, then made him forego breakfast and run my bubblebath.

 

I nearly worked up a sweat beating his sorry, inept ass and I needed a soothing bath to relax my arms and shoulders.

 

When he's been a good boy I allow him to dry  me with his tongue.. but I was in a wicked mood today.

 

I bade him to lie face up beneath my QUEENING CHAIR and open his mouth.

 

Then, as I sat there and drank my coffee, I deigned to leave him a few nuggets of chocolate...yes.. I just plopped them into his awaiting mouth.

 

Then, as always, he rubbed his tummy and begged for another piece.

 

"Please Mistress, may I have some more...?"

 

Try as I might, I could not muster another piece.

 

Therefore, I sprayed him with champagne instead!

 

Oh, the wonderful, wicked life of being a Dominatrix...with weakling pigs groveling at my feet...

 

It's tough work, but somebody's got to do it!! /__/